short poem

 ode to a dead baby squirrel

i hope that between all the screams
you saw how beautiful the sky was

im bringing it back

hello blog post fans (i am being very overly ambitious here by assuming i have an audience of doting fans, which i probably do not. if you are a doting fan of this blog you should probably seek psychiatric help)

i am VERY VERY VERY VERYY sorry for my continued hiatus on this blog. ok the capitalized very's are doing too much tbqh i'm not that sorry. but i am kind of sorry. there we go.

i spent some of my absence having a life (gasp!), some of it obsessively reviewing every number 1 billboard hit (i got to like 1966. i know. i should've been reviewing beach boys albums. blog friend i am so so sorry) (again) (but still not like that sorry), and i also spent some of it being anxious (typical).

however i am now at the part of the summer where i am looking back on my past, akin to scrooge mcduck, and reviewing the beautiful art and creativity that i have unleashed unto the world and the progress that i have made. the answer is not very much sadly :((( i have not really done anything! it's quite sad

i made all of this text bold by accidewnt and i dont know ho to unbold it help he.p help help

ok there i fixed it. im leaving that in idc. im winning the idgaf war (the last f stands for 'flip' if anyone is wondering )

but ANYWAYZ i feel like this blog stands as a totem to my potential as a human being and i hate to see it go to waste! really i do truly i really do. so i have decided to write this entirely pointless rambling post to like make it up to myself somehow. im honestly not even sure how i want someone to read or engage with this post, i am very much doing this for myself at this point. i dont know. i hope you had some fun, or if not, like, idk whatever you chose to read this blog. maybe go for a walk or watch HBO Max instead... that would be more fun..........

lyrics

it's like christmas when you were a kid
go on a horse
ride on a sleigh ride
it's too much and it's everything
it's bad and it's alright
and it's good

it's like a flash of blinding light
purples blues and everywhere
you'll find it where you meet you at the corner
at the train station at the corner
at the train station where the bugs live
at the train station where the bugs live

you can find it where you turn the light out
you can find it where the window opens
window opens to a scene of clouded figures
soft and green
pale and hairy
small and fairy
stuck in the pale moonlight
you can't see it try as you might
it's a scene
soft and mean
it's scary and it's you
you can reflect it and it's you
you are you
no more you build it no more

but it's soft and it's light
it's like you
it's congenial music
you're listening to congenial music
this is the amplification of the form
this is the amplification of the form
this is the prescence of the form
the fulfillment of the form
the form and you want more of the form
but we have to GO now
the program's OVER
we showed you congenial music

this is congenial music
it watches over you
it washes over you like a fountain
i am not telling you about this
in a way to make you feel like my work is bad
because that's what it does
and i receive it
and it
i receive it from myself
it washes over like a fountain

it's time for me to go.

poems about things

 poem about mall

i was always fascinated by malls
i saw one on mario kart
the music was fun
i went to one and it was just a bunch of teenagers
getting high
and weird old people
there's no magic left in anything.
i'll shovel off the sidewalk
and watch hamtaro

 poem about sonic

i wish i wrote sonic fanfic
sonic would be like 100 years old and hot
tails would be
i don't kknow
shadow the hedgehog has a gun
that's very exciting.
sonic colors was a fun game i remember the weird minigame thing
i watch it on the tv
i was 100 years old and hot
shadow the hedehog

poem about rocks

i am a rock
i am a water
vogue vogue vogue vogue vogue vogue MADONNA MADONNA 

 
These poems are even more inscrutable and less good than the poem I did before this. The poem I posted before this I thought was quite good and resembled my inner psyche, which is the objective of "poem". These were written before that one which I will interpret as me getting better at this whole poetry thing. The world just keeps on turning! I look out my window and the colors change. It is a mesmerizing. I hope one day I will go on a sail boat.

poem in 3 parts

poem in 3 parts (triptych) (i'm gay (i'm happy))

i just want a shitty little house in the depths of america
in a comfy neighborhood, away from the despotism of big yards,
with a porch and a swing and a golden retriever,
but i'll settle for a poodle
but i have to have the swing.
and i want a ratty old couch
and some questionable wallpaper
and i want to stand outside
in the cool autumn air
and breath in the burnt auburn hue
of life all around me
in the dirt and in the trees
and i will look into somebody's eyes,
and they'll shrug
and say,
"i guess you're okay."
and i'll fall in love
all over again

i never went outside
because i was scared my parents would yell at me
for going on a walk
they never did.
i think i might be insane
i saw a picture on wikipedia
of a neighborhood, like the one by the downtown
if you keep walking past the library
and i felt what i was missing all this time
i want to ride down that street in a bicycle
and wave to my friend kyle
on my way back from elementary school
i didn't go to elementary school.
i lurked on the universe sandbox forums
and my dad gave me hawaiian rolls
and made me oink like a pig.
i hope everyone on that forum is doing well,
i looked back on there not that long ago
most of them are furries now.
my fucking god! these bitches gay!
good for them.

i told my friend i wanted to kiss boys when i was 12.
a week after i told her, she said,
"gosh, jackson,
you're so much funnier now."
it has been 6 years:
i'm still funny,
and i still want to kiss a boy.
the ravages of time cannot separate me from
what i am
and nor can endless scorn
from the unshambolic.
in an act of defiance,
i stand on the edge of a cliff
the model of a true romantic:
"i stay silly."
it is a gospel truth
i can do nothing else
and God knows i tried.

5 more poems

these four poems are a series

based on the passage of time

limited amounts of time... ya

enjoy it please i hope you do

your friend (maybe), jackson

 

 20 second poem

i have beautiful thoughts
and i don't write them down
because i think i'll have another
that's more beautiful
and sometimes i don't
and maybe i won't
until i realize that everything is beautiful,
to everyone i see

15 second poem

rocks aren't 'funky'
rocks don't 'have swing'
rocks 'don't do the watusi'
they're funny
i pick them up
no i don't
rock

10 second poem

mario is a plumber
do you think he loves
do you think he has love in his life
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

5 second poem

NO capitalize
it's chill
it's fine
woohhh

0 second poem

some more poems

 this is not the post i was going to make but it is. que sera sera. (this is the title of a song by doris day which was covered by sly and the family stone and both versions are quite nice but i really like the sly and the family stone one. que sera sera means 'everything will be will be' according to the song but it actually doesn't mean that in any actual languages which is a disgusting act of fabrication but it's okay because the song is really sweet. it has that same warm hug feeling that a lot of movie songs have from that period like moon river which is another great song which i knew how to play on the piano until i didn't i'm not sure why i'm ranting like this about que sera sera it's just a good song which i like)

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poem 1 (untitled)

i think sometimes
people try too hard to be deep
this is a funny thing to say
while writing a poem,
because poems are an avenue
for people who want to be deep

but some things just are
like my laundry basket
which sits there menacingly
i guess you could say it's sad,
that's thinking about it too much.
it just is. i'm sorry.

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poem 2 (hypocrite (in relation to poem 1))

you will never get to know
even the things in front of your face
isn't that beautiful
press the lily to your face
and breathe

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hell on earth

the crickets are made out of glass
they make glass noises
balding men say "wohhhhhh"
"wohhhhhh, wohhh, wohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

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wall of text

i went on this website as a kid
it was just a wall of text
it went on forever
and anyone could type on it
maybe it's still out there
an endless wall of slurs
and shitty stickmen
i had a conversation once
i think i made a friend.
you could scroll out into the abyss
but it got sparser as you went
eventually,
you were just the only one
i travel to places no one else goes

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font

i write my poem in notepad
i tried wordpad,
but i realized i could change the font
and i got stuck doing that
for a few minutes.
but that is okay
this is pedestrian
rudimentary and bounded
you cannot do many things
and that is okay
it is better to be a prisoner
than to be free

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those are my poems. i hope you liked them. happy 2023