F Up (Poem) *STRONG LANGUAGE*

Tsk tsk tsk.. I’m sure this poem is self explanatory.


I fucked up

I made a mistake

I’m fed up

With the choices I make

I fucked up

I’m sorry for that

You’re tied up

From my mishap

You fucked up

Why’d you do it?

Now we’re hung up

By all your bull shit

You fucked up

What happened there

I’m shaken up

By your affair

We fucked up

We neglected each other

I just want to make up

And not be a bother

We fucked up

In different ways

Let’s hang it up

This is just a phase

No one’s perfect

We never are

Let’s not neglect

And stay up to par

We mended things up

I’m glad we did

Even though we’re broken up

We’re not livid

We mended things up

We saw eye to eye

Our oneness is up

And we grew from this lie

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Just Some Art Advice

Things aren’t going to be perfect right away. We all want it to be perfect on our first try, whether you’re drawing, painting, writing, etc.

This is going to be a charcoal drawing of my friend and her fiance. As you can see it doesn’t look like much right now; it could be me and a character from Doug. All art pieces have to start somewhere; they’re all just lines and shading/ coloring when you think about it.


These are a couple of my first timers as far as oil pastels go. As you can see, I used them like crayons; technically there’s no right or wrong way to do art, but oil pastels weren’t really meant to be used like crayons.

After trial and error, I was better able to use the oil pastels in this drawing.


Before

After

Remember, you can’t expect the first line, the first stroke, the first word, first whatever you’re doing to be the same as your outcome of the piece you’re working on. Just work through it and see where it takes you. That’s the beauty of art.

A Couple of Poems

This is all meaningless

Everything’s all pointless

So why live in stress?

I should be happy

But it seems far from me

To live in harmony

I choose this disease

Because I didn’t seize

Better opportunities

My life’s at stake

When I chose to take

The money I’d make

Life is so much more

Than just an awful chore

And I can’t ignore

How I spend my time

For just a dime

It should be a crime

To not live fully

Or do things happily

This will change, hopefully.


What you did is unforgivable

I can’t believe you’re this horrible

You seemed so genuine

But you’re not a friend

You’re ugly on the inside

Because you have too much pride

To own up to your mistakes

And do whatever it takes

To make things right

Instead you wanted to fight

And ignore everything you’ve done

Because you wanted to have fun

You’re an awful human being

Who only intended to sting

What you left behind

For a temporary bind

See you in the next life

When you don’t have so much strife

The Scarecrow (Poem)

There you are

Close not far

Waiting patiently

To come alive next to me

I had no clue

‘Til I looked at you

An inanimate object come alive

I was lucky to survive

The fear I felt

When I was dealt

Your loathsome stare

I could hardly bare

Knowing you were in the yard

And there was someone I had to guard

She is who I protected

When it was you I detected

When I went to check again

It was like you weren’t there, my friend

I lit my flashlight down the row

And saw a malevolent scarecrow

I don’t know what you truly were

But you shouldn’t be alive, we concur

No one believed me initially

But you were a reality

I’m glad you are gone

Because you’re the type to cause wrong

You aren’t welcomed here

So stay far away, not near


This poem is based on a story my mom told me when she was in her youth. It was night time when she said one of her brother’s friends was outside with my Nana hanging clothes on the clothing line. What had happened was he was playing around with the flashlight and when he lit up one of the poles, there was a scarecrow hanging at the end and looked up at him. They didn’t have a scarecrow in the yard; my mom told me she heard the friend scream and he was legitimately scared. So, I typed up this poem from his point of view based on what my mom told me.