Write a Spontaneous Poem
 

Arbitrary

The humidifier runs constantly like a Kenyan in Boston. I scratch my bare stomache as I gaze blankly into my LCD screen, looking for it but I cannot find it. It is not on my screen but in my head; but I still search for it on the screen. How futile it is.

Times strolls by as if Jack the Ripper was casually strolling past Big Ben and I know I shouldn't be up this late. Just like last night, and the night before that, and the whole goddamn summer. I glance at the unmade bed and pause to ponder if I made it up for the whole two months I've been back living with my parents. I do not know.

Sometimes I wonder if I could have enjoyed grade school more than I did. Because college is the best thing that ever happened to me. I anxiously await the day that I move into my house with my other four friends in Urbana. That die sun will shine down upon the rooftops as I unload my life for nine months.

But, I wonder. Will I be doing the same thing that I am doing at home? Staying up late for no reason at all? That question makes me smile. Why would I ask myself something I already know.

Still awake at this time
should be up at nine
What the fuck
at The Cellar I'm stuck

The valley looks like a matted green carpet.
Rolling hills and gentle nubs.Inlets and black bear cubs.
I am looking down with a birds eye view. Nautres tapestry.
It's rivers running yon. I yawn. Up at the break of dawn.

Spiders in the Cellar
 

A week ago
a spider bit me
right between the eyes.
My eyes swelled shut,
my head swelled up
to twice its normal size.

Two nights ago
a spider bit me
right between the thighs.
My butt swelled shut,
my c*ck swelled up
to twice its normal size.

Last night
I heard a voice
coming from the cellar.
It was my wife,
singing,
"Need more spiders."

Bombs and lolcats poem
 

I are serious cat
I know where it's at
The troll I mean, I know he lurks
He sneaks, he spies, he eyes, he jerks.
He not cheezburger
So hold the workz.
He haz bucket
The bucket iz lost
I are serious cat
I know what it cost.

each one is exponentially better than the next!

Better than the next? Oh, so the first is by far the best, eh, fresh? :p Ah, just kiddin'.


_____Oh, happy cellar

_____Bastion of beauty and wit

_____Friendship always found

Okay, since its spontaneous, it doesn't have an ending, it's just two verses. Can't come up with the end without giving it more thought.

Tell me more, while I
memorise, your eyes,
Each
laughter line
and the way that
you smile,
for

I can see, that the night
is almost at an end,
The bar
is emptying
And the taxis are
Gathering
Force.

Every time I feel enlightened
Or even slightly cool
I find myself being weird and frightened
And knowing I am a fool

She sleeps by my side
still
after all these years I want her
still
more beautiful in my eyes today than yesterday
still
I can't wait for morning, breakfast brings new love
still
still she is the ache in my heart
I am in love
still
all that I need from her will never stay
still
new love every day blossoms out of old
old that lives
still
my love

Just a couple of min and I only came back and added the last two lines.

now this was spontaneous
 

What I give
You take
What I dream
You fake
When I cry
You breathe
When I need
You leave

Life Lesson
 

Did you not like my poems? :(

Shawnee -- I thought of that while riding my motorcycle in to work this morning. It was intended to be ironic, and zen-ish.

I like your poem, and DanaC's, but I was trying to avoid commentary.