Random Poetry

The Same Pen

this one's a bunch of nonsense that I turned into a song for my ukulele but I think I like it

The chairs are swimming
Through the living room.
The flowers make honey
While the bumblebees bloom.
I tried to sleep but

The darkness was too bright

And I just cried myself awake all night.

Sometimes I feel terribly lost;

I just wish I was a carefree bird.

But the same pen that makes a hideous blot

Can write a beautiful word.

I saw the broom

Dancing with the mop.

The curtains told

The weeping lamp to stop.

I tried to think but

The silence was too loud

And I just screamed my suffering heart out.

Sometimes I feel terribly lost;

I just wish I was a carefree bird.

But the same pen that makes a hideous blot

Can write a beautiful word.

The sailboats sail

In the kitchen sink.

I swear I saw my

Great-aunt's portrait wink.

I tried to smile but

The sunshine was too gray

And I just choked on the fading day.

Sometimes I feel terribly lost;

I just wish I was a carefree bird.

But the same pen that makes a hideous blot

Can write a beautiful word.