Tag: Poetry

Mt. Snoring

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I wrote this while in a kind of weird state of mind. It either turned out okay or it’s complete garbage. I haven’t made up my mind yet.

Scott McMountainclimber

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All I want in the world is whatever I want in the world.

I want the freedom and creativity to write rhymes

That don’t rhyme and stories without glory.

I want to wake up in the morning

And say that no one is boring

Because when people are boring

It’s like Elon Musk is boring

A hole in my head the size of a make-believe mountain

Named Mt. Snoring,

Where every Wednesday at 9:23 his sleep apnea machine breaks

And his snore wakes

A village and stirs an entire lake

Made of the most decadent pie

You’ve ever had in your life, one to

Die for. I want to wake up and smell the roses

With my nose’s

Holes instead of the twists and bends when I use three hoses.

I want my poetry to have such little consistency that the free-form

Feels like chloroform

On a most fragile mind.

Nothing makes sense, and something is wrong, but in the end, this poem is about Mt. Snoring and the people it’s boring. This isn’t a poem. It’s fucking garbage. It has no place here. The world is boring… and so is life.

Childhood whimsy is the messiah because when it doesn’t make sense, it’s fun. It’s stupid. It’s pointless. It’s everything that it’s meant to be.

Wanderlust

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This is something little that I made while experimenting with sonnets. It’s really just a whimsical look at the world from the eyes of a child who hopes that life is as exciting and amazing as every book says it is. You and I both know it’s not, but it’s still something.

Scott McSonnet

Stories and sonnets as far as the eye can see.

Young and impressionable, waiting for what the world can offer me.

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I’ve heard of knights and dragons and treasure.

I’ve heard about large kingdoms and their lure.

 

I can’t wait to go on my own adventure

For when I can leave all I know behind and begin a new venture.

 

I will climb mountains of snow

And scale canyons so low.

 

I will finally touch the clouds,

What my feet have never aloud.

 

If I could see all of the creatures in the ocean,

Maybe even ride the waves above them and admire their commotion.

 

I could try to hunt down a dragon who has captured a princess,

Finding my own damsel in distress.

 

What if I could find a way to shoot magic from my hands,

Or travel to uncharted lands.

 

Why stop there when I know there is much more to behold.

I could travel to different dimensions or outer space, no matter how cold.

 

What I wouldn’t give for the chance to live out these fantasies,

The horizon is so promising, there’s so much to see.

 

The world has so much promise.

I can’t wait to see if it’s as exciting as the stories and sonnets.

Don’t Move

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Scott McStationary

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Lay still.

Don’t move.

What will happen if I stand?

 

The window looks welcoming.

The mouthwash looks delicious.

There’s a knife in the kitchen.

There’s a gun in the basement.

 

Don’t move.

Eyes open.

What will happen if I stand?

 

I could swing from the rafters.

Start the car, garage doors closed.

Swallow a bottle of pills.

Dive in to traffic.

 

Eyes open.

Tears streaming.

What will I do if I stand?

All the Money in the World

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I strongly believe that if I won the lottery, I would be disappointed. I don’t want free money. There’s no value there. I want to work hard and earn it all myself. I don’t have rich tastes so I wouldn’t spend it anyway so why does it matter?

Scott McFrugal

If I had all of the money in the world…

I would buy my dream house.

I would own my favorite car.

I would never work another day of my life.

I would not need to worry about my well-being.

I would be happy.

But, if I had all of the money in the world…

Would I have any ambition?

Would I value my relationships?

Would I find purpose in what I do?

Would I enjoy what I spent it on?

Would I truly find anything but emptiness?

If I could have all of the money in the world…

Would I want it?

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Nothing

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Scott Mc

 

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It’s hard to explain.

It’s like you’re a broken record player, skipping over and over.

It’s like you’re a wilting flower, dreaming of blooming again.

It’s like you’re a marathon runner with two broken legs.

It’s like you’re a lion’s prey, being eaten alive.

It’s like you’re driving into oncoming traffic.

It’s like you’re a drowning infant.

It’s like you’re nothing.

Like you’re nothing.

You’re nothing.

I’m nothing.

Nothing.

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I Burnt My Penis in the Shower

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Sometimes I write funny stuff, too.

Scott McHilarious

I burnt my penis in the shower.

Scalding hot water touched the tip and I could do nothing but cower.

I stepped back from the stream and the steam cleared, showing the gleam

Of my rose red penis head looking bright as the actual flower.

I cried and I screamed and my happy emotions were overpowered,

My shriveled dong looking like a baby’s hand that had soaked in water for hours.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned my dowel, the feeling still foul

My mushroom cap looked like it had been cooked to be devoured.

As time passed, the feeling changed from a painful burning to something much more sour.

I iced the circumcised cucumber for a while, the pain vanished like Europe from the Mayflower.

I laid back in bed, wondering if it was all in my head or if the pain was really in my head.

I can’t believe I burnt my penis in the shower.

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