Oh btw here's a poem I wrote that seemed to fit spring (OH DEAR GOD FUCK A POEM!??!!? RUN! EMO! EMO! EMO! RUN! ABORT ABORT GOTO DEFCON OVER-RATED JOKE SHISTHTISHSTI POETRY! EXCIT OUTTA THE BUIDLDING NOW THE BUILDING WILL COLPASE AS POEM OH HSHIT)
"In with an inning enjoyment,
up and up an up in our sleigh.
I'm so cool, I like to wear black on a sunny afternoon.
Sunshine's in our heart when we write,
beautiful days with a cool loser breeze.
All the more special spent with clouds of free (I tried so hard not to use that rhyme).
Oh hell another sappy loveydubby rhyme,
hopeless summerantic lines are all the rage.
Creativity is dreaming awake,
love is something art is well to explain.
If an ache I carry travels through,
spiriting soars high above with stars.
Cold dead winters are just as beautiful,
more preferrable shiny summer days.
It's easier to feel like an artist when,
your heart isn't freezing from freezerburns."
There's better poems I have that fit spring/summer/freefeeeling more more more and more but not in this journal HAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA actually that's a good thing because then I wouldn't plague the entire internet with sappy creatively freeful enjoying poetry hahaahhahahahhahahhaa lol@me