I hate the way you make my rhyme

Dished out, dished out
Scoop out and thrive
Sulk, Pout. Sulk, pout.
And like this, you survive.
And all because I made the same
mistake you've always made
Because it's easier for you to shift blame
It's been a while since I've felt the fade.
I'd assumed I'd get used to it
I wish I'd thought. Halt.
things should have never been this way
You think it's all my fault.
I smile, I'm scared, inside
put myself together, grains of sand.
I pretend. Avoid. Hide.
I'm the opposite of what you planned.
While I want to change, I want to be
the person you thought I was
I am my own, and you can't see
anything beyond my flaws.
Grab away, your pride above
every low I've pushed to reach
Maybe you've forgot the meaning of love
and you're too stubborn to let me teach.
So what should I do? Leave you alone
for all this to go nowhere?
Circles, circles, hushed deep tones
and I hate that it's so unfair.
because all I did, and all i want
is for you to give a little damn
i can't do more. I can't.
but I'll try even more, that's who I am.
So while you live your own world
of the things that I don't do right
All I can do, is sleep on it, curled
and pray that you won't bite.
Maybe someday you'll get how much
I tried, but you didn't budge
I don't think you'll ever see it now, as such
Dished out, shallow, the judge.
So I did what I always do, I wrote
something cheesy to get if off my mind
and strangely enough, its working. I hope.
Stand up. Shut up. Rewind.

Snap, Snap

Na na na nah (Snap, Snap)
Na na na nah (Snap, Snap)

Na na na nah, Na na na nah
Na na na nah (Snap, Snap)

They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The Addams Family.

Their house is a museum.
When people come to see 'em
They really are a screa-um.
The Addams Family.

Neat

Sweet

Petite

So get a witch's shawl on.
A broomstick you can crawl on.
We're gonna pay a call on
The Addams Family.

hanna barbera = lifetime achivement.
thank you, adt.

me and her

The monstrosity that is Me
I try and try to escape her
I don't try hard enough, it seems
I try harder only in my dreams

I wake up to her, belong to her
and she revels in that closed bridge
and I try to change her, I hold her hand
She won't comply with anything I'd planned

I understand her better than anyone else
But she will never understand me
She wants to emulate all these people around
I'm screaming for her to do it, she doesn't hear a sound

She smiles and pretends. it's always been this way
I can't stop her, she's always so tense
I know what makes her happy; I know how to get her there
But complacency and her have always had a love affair

and then she feels that certain way about her life

and I can't watch. I can't be with her, when she does.

She falls back on cousins, named sympathy and pity.
Its a shame she doesn't make the most of her self- sharp and witty.

While she looks on, and on, at all those straight lines and lights
wishing she was part of it. Wishing she was proud of it all
I'm the one that waits for her back in her pillow every night
I'm the reason she doesn't give up without a fight

But she says all that, and she forgets, again.
Her memory blinds her to her thoughts that have been.
No one can help her but her, no one at all
And yet I catch her. I can't just let her fall

Maybe its the truth- she can't stand up for her own self
Maybe she wants to, but everyone needs a little help
Maybe I'm giving her that, and maybe its not mine she wants
maybe I'm every memory that scares her, disarms her, haunts.

Poopy Piggy on the railway, picking up stones....

Keeping in sync with my poetry phase (Now, now...don't groan just yet)..I have decided to do two very brave things. One, To print a poem that I wrote YEARS ago in school. Now before you assume that this is yet another far-fetched, seemingly glassy eyed, very contemplative mood-ish poem, let me assure you that all this poem will do is accomplish the contrary- Show you my sheer, pure, unadulterated stupidity.
Two- to print this in this colour. It is not me.

But wait! This is not how stupid I am now! (That, is a separate topic of discussion, one that some of my friends would simply love to talk about endlessly, over coffee or beer, at your convenience).

This is about how silly I was in school. See, this is a poem I wrote then, And this is proof to the entire education system- this is what students are driven to out of sheer boredom in class! Do something soon, to stop such childish madness!

Also, I would like you to keep in mind that this was a long time ago, back when I was jobless, childish, immature, had quite a ridiculous imagination, was extremely fond of rhyming scheme and overall, quite silly. (Ha! And you think those things have changed.....).

Important: This piece is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any person alive or dead, is purely co-incidental. (Anyone from PESIT will know what I mean)

POOPY PIG- A short, musical poem.

I Sniff my snout and it is dirty, so I begin to dig.
Confused? Don't be, for I am Poopy Pig.
I Live in my luxury sty, filled with extra hay
That I empty out when it gets too smelly, each may.
I wiggle out and blush, I see the love of my life...
Its Pimply Pig, the beauty who I want to make my wife!
I run out, flash my dazzling smile, and wink
I suddenly feel embarrassed and turn a bright pink.
Pimply winks at me, and I feel a delicious shiver
She pouts her lips out and I then start to quiver!
But wait! She's smiling at someone else! Now, I'm hurt.
She's my queen, and now she's such a big flirt!
She's looking at Prince-y pig, that rich piece of crap.
One of these days, I'd like to give him one tight slap!
Prince-y gives her a daisy, and she beams with pride
Oh, how it hurts to see that jackass at her side!
He whisks her away on his bike, and I'm left in the cold...
Its simply awful how pretty damsels go after gold...
I decide to go get a job, and try earn some money,
and kick prince-y's ass. Now that, would be funny.
I try a bunch of things, from farming to software
and All i could buy, was new clean underwear.
So I contemplated stealing, but I know that's not right...
I'm a principled Pig, and stealing gives me a fright!
So I decide to shape up, and look like a charming guy,
But I'm wayyy too fat...It won't work...Sigh!
So I go back to my sty, feeling so sad
And there was Pimply Pig! The joy drove me mad!
She hugged me and said, "Oh, Poopy, You're the one."
"You're my sunshine, and besides, you're so much fun!"
"Prince-y may be rich, prince-y may be fancy,
But he's such a jerk, and oh-so-pansy!
He has no character, and He's such a bore!
He talks only about himself and my ears are sore.
You, however are sweet, nice to talk to, and kind...
And I'd love to date you, If you don't mind!"
So now, finally, Pimply's mine, 24*7
and I, Poopy Pig, am in Piggy Heaven.

Mirror, Mirror

Oooh, that's Interesting!
I can't wait to get it, to Try it, to buy it
I'll save it, I'll Hide it, I'll survive it........

No? Why not?
Are you curbing my enthusiasm?
Tell me WHY. I don't understand.
It all won't go just how you planned
Why do you get to decide what's banned?

Now, stop that. Really. I mean it.
Arrgh! Frustration! It's creeping in!
You act like I'm the mastermind of the greatest sin
So what? I'll be careful. Its just this once.
I really won't over-do it. Give me that chance.

Okay, you don't trust me. Fine.
I still don't get your view and you don't want to get mine.

Sshhh...Don't tell anyone. I got it. I know! This is so exciting!
So what's the harm if I check it out once, right? No biggie. NO sweat.
Hah! That's it? Why is it made out to be such a big threat?
I can learn for myself. See? I handled that okay...
I handled that okay...okay...okay...

Oops.
I shouldn't have.
Why didn't anyone tell me? You told me? No shit! You didn't tell me.
How was I to know it would be this bad?
You'd think I'd have gone ahead then? I'm not that mad.
But we've established that you didn't tell me.
Ok,maybe you did. But I'm not going to admit that to anyone. You know me.

Years later..
No. NO! I'm sure that's interesting.
But no.
You don't need to know why not.
Yes, that's exactly what I once thought.
Experience teaches you everything. Trust me. That's why I get to Decide.
And no, you can never be that careful. Uh-huh. Yes, I'm right.
Quit acting like a punk.
I know I'm right. I know you think I'm not.
Nevermind. Someday you'll get it.