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Why am I up at 3:30am?
Why the fuck am I not in bed?
Why am I up at 3:30am,
When I should clearly be in bed?
Why are there drunk people outside my house?
Why do they have to be so loud?
All I want to fucking do is sleep,
but they just won’t shut up!
Why the fuck is a train going by at 3:30am?
How am I supposed to sleep
when this fucking trains’s here?
Why am I up at 3:30am?
Why the fuck am I not in bed?
Why am I up at 3:30am,
When I should clearly be in bed?
Why is my room is fucking cold?
How can a man possibly sleep in it?
Even under the covers I’m cold,
I am really not a fan.
Why is my bed so lumpy?
Can’t a guy get a decent bed?
Why does my bed fucking suck?
I’m just sick of my sore back.
Why did I want to write a poem at 3:30am?
Why am I asking questions,
which will never be answered?
Why the fuck am I not stopping,
so I can go the fuck to bed?
Why do I keep writing,
when I should just go to bed?
I should go to bed since it is not 3:35am
I should close my eyes and lay down my weary head.
I should go to sleep since it’s almost dawn,
so why the fuck am I up,
when it’s almost 4am?

The best things in life are impossible things made possible through the stories we read.
The best things in life are the improbable made probable through the movies we see.
The best things in life are the inconceivable made conceivable through the shows we see.
Impossible is impossible
Improbable is improbable
Inconceivable is inconceivable
As long as you can imagine.

Do not fall in love
no one will catch you.
Love is stupid
love is full of pain and sorrow.
Do not fall in love
people will just laugh when your face hits the ground.
Love will drive you mad
love brings utter despair to your life.
DO NOT FALL IN LOVE!
Seriously, that shit fucking sucks
because you’ll never be able to quit.
Love is an addiction
Love is a drug
love is a this virus that consumes your whole body
it will devour you from the inside out.
It makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do.
It makes you become irrational for no reason.
Love is the worst possible thing to happen to a human.
Yet…
love is wonderful,
love is magical,
love is fantastical,
love is terrible.
The thing about love is that 
it is everything that is good and bad about this world.
Do not fall in love.
And you wanna know why?
Because giving your whole heart to someone
is painful when they don’t give theirs.
Falling in love is painful.
Because you can’t control who you fall for,
trust me I tried!
Falling in love bites because sometimes you’re not loved back
Do not fall in love
because most times no one will catch you,
but when they do…
when they do, it is what makes love so wonderful.
Do not fall in love
because it’s so hard to find your way out.

Sometimes the people we love hurt us so,
sometimes a good guy will do bad,
sometimes people do the right thing for the wrong reasons.
Sometimes people are just human.

Sometimes laughter leads to crying,
sometimes you cry to feel the joy,
sometimes you’re mad for no reason,
sometimes you’re just human. 

Sometimes you make mistakes,
sometimes you just want to punch someone’s face.
Sometimes you just feel sad.
Sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes you mess up and don’t mean it.
Sometimes you can never forgive,
sometimes you just want to punish,
but then again, sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes people break your heart,
sometimes people’s hearts get broken,
sometimes people can’t deal with the pain,
and sometimes people are just human.

Sometimes you feel like, “what’s the point?”
Sometimes you just want it to end,
sometimes you’d wish the world didn’t suck,
but then again, sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes people make mistakes,
sometimes the mistakes can’t be fixed,
sometimes you just can’t forgive,
after all, sometimes people are just human.

Sometimes I wish it could be easy,
sometimes I wish it was a movie,
sometimes I want to be happy,
but then I remember, sometimes I’m just human.

Sometimes we do things we regret,
sometimes we just need to cry,
sometimes we do hate,
but sometimes we are just human.

Sometimes people deny how they really are,
sometimes people find it hard to love,
sometimes people push away the ones they love,
sometimes people are just human.

Sometimes you just feel happy,
sometimes you’re glad about life,
sometimes nothing in the world can bring you down
because sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes everything just goes your way,
sometimes you find joy among friends,
sometimes you wish those days will never end,
because sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes you laugh and smile,
sometimes you’re just content,
sometimes you’re just happy,
because sometimes you’re just human.

Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad,
because sometimes the bad seems like it will never end,
but fret not, soon you’ll be happy again
because sometimes you’re just human.

And when you think the world is full of assholes and dicks,
and when you think people are swine and scum,
and when you think you’ve had enough of society
just remember, sometimes people are human.  

Let’s hope 2013 is a great year!
Let’s hope all our dreams come true,
let’s hope 2013 brings only good,
HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR!
2013 is gonna be a great year,
I can feel it!
2013 is gonna be fantastic!
I just know it!
Here’s to 2013,
I look forward to what you bring 

We had an Olympic year,
We had many great days,
366 in fact.
We thought the world would end,
turns out we were wrong.
But we did lose Hostess.
Hurricane Sandy came and went,
and washed The Jersey Shore away with it.
The USA had an election, Obama won again,
Some guy fell from space and didn’t die,
another guy tight roped across Niagara Falls.
We went to Mars… again.
We all kept watching Gangnam Style.
Higgs Boson was found,
I didn’t know we lost it!
We said good bye to Merlin
We said good bye to the Ponds,
a great many things happened in 2012.
In conclusion, thank you all for an amazing year.
Thank you for the joy and tears.
Thank you for the wondrous memories,
and here’s to an wonderful year.
So raise your glasses,
tip your hats,
and grab someone to kiss!
Here’s to 2012,
it will sure be missed!
To 2013,
let’s hope you’re as good as the last!
Good bye 2012, it’s been swell,
but it’s time to part ways.
Grab a glass,
pour the champagne,
and sing Auld Lang Syne!
But fret not my dear,
we have another year!
So good bye 2012,
may you have a safe and wonderful New Year. 

This is a poem.
It is easy to tell,
I write in lines,
instead of prose.
Sometimes poems have stanzas,

Like that thing that just happened.
Others can be really long too.
some poets dont use capital letters
or puncation
like e e cummings

Some poems tell a story,
this one kind of does.
I like to make them rhyme,
but if they don’t it’s not a crime.

In poetry, talk like Yoda you can,
In poetry, you can use repetition,
In poetry,  anything can happen.
Poems don’t have to make sense.
But they always mean something.

People write haikus,
People like haikus,
I’m not very good at haikus.

Poetry is an art that has no rules,
A poem can only be one word,
BOOM!
I never said that all poems were deep.
I like funny poems.

Everyone needs a good laugh sometimes
Life is in laughter they say,
I like to laugh
Laughter is good
there was seriously no point to this stanza

Poems are as different as the people who write them
That’s why poetry is so awesome
everyone’s got a poem in them
or more
poems are cool.

This is a poem about poems
Some would consider this art reflecting art
I call it trying to get ride of boredom
Actually I call it the poetry poem
look at the title after all 

This poem actually breaks the forth wall
It started off breaking it,
I think I just added an additional wall with this poem,
but such things happen when you’re bored
I have no clue when I’m gonna end this poem 

Tis getting rather long
did I mention that people don’t mind
tis and twas in poems?
At least I don’t
They be nifty words anyway.

Poems can lack proper grammar
that kinda makes me mad sometimes
I like poems with proper grammar and spelling
and punctuation
but seriously though, i hate e e cummings.

Poems are art
Poetry is art
and art can be whatever you think it can be
to some people porn is art
I don’t know why, but I guess it is.

I think I’m done with this poem about poems
It turned out better than I thought
It’s actually quite deep if you actually read it,
that’s the magic of a poem
you never know what you’ll get 

To live is to die,
To die is to live,
But fuck it, just live your life 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place.
A jolly old man moved with great haste.
Everything was right and prim and proper,
As he played with a coin of copper.

The children were nestled all snug in their room,
Far from their minds were visions of doom.
Wife in her nightie, I in my pants,
As the jolly fellow downstairs began to dance.

Then out on the lawn thee arose such a clatter,
I looked outside, for the man was on a latter.
Away from the window I flew in a flash,
hid all the jewelry and most of the cash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
made the bitter cold shine in the 10 below.
Out of the corner of my eye what should appear?
But a miniature cop car and a fat man drunk on beer.

The man looked tiny, lively, and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Faster, and faster he ran as he came,
How he joked, and shouted, and called them a-many name.

“Now Dasher! Now  Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
Oh Comet and Cupid, Donner and Blitzen!
I bet ye can’t can’t catch me as I bolt over this wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
He meant an obstacle and fell from his high.
So up and up he rose again and flew.
With toys in toot, and alcohol too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the dancing, the prancing of the crazy old goof.
As I pondered how this came to be,
Down the chimney St Nicholas said with a “wee.”

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot.
And he concerned little that he was covered in soot.
A bunch of toys he had in a sack,
twas slung over his shoulder and onto his back.

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were red his nose a cherry!
The smell of liquor came from his month,
He must have been taking drinks on his way south.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
he stumbled and staggered and almost knocked over a wreath,
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
They shook when he laughed , as he ate a bowl full of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old fellow
He laughed when he saw, I looked rather mellow.
A glitter in his eye a knot in his back
as he through down the toys in his sack.

He spoke nonsense and went straight to work,
Oh, he peed on the tree, my he is such a jerk!
Then he stuck a finger up his nose,
and giving a twist, up the chimney he rose.

He stumbled to his sleigh, and gave a whistle.
And up looked the cops as he through thistle,
But I heard him exclaim as the took him away.
“Merry Christmas to all, I’ll post bail by break of day!”

Tis the most wonderful time of the year…
That is what they say.
I tend to disagree. 
Christmas is the scariest time of the year!
A red pedophile climbs down your chimney and leaves you gifts.
Reindeer poop on the roof.
It’s cold. 
Icy roads,
families get together and fight.
You never get what you want,
suicide rates and car accent rates go up.
Someone makes an off-cuff comment to make someone cry.
It snows.
You slip and fall on the wet ground.
And worse of all…
you are expected to buy everyone you know gifts.
Tis not the most wonderful time of the year…
Plus you always eat to much,
and you gain a million pounds.
Your grandmother or aunt buys an ugly sweater that you are forced to wear.
You have to cut down nature and put it in your house
it repays you by leaving pine needles everywhere,
the like of which you are still picking up by Easter.
Plus you have to risk life and limb decorating your house
Only to be told that you did it wrong.
Not only that but Jews don’t have to do all that,
get the same day off,
and get seven extra days out of it.
But you know what?
No matter what I wouldn’t trade Christmas for anything.
Tis the most wonderful time of the year after all.

I’m walking in a winter wonderland,
The snow is cold upon my face.
My shoe is wet from a pile of snow,
and I can’t feel my toes.

I’m walking in a winter wonderland.
I can’t see anything in front of me,
my head’s itchy from my hat.
The roads are icy, I might slip.

I’m walking in a winter wonderland.
Someone throws a snowball at my face.
It stings and burns and I freeze.
I forgot my gloves, and my hands get chapped.

I’m walking in a winter wonderland.
I see a beautiful tree,
It costs an arm and a leg.
I spent half my life’s savings.

I’m walking in a winter wonderland.
I’m freezing in a winter wonderland.
I think I have frozen nuts!
I’m walking in a winter wonderland.

But as much as I complain,
I still love this time of the year.
I enjoy the holidays
I enjoy walking in a winter wonderland

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
why must ye shed?
As long as I can remember I’ve been picking up needles.
It’s not my fault that you date back to Germanic traditions.
Maybe if you didn’t smell nice we wouldn’t cut you down.
Can you please stop shedding needles,
they’re pain to pick up.
But hey at least we decorate you.
Don’t you enjoy the miscellaneous ornaments we place on you?
My favorite one is the one from Disney.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
why do you hate me?
I water you everyday.
I prune you too.
I take care of you
and decorate too.
Oh why, oh why must ye branches shed?
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
how I loathe thee 

You better watch out, you better not cry,
You better not pout, and I’m telling you why
A fat old pedophile’s coming to town.
He sees you when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake
He knows who’s been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.
You better not shout, you better not cry,
you better not pout, I’m telling you why.
This guy climbs into your house
and leaves gifts for girls and boys.
He goes to malls and makes kids sit on his lap.
He’s old and round and has a beard.
Most of the year he makes elves make toys
for his little girls and boys.
You better watch out, you better not cry
A fat pedophile’s coming to town.
He drives a sleigh and lands on your head
then sneaks in and stands next to your bed.
He laughs a hearty one, two, three
a ho, ho, ho indeed.
He’s rather busy this time of the year
He’s Santa and he’s a creepy man.
He’s a pedophile, he just hasn’t got caught.
So you better watch out, you better bot cry
You better not pout and I’m telling you why.
A fat old pedophile’s coming to town.

All I want for Christmas is you!
I want nothing else.
You are the only gift I want!
So I better see a human sized box under my tree
All I want for Christmas is you!
I’m dead serious, don’t buy me anything.
Just put a bow on your head, clothing optional
So I better see a human sized box under my tree.
All I want for Christmas is you!
I even wrote letters to Santa, and gave him money too!
Hopefully he listens and kidnaps you.
So I better see a human sized box under my tree.
All I want for Christmas is you!
I want you alive too, no fun if you’re dead.
So please put air holes in the box,
I better see that box under my tree
So help me God if I don’t!
Because all I want for Christmas is you!
In a non-creepy totally infatuated way.

I’ll be home for Christmas, I hope.
I got no car, and no money,
but I’ll try to get back.
However, it’s kinda a long walk.
I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.
I will try to get back.
But roads are icy and tis bitter cold.
I live in another state!
But I’ll be home for Christmas, tell mom and dad.
I promise it on Great Aunt Lily’s grave
I’ll be home for Christmas I hope.
I rather be home than partying with hotties.
I rather be freezing my ass off than sitting on the beach.
I rather buy everyone gifts than saving my money.
I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my heart.
But it’d not like that’s a guarantee.
I got a million things to do,
I’m a rather busy man.
But I believe that I speak the truth
I should, hypothetically, hopefully, probably be there for Christmas.
Yup, I might, hopefully, be on my way home.
but definitely New Year’s Eve.