Where Is One?!?!?!?!?!

message me if u want more

where's a blade

when you f****n need it

i want one now

or ill burst out in a raging fit

 

yes im happy

yes im psyched

i just wish

some other stuff would go right

 

ive not been in

the greatest of moods

and ive been

a little rude

 

now guilt

begins to set in

reminding me

of my every sin

 

luckily i

can vent now

hopefully it'l work

somehow

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

Here's the deal, I went all the way back here lookin for a story? I seen your profile, I see how many poems you wrote... you Volleyball, fer real?

Me I was a pool player, hustler street a*s punk that could really sing an play s**t... till I pass out, punched out, kick out. thrown out bla bla blasphemy!

So, give me a short story. About the shittiest day ya ever played that damn game. An weren't the Hero, an your team blew it an coach jump all over yr a*s. Cause I know, your the Gal. Am I right?

If not, ignore me.

If, ya are? Follow that story with the day, ya puller right outta that skid down the highway, pull that scooter back ta black top. An didn't pull over. F**k that. Ya jus twist that throttle with menace. An Ride, baby girl... Ride like the f****n wind. Ya, put that hammer down. Punch that ball right over the net in ta the b*****s face... won, the game. Then caught her outside & kick too f****n pieces. For, takin yr man!

Got it!

[Rory CJ Frankson]

Ok not the last, but Volley ball girl, I'm here so... I guess I'm the one.

Got the shot gun blues
gonna
disconnect my brain...

Got them shot gun blues
gonna
Let my life...

run own the drain.

Ja waaaa ja-al dala ja waaaa.... na na na na na....

Winter, f****n freezin out that frosty crawl ah pattern climbin the windw. All
the buds are at work, had a bummer. Can't seel no dope, useless here. My band don't want me cause I just drink an f**k people up What ah worthless piecse ah s**t.... waaa waa ja lal waaaahhhh. Got my harp out. Drunck. Got them shot gun Blues ... conna... disconnect my... brain wwwwaaa waaa ja la whaaaa.

Piece ah s**t couch in the way an I beat he s**t out of it well case I'm pissed and fall down the stairs headin ta fill the f****n tub. Misserable f****n weather an a great day ta slash... f**k it. waaaahhh aa ja la whaaaa!. The harp smashes into the wall and dent the s**t outta dry wall! Not gonna need it after this s****y winter day. Who's goona miss a piece ah s**t like me anyway. 985 miles from nowhere. An its 95 miles till mid-night baby doll an I'm the f****n one.... oh ya!

I fill the tub still mumblin that killer queen. Shes a B***h death. Ya man straight up... I'm gonna stroke that Demon w***e too wait an see...

That was the last day of the first breath and a long road home... Volleyball.

Life f***s ya. An then.... roll over an let em do the other-side hey!
Waaaahh waaa ja-ka whaaaa!

Cause I'm just ah Gypsywheeler an you where such a fucked up dealer
and we wanted to run away... an hide
in the deep
an the dark
an the heart ah the night!
an that all right cause then
we'll fade

On Mullbury Hill time time stood still
on a dusty day
in a rainbow haze
an eclectic parade...

(bridge)

Cause I'm just ah Gypsy Wheeler, on hah. Your where such ah sweet soul stealer
An I wanted ta lay ya down right here...
right now...
beneath a blanket ah stars
cause thats where we are
and then we'll ride

Cause I'm just ah gypsy wheeler an it's my way on the hyway
its my way rollin byways
and the i'll ride home
all along
an that's ok

Cause on Mullbury hill
time stood still
on a dusty day( voice husky quite an music's fadin)
in a rainbow haze...
In this hectec parade................................ waaah waa ja-ka whaaaaahhh . 'Bam'

Got them shot gun blues ain't gonna disconnect his brainnnnnn waaah wasss ja-ka wha. I think iI'l jus stay here just the sameeeee. wah wah.

I know got s**t to do with this poem?
whatta you think?
Volley Ball?
huh?
Ro...

Gonna give us ah hundred cause we try... girly bob! ha 13 points.. right on

Excuse the errors I ain't gonna edit!