Cloud of Gloom

There’s been a cloud of gloom
that always likes to zoom,
but it’s been coming round and round
just like a big ol’ loom.

“Hello!” I greet Sir Mound of Doom
as he makes his way towards a room,
“Where are you going on this fine, bright, day
perhaps off to make a boom?”

But he does not slow a single step,
not a roll, a flap, or splash,
and continues on his wary way
to the holiday Christmas bash.

“Stop!” I shout as I spring to my feet,
“Stop! Halt! Or I will throw wheat!”

And he does hear me, Sir Mound of Doom,
until, atleast, I crash with a boom.
Down goes the door but not the room
to all of my friends with special amends.

He quickly cocks his brow
at me and my odd actions,
“Have you simply stopped me
for me to wow?”

Quickly I spring up to my feet
and continue to talk, not skipping a beat.
“Why have you been near
the friends I hold dear?”

To that he murmurs one quick little word
before going on his way before I even heard
the reason to my friends’ demise
that they hold close, just like a prize.


My own poem, no stealing >:[

Mumbo Jumbo

When my friends are frustrated with a situation, I just sit there and feel bad for them.
But I don’t say anything.
And if it’s over the internet, it’s as though I don’t give a crap about their lives.

Or if a friend is feeling down, and he/she tells me what happened, I don’t know what the heck to do.
Maybe an occational “oh that sucks… :/”
Or a sympathetic “awww… it’ll be okay…”
But yet again, it’s as though I don’t give a crap about their lives.

I can’t tell them empty lies that supposedly make things better
And I can’t just sit there and say nothing
So what the heck am I supposed to do?!

Everything I say or type is a load of mumbo jumbo.
Whether it’s empty promises, odd sound effects, or just “…”s to fill the empty silence, they all come out as garbled words to me.

If all I can speak is mumbo jumbo, what kind of a friend am I?

Removed from Reality

When one loop of drama finally ends, another begins. And everytime, I’m more frustrated than before.But I have them feeling that I’m the one that begins all this drama.

Or atleast, the bad drama.

If I had never existed, then would my friends still be so depressed? I’m the cause of the distraction and pain, so taking me out of the equation would make them happy right?

If I had never existed, maybe Katrina wouldn’t be so lost. Instead, she’d be happy with Allen.

If I had never existed, Michelle wouldn’t have to deal with all the drama (and thus could possibly concentrate on her school stuff more)

If I had never existed, Janice wouldn't have a person constantly arguing against what she says.

If I had never existed, Tina wouldn’t have to deal with another meat-eating, gelatin-loving, freak that makes everything worse.

And if I had never existed, Allen wouldn’t be so sad.


So if I disappear, that’s a good thing right?