Like snakes slithering, intertwined,
So are the constructs of my mind.
I wonder if ’twas by Divine design,
Or just the passage of Earth’s cruel time.
No matter the case, I must digress,
For I cannot think under such duress,
Nor contemplate mine own egress,
Into this dark pit of emptiness.
With so much stress and so much strain,
Whittling away at my wretched brain,
I wonder, will I be driven insane,
Left as a madman to laugh at the rain.
In my case, I must say I do believe,
That madness, to me, would be reprieve,
I would no longer need to grieve,
Over what i have failed to achieve.
Or mourn the loss of innocence,
In each and every happenstance,
No matter what the circumstance,
I detest this grim and loathsome dance.
If only life were not so dastardly,
In its dizzying attempts at mastery,
Perhaps there would not be such casualties,
Or such deviation from old formalities.
There’s naught I can do about this pain,
Save my writing in this refrain,
To spread worldwide the deep disdain,
Of this old madman, laughing at the rain.
Credit To: J. Brown
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am i the only person who mentally raps poems as they read them? no? just me? ok i’ll go sit in the corner
no i do the same and sometimes dance a little until someone looks at me funny yeah this got awkward……
I am baffled. ほぺ。:|
ima poet
whoda thunk it?
Sucked
Not creepy whatsoever. I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t expecting a scare. It’s like walking in a theater to see a good comedy only to find a good drama. It’s good, though.
you have an edgar allan poe-ish writing style in my opinion I like it
@Anonymous
Your story was better than the poem itself!
Roses are red, violets are blue. I took my time to read this, now I have to go pee. Does rhyme? Too bad, haha. Kidding. But really. Nice poem.
Not really much of a pasta, but a deep poem.
I love this.
I rather enjoyed this, however it seemed as if it went by too fast…I’d like a more detailed ending.
It all started on a regular Friday evening. I was reading Creepy Pastas, and all of a sudden my routine was disrupted when I stumbled upon the most horrendous sight. Horrified that I might have accidentally clicked on an advertisement for Crappy Pasta, my eyes darted towards the URL. Realizing I was in fact on the right site, I dismissed the occurrence as being the result of Derpbutt’s hangover.
A couple weeks later, however, it happened again. Increasingly, my eyes frequented these awful spectacles. I just thought maybe Derp was on a bender, what with school starting back up.
But now, it has come to a point where it is almost daily that my eyes are harassed. My withered heart cannot take it anymore. It needs the excitement of actual >creepy< pastas. Without the proper nourishment that only these pastas may provide, I'm afraid my heart will ultimately fail. It will be at this point that I'll have to pull a "friend posts for me, announcing my death" card.
Now I will leave, choking (i.e., typing) out my last words…I'm begging anyone…the poets themselves…Derpbutt's overly-approving thumb…to just stop…Please….
By the way, nice poem!
No more fucking Poems please
then stop reading.