Throwback Thursday: Remembering Shel Silverstein

What the hell is happening, Dreamstone?!

              I thought I would do the whole trhowback thursday thing. So today I have a Silverstein-ish poem for you all. Now, I didn't read any Shel books until last year. But when I did...........I fell in love with him. I know his poms are for kids. but I just love them. Come to think of it, he helped me realize I wanted to write poems! So, Thanks a lot!

Hey, they call it throwback thursday not throwback friday for a reason, right? ha ha. But it is 11:02PM so I should get the show on the road. Here goes....


Living Alone in Maxwell's House

I'd live alone in Maxwell's house
Drink coffee all day and
Not need to pray

I'd play all his game
And over feed his cat
And I'd never wipe my feet on the mat......shhhh

I'd put on all his hats
And let in wild bats!
And maybe even Bobcats......shhhh

I'd eat all his food
And be in a joyful mood
And be happy in knowing I did no good......shhhh

When he was ready to come home
I'd steal his cat and take the never used mat

And I'd need to say,
Maxwell needs to change his locks......shhhh

Your Name and Our Pain

This is just something I thought of when singing a song. It's a love story. One lover is living and the other passed away. But she knows they will meet again.

If I had to choose between
The Fame and the Pain
I'd choose the Pain
Because I know that the Pain
Means that I knew you from before

If I had to choose between
Your name and the Pain
I'd choose your name
Because I know that your name
Means that I'll know you once more

I Hate My Grandmother

She is picking aroung like a bloody great hen
He is an old and ill man

Not only does she pick on me
But she will also pick on he

She talks of times when she'd smack them over her knee
All the time like, " 1,2,3!".

Grandma and Grandpa
She waits over his death bed
And says nothing nice to float inside his head

She said only if he had money
Would they ever be wed

My Grandmother is a green, mean, mad witch. Queen Bee bitch.


Hey y'all!
I Hate My Grandmother is a poem about my real life grandma. Just so you know, she is a very, very mean person. Used me too many times for me to forget. Thanks for reading!

Love,
Lockley

The Untold Story of a Rock Star: I knew It The Whole Time ( I Do Drugs Because I can't Forget You )

Sex is my drug amd my drug is my art

Drag me down, Sins Of The Flesh, dig my grave
Go aroung the world in my back stage wet dreams

Sex  is my drug and my drug is my art

Do it to stay alive, stay alive to do it
Would love be waiting for someone like me?
I've been looking in all the beds I come in, but I have yet to see anything

Sex is my drug and my drug is my art

I love my fans and my fans love me
Boys and girls alike come on to me,
and I come on all of them

Sex is my drug and my drug is my art

But when I hear the right song,
I wish to be in your room,
doing all the best things you have,
and maybe a little more

Sex is my drug but I want you to be my art

Make love in the words of the sweetest songs,
Kiss and hug in midnight's best dreams

Sex is my drug and my drug is you

If forever was to happen,
I would spend forever with you
But since you only live once,
I'll live once for two

Our love is my drug and you are my art


Inspired By
Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know
Two Door Cinema Club - Something Good Can Work


So this one has more to do with sex and drug use than any of the other ones. Just because I am feeling new and odd things right now. Life, it's beautiful. Thank you for reading!