White Walking on and sand and not leaving the footprints is impossible. Similarly, Doing hardwork and not getting proper result is impossible. ©theunnamedpoet99

theunnamedpoet99

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

Schizology

The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology

Schizology

After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology

Schizology

White Walking on and sand and not leaving the footprints is impossible. Similarly, Doing hardwork and not getting proper result is impossible. ©theunnamedpoet99

theunnamedpoet99

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

Schizology

The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology

Schizology

After four in the morning Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't sleep anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology

Schizology