i'm lying in my bed wonderin
why cant's sleep, ideas keep comin.
now i'm writing a poem like an emo person
though i prefered being compared to a black guy in prison.
for those who knew me, you might think i'm crazy
for writing unusual stuffs unexpectedly.
well everyone's got their own secret addiction,
i am just a bored guy who needs medication,
for i can't sleep! God knows why
i'll just write a poem, i guess i'll try
you can't really judge a book by it's cover
coz maybe what you see is just a colorful cover.
all im saying is i am still JB
just trying new things that interests me.
now you know the other side of me
now you see the flip side of JB.
this is the poem that gave me inspiration. it's from the movie Harold and Kumar.
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
here's another poem, maybe this will be the first and last time that i'm gonna write a poem for my post.... the next poem will tell you why.
Roses are red, violets are blue
i'm not really good in poems, are you?
they say it's easy, doubt that's true
so fuck poems! and fuck you too!