I
can’t say where my story ideas come from, they come from random places. Some
come from a T.V. show or movie I’m watching, some come from a book I’m reading,
some just seem to come out of the blue. Which is why I try to always have a
paper and pen/pencil handy. If you are really curious, I think this idea came to me while I was watching “Supernatural on Netflix.
However, I can’t hope to remember with episode. All I can say is that it was
during season 8. But enough rambling, enjoy my latest poem.
BE MY FRIEND
I like to go out and watch things die,
You don’t have to shout and there’s
no need to cry,
That’s who I am and don’t ask why.
Just say you’ll be my friend.
Or sometimes when I’m feeling low,
I’ll go and lay a wicked blow,
On some random person that I don’t
even know.
Please, tell me you’re my friend.
I sometime like to steal a car,
Or start a fight to trash a bar,
Or seal a bug into a jar.
I’ll make them be my friend.
There are times I might poke you, in
the eye,
On sensitive subjects, I might pry,
Or, just like this poem . . . I may
flat out lie.
But I do want to be your friend.
