#hyperbolic poem

[chillestofchillpotatos-blog]

POWERFUL

I was born to parents who held me dear

Cherished me so

And watched me grow

For I am a human of many dreams

But I can draw

My art can compare to the Mona Lisa

In both the best and worst of times

For I am an artist

I am the moon to the sea

I cause the tides and every wave

As I dance through eternity

For I am a dancer

My words

They transform a page into

A world in which no one has ever dared to dream

For I am a writer

My brain can store

Most anything in which

The world may wish to share

For I am smart

And as I grew

My dreams did too

And now I can conquer the world

For I am powerful

~A hyperbolic poem by @chillestofchillpotatos ~

[androbbersmadeawaywithhisbones]

The Narcissist

He’s so vain, his house is made entirely of mirrors so that he is always in sight of himself.

He’s so arrogant, he believes even the gods and goddesses of the universe must bow to him and kiss his feet.

His voice is so disdainful, the worms crawl farther into the earth so as to not be within its reach, and the flowers wilt at the sound of it.

He’s so pompous, even the stars and the planets and the unknown galaxies far away have heard the tales of his accomplishments a hundredfold.

His walk is so contemptuous, the walls shimmer and shake and back away, and the floor drops out from underneath and retreats into the earth, and the people flee and hide. No person and no thing wants to be attacked by the haughtiness overflowing from his body, burning and poisoning them like radiation.

The narcissist.

—m.k.l.

[coca-cola--pussy]

The Narcissist

He's so vain, his house is made entirely of mirrors so that he is always in sight of himself.

He's so arrogant, he believes even the gods and goddesses of the universe must bow to him and kiss his feet.

His voice is so disdainful, the worms crawl farther into the earth so as to not be within its reach, and the flowers wilt at the sound of it.

He's so pompous, even the stars and the planets and the unknown galaxies far away have heard the tales of his accomplishments a hundredfold.

His walk is so contemptuous, the walls shimmer and shake and back away, and the floor drops out from underneath and retreats into the earth, and the people flee and hide. No person and no thing wants to be attacked by the haughtiness overflowing from his body, burning and poisoning them like radiation.

The narcissist.

--m.k.l.