Nirvana, Starr, Road Trip

Nirvana

The definition of ‘Nirvana’ actually means the freedom of pain. Kurt Cobain decided to name the band ‘Nirvana because it was his closest definition of Grunge. He’s been dead for about 20 years now due to a suicidal incident. The way it happened was, he put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger before the cops came. Before he killed himself, Kurt Donald Cobain married Courtney Love and had a child named Frances Bean Cobain. She’s 22 years old today. If you're thinking that Kurt didn't love his family, you're wrong.

He truly did love his family very much with a passion. He even left a note before he died. In the note, there are two parts in the letter. One for his fans, and the other for his family. In the fan section, he says that he pretty much gave up because he didn’t really feel the same passion as ‘Queen’ did.

What he means by that is that he really couldn't get any excitement of performing like other rock artists did, so I suppose he felt bad. The other part of the note that was dedicated to his family, is only known by his family. Courtney Love did not share that personal information out to anyone. Kurt also had three other siblings: two brothers and one sister.

Kurt was very successful in his career. He made catchy songs, and the people loved him, but the man had a high drug addition and went to rehab several times. In my own personal opinion, I think Kurt was murdered mentally. Only because he was so depressed, and I also think he was murdered period. I could be wrong, and I could be right, The world may never know, but rumors say Courtney Love has done something similar by making Kurt overdose in the past and writing the note apparently he left in his wallet.

Starr

Starr you're so bizarre,

But dude

You can almost be

As loud as a

Car.

When you grow up

You're gonna

Evolve into a

‘Superstar’.

So bro,

You better get far,

As I hit this space bar.

Dude you’re cooler

Then Marceline’s

Axe bass Guitar.

You and the squad

Probably laughing

Like hardey

Har Har,

but I’m just sitting

Here picking

At my scar.

Here have this

Cookie jar

That’s filled

With candy bars.

You can keep it

Forever

As long as

You stay who

You are.

Road Trip

The squad rolls

With Nirvana the band.

Yeah, you know

Were all about

That ‘Teen Spirit,’ man.

We chill

At this place

Called Neverland.

With our immature

High spirited friend

Named Peter Pan.

Josie is over here

Speaking some

Language from Japan.

Oh by the way-

Did I mention we

Were in a magical

White van?

While baby Finn

Is on the roof

Screaming

“I can shake uh my can!”,

But then we crashed

Into a trash can.

Smash!

Went our Nirvana Jam.

Including all of us

And the white van.

11/3/14

11/3/14

You give me butterflies.

When I’m with you,

I’m happier then

When it’s summertime.

Being without you

Is like telling

The sun

It’s not allowed

To rise.

When I see you

I get so energized.

I would tell

You the entire love

Story, but it

Needs to be summarized.

When I first met you,

My heart was

Undersized,

But now

That I have you,

My heart is fully revived.

I won a contest,

And you're my prize.

You’re what defines

My life.

I may say it too much,

But I love your eyes.

I also love you

More, than I

Enjoy fries.

One day, we’ll

Grow old together

And become wise.

You're the sunlight,

In my dark,

Sparkly sky.

It’s like, you don’t

Realize that

You're designed as the

Absolute perfect guy.

You’re so

Accomplished, that you

Don’t even have to try.

Everytime I see you

I think I’m

Going to die

Because of such a

Beautiful sight.

I’m just so glad that

You’re mine.

To be honest,

I feel like you’re

My own personal

Cloud nine.

I seriously need

You to get off

My mind.

You're never unkind.

You couldn't hurt a

Fly.

No matter what happens,

I’ll never leave you

Behind.

And even if

You were blind,

I’d still be

By your side.

That way you know,

There’s no such thing

As goodbyes.

So if there’s no

Such thing as

Goodbyes,

Then our love

Will never die.

3 AM Thoughts

3 AM Thoughts

“And maybe I love that sadness,

more than I’ll ever love myself.”

That’s a quote

from a person,

that I’ll never know.

Oh well.

I put it in my poem,

because it described just how I felt,

and I wanted everyone to know it,

because I never ever show it.

Odd future wolf gang,

is where I really know it.

I got a lot of problems,

and there all unstoppable.

Trying to understand me

is very impossible.

I’m unsolvable.

Make me mad,

and I’ll break your bone fossil,

and I’ll put you in the hospital.

Then when I’m done

I’ll be laughing,

Cause it’s comical.

and don’t say I’m adorable,

when I’m mad.

I’ll grab your eye sockets,

and throw it at your dad.

Just kidding.

I’m just a rad, sad, bad girl,

Who needs help,

going to the underworld.

I was never that girly girl,

who curled her hair everyday.

I was always the one,

that tried to stay away.

Made my mom so stressed,

that her hair turned grey,

While she was so overweight.

And oh my gosh,

I hate Monday’s.

Not to mention,

I do nothing on holidays.

My life is like

a suicidal replay.

Nothing is

Gonna be,

Okay.

That’s why,

sometimes, I sit down,

and pray.

That maybe

one day, my life

would change,

and be great.

Wait until my heart stops,

And meet me

at the golden gates.

Everynight,

I sleep late.

I used to create dreams,

that made me debate,

weather I was awake or not.

So I’ve decided that dreams are real,

and reality is not.

What you guys call life

to me is

Abnormality.

My grades dropped

just like gravity.

Punch you in the mouth,

so hard,

you get a cavity.

My attitude is

Triviality.

Dont judge me,

or I’ll have to use

brutality.

Murder

Murder

I smile as I pass by.

But inside,

I die.

I dont talk much,

but in my mind,

I cry.

I tell myself,

“Dont show it

On the outside.”

I try not

To be shy.

I have millions of,

Words to

Apply,

Like the fourth of

July.

But I lock it all up

On the inside.

I can only speak

With my eyes.

Dont ask me

Cause I dont know

Why.

I gaze into the dark,

Beautiful sky.

Then I gently whisper,

Goodbye.

As I fly away,

From this

Lied fulfilled

World.

Where’s the book

That guides

You through life?

Too late now,

Cause i’m not

Alive.

Besides its

Already difficult

To survive.

In a unhappy universe,

That strives

For a jubilant

Future.

It’s like earth,

Is just a duplicate,

Of Lucifer;

Better suture,

Your soul.

Because Satan has a dream,

Just like Martin Luther.

I slay these demons

With my crucifer.

Then I bomb everything,

With a Nuclear

Shooter.

They explode like Left 4 Dead,

Boomer.

Taha, I'm a loser.

It isn't hard to tell,

I came here to raise hell,

And I don’t need anyones help.

Sometimes I get visions that,

I’ll buy a shotgun,

And some shells.

Put it in my mouth,

Yell “Farewell.”

Then let it propel,

Through my bone cell.

I’m only waiting,

For the school bell.

I really doubted myself,

I never thought I could,

Rhyme so swell.

Come a little closer,

So I can,

Push you down a well.

You frown as you fell,

My consequence is that,

I end up in jail,

Lucky for me, I escape,

A.K.A bail.