Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but I do, however, own this poem. Do not take without permission.
Dedicated to Ghosthelwig, for getting me to write. Also, for my current EE&E addiction. I LOVE YOU!
Wishful Thinking
I wish I could be smarter.
I wish I could have fun.
I wish I could find penance for all the stupid things I've done.
These thoughts they taunt me longer;
The sticky notes still fresh.
The yellow colors taunt me.
Mocking, for everyone to see.
And this is the reason my mind is unrest.
It's always 'Edward, do your chores.'
Or 'Edward, be the best.'
Sometimes I wonder if they are a kind of test.
Just another reason they wish I wasn't theirs.
So, I hide under my sock cap.
I try to face the world.
Try to face the pain I know will definitely unfurl.
You may think me pessimistic or, as Eddy says, a sap.
But, I have grown so used to pain.
What happiness can there ever be?
Filth and disappointment is all I ever see.
So, I enter the cul-de-sac, ignoring the impending rain.
Wishing just to be alone to drain away the tears.
But, my wish goes unfulfilled as I hear the words 'Sock head.'
And I as turn around to see my friends Eddy and Ed,
I never felt so grateful in many, many years.
Eddy, smilingly devilishly, with ideas for a scam.
Ed, just grinning dumbly, looking far from bored.
It didn't take me long to realize that this was my reward.
I know these are my true friends who accept me for what I am.
We have no obligations to fulfill.
No rules or sticky notes on hand.
Somewhere out of earshot from all our of parents' demands.
Despite my happiness, I know wishes plague me still.
I still wish I could be smarter.
Be able to let go and have some fun.
I still am seeking penance for the stupid things I've done.
But, now the thoughts are no longer;
As I follow close to Eddy.
My happiness and freedom is ensured.
Because, through all the pain I've endured.
I'll still be Double-D.
Notes: I didn't like this poem too much at first, but I'd figure I'd post it and see what people thought of it. It's in a different poetic prose than what I'm used to, but I think it's alright. I may add more poems from different perspective. One's already in the works of Ed's perspective that will be dedicated to Dart. Anyway, be polite and review…or something.
Dedicated to Ghosthelwig, for getting me to write. Also, for my current EE&E addiction. I LOVE YOU!
Wishful Thinking
I wish I could be smarter.
I wish I could have fun.
I wish I could find penance for all the stupid things I've done.
These thoughts they taunt me longer;
The sticky notes still fresh.
The yellow colors taunt me.
Mocking, for everyone to see.
And this is the reason my mind is unrest.
It's always 'Edward, do your chores.'
Or 'Edward, be the best.'
Sometimes I wonder if they are a kind of test.
Just another reason they wish I wasn't theirs.
So, I hide under my sock cap.
I try to face the world.
Try to face the pain I know will definitely unfurl.
You may think me pessimistic or, as Eddy says, a sap.
But, I have grown so used to pain.
What happiness can there ever be?
Filth and disappointment is all I ever see.
So, I enter the cul-de-sac, ignoring the impending rain.
Wishing just to be alone to drain away the tears.
But, my wish goes unfulfilled as I hear the words 'Sock head.'
And I as turn around to see my friends Eddy and Ed,
I never felt so grateful in many, many years.
Eddy, smilingly devilishly, with ideas for a scam.
Ed, just grinning dumbly, looking far from bored.
It didn't take me long to realize that this was my reward.
I know these are my true friends who accept me for what I am.
We have no obligations to fulfill.
No rules or sticky notes on hand.
Somewhere out of earshot from all our of parents' demands.
Despite my happiness, I know wishes plague me still.
I still wish I could be smarter.
Be able to let go and have some fun.
I still am seeking penance for the stupid things I've done.
But, now the thoughts are no longer;
As I follow close to Eddy.
My happiness and freedom is ensured.
Because, through all the pain I've endured.
I'll still be Double-D.
Notes: I didn't like this poem too much at first, but I'd figure I'd post it and see what people thought of it. It's in a different poetic prose than what I'm used to, but I think it's alright. I may add more poems from different perspective. One's already in the works of Ed's perspective that will be dedicated to Dart. Anyway, be polite and review…or something.