i am

birds chirping as the strawberry pink sunrise appears
i get in the black audi sitting sitting in my driveway
look in the mirror and reverse
creating a triangle between the road, the driveway, and the car
onto #11 hwy
its infinite
going on forever
driving crazy like a fox
i pull over to smell the sweet hyacin
quite nice
i walk back to my car and wonder what they would look like a dark cherry colour

MY manifesto

the poems must be based on a true story
day after day I act in a way I can write about
even about that day I went to the old quarry
this is when the truth can come out

I write it and read it for my sister
she always read me stories as a child
I said "tell me a story before I go to bed mister"
jumping up and down going wild

waking up in the middle of the night
sitting in my dining room
thinking with all my might
silence in the air, not even playing a tune

a place where capitals are dismissed
I own the pen, I am the commander of this ship
frantically thoughts run through my mind in a list
heck let loose, make a story and go skinny dip

typical sunday afternoon

give me back my controller
a punch to the air
this kind of behaviour was simply bipolar
we all just need to learn to share

a charge at my standing body with all her force
tackled hard to the ground
as if she were a trojan horse
my limbs feel unsound

rolling back and forth shes on top restricting me
i spit up in the air
it came back down like the mediterranean sea
i always lose even when i don't play fair

she presses 'A' to start
and now she goes around the track playing super mario cart

rainbow cupcakes

few thought of the two as bakers
there were many who thought they could be the cupcake law makers
they mixed all the colours creating beautiful layers
as they put them in the oven everyone said their prayers
surprised as can be everyone ended up to be takers

CHOCOLATE

Cherish the warm sensation
Holding onto your throat as you try to swallow
Only
Chocolate can make you feel this way
Old and new taste the same
Later I will feel the sugar creep up on me
As I shove piece after piece of
Tasty
Egg in my mouth

Hamburg

hamburger bun,
hamburger bun,
where have you come from?

when you fall we will all have to run,
hopefully we will not step on any gum,

how did you end up on the ceiling?
It's not very appealing.

Atrium

Gross,
the floors,
the steps,
permanently covered with residue from previous,
days,
weeks,
years,
lunches, bodily fluid, and mysterious beings,
a cold waiting to happen,
when you sit the steps will consume you,
they will swallow you whole,
it is the beginning of the end

ALIEN POETRY

Ignoring her for his selfish attitude once again,
he's addicted,
he needs his fix,
laughing, looking around,
it's between friends,
but not her.

housewives reality t.v

so silly to watch
all of the crazy drama
that gets worse and worse