Magic

dancing down the middle of the road at night
spinning under the stars
staring at the waves slowly creeping in
jumping into a puddle or two
a warm breeze flowing through your fingers
dirt beneath your feet
the sound of june bugs
the smell of all the flowers of the world combined
the feeling of grass between your toes
the cold chill of water
a clap of thunder and a flash of white light
warm rain after a hot day
unbinding your hair
summer
what makes these so magical?

I Am the Fault I See In Everyone Else

I am perfect.
I am who I want to be.
I am the creation of my own design.
I am me.

3/25/2011

I apologize for grammar/puncuation/spelling/rhyming


Don't Mind Me
there were letters all along
not sent
but rather
saved in song
praise of one another's care
not sent but kept (too much to share)
filled with many of the same things
stories of sketches and rocks and strings
a mirror of work
in each's collection
not letting on that they shared affection
neither had cheated, but some did assume
it's hard to believe a love thats so true.

yet the connection has passed, the feeling won't change
their hearts still beat with a tinge of a pang
one who is strong, the other is weak
on the outside, the strong is the one who looks meak
it's none of my buisness, but this i suggest:
if quitting wont work, then give it a test.
if the test wont work then just let it be;
move on or move to a common city

Pokemon in REAL LIFE

Oddish

Blastoise

Meowth

3/11/2011

Strange Change

Fascade of smiles crumbles down

What has changed? What has been found?

Nothing’s changed, no nothing’s new

No more strength to push on through.

Nothing’s sad, but why keep laughing?

No more acts so why keep clapping?

The person that you the thought you knew

The one right in front of you

Did something you never thought she’d do

Something’s different, here’s a clue

She’s just changed her point of view

Love Me

I want a boy to tell me

I’m beautiful

I already know I am, although

On some days I’d disagree with that statement

But even on those days

If someone were to try to convince me

I could be persuaded

Especially if that someone

Were cute

And smiled at me

When I least expected it.

Instant Tan

The tan’s not real

It doesn’t feel

The same as sun baked skin.

The glow looks natural

I’d rather have actual

Sun rays seeping in.

A citrusy smell

They copy it well

But it’s not the same as the sand.

Keep your sun in a bottle

Heck I’d rather waddle

With sunburn than get a fake tan.

3/9/2011

YOU CANT DANCE

            But I Can Write

These words keep dancing

Out of my brain

On the inside of my skull

Then filter through my ear

Like

Ants exiting an ant hill

Then march down my arm,

Pausing to tickle my elbow

Then take giant leaps across my wrist

As deer leap in fields

And exert a force on my fingers

That makes me write them down.

They don’t care that they aren’t graceful dancers.

They do it anyway.

Inventory

A painting from a roman vendor

A Darth Vador mask

Red nail polish

Balloon animal instruction book

A stool created in woodshop without instructions

A book of poetry

A box with thread

2010’s senior pictures and open house invitations

an Archie comic book

a red purse

a yellow plastic duck

a beaded journal

2 different yellow nail polishes

a peacock feather

a tea cup from a Canadian

45’s and 78’s

an autographed rock

mini squirt gun

various amateur art

venetian mask

a blue cartoon stuffed mouse

running shoes

fedora

lady’s gloves

record player

bouncy ball

dry erase marker

jacket

2 photography books

valentine’s card

plaid belt

urban dictionary

transformers backpack

pocket knife

Calvin and Hobbes

Tacky sweaters

Pretty dresses

Magnifying glass

Giant pencil

Perfumed pottery from Orvieto

Retainer

Popped bubble wrap

Breakfast at Tiffany’s poster

Playbills

A girl.

The Extras

Pay attention to the supporting characters

Forget about the lead

He gets all the attention

He could ever need

Take a look at the one in the back

Not important at all

Look how well they fit their part

Right there, his name is Paul.

We see Paul as he walks by

Wishing he was the lead

A tear in his eye

But he doesn’t cry

Hardly noticed amidst the stampede

But if he weren’t there

Where else would we stare?

After watching the movie five times?

He added so much

With that tear of a touch

At the value of a dozen for dimes.

Haiku Day!!!

Jealousy

I am quite jealous

Of people who can write

Awesome poetry

Pride

Boyne city ramblers

Are forever red and blue

Like the beating heart

Of course you haven’t

Have you seen my dog?

My dog is better than yours

It’s invisible

Selfish

Have you ever thought

That maybe the world isn’t

All about yourself?

Brain waves

One complete cycle

My brain is frequently washed

And no one touched it

Vocabulary

Is hard for me to expand

It sounds impressive

First impression

I hope you like me

Although I am not so sure

That I like myself

Autophobia

I am so normal

That I am afraid of it

That’s fine, it’s normal

What?

Hey look over there

Where do you want me to look?

Over there that duck

Pass

I have given up

There is no way this is art

My poems must be ‘wrong’

Art is

Taking useless things

And making it beautiful

But it’s still useless

2-22-2011

Inside and Out

On the outside

She is messy, unorganized

Her clothes don’t fit

And they never look right.

She hardly ever wears make-up

Unless she’s feeling especially unattractive.

She likes to play with action figures

Children’s’ toys

She climbs trees

She bites her nails

Her shoes are worn out

Her hair’s too long

With split ends

She walks into screen doors

Forgets what she’s looking for

She picks her nose

And flicks her boogers

She rarely brushes her teeth

Let alone floss

Yet she has a boyfriend

I don’t understand that

But on the inside

She shuns her evil thoughts

Even though they are her own

She feels that reading a book

Is like drinking sweet sun tea

As the smooth words

Trickle down her digestive track

She notices things that others don’t

Wants to be different

Wants to be liked

Wants people to know how special she is

Without being famous

She fears the future

Relishes the present

And hardly remembers the past

She hates the idea of the world

Turning into computer screens

She misses the time when people were nomadic

She never had a hero

Because she always discovered

They were real people

2-21-2011

Havent posted in a while so i thought i'd post a billion (or less). Most of them are ancient. Some new ones though:)

Who Turned the Lights Off?

I’m writing this in the dark

With my eyes closed,

Literally and figuratively

I suppose.

I wish I had never introduced

You to her

You two are perfect.

You’re into her.

So into her that you don’t see

Me.

Because I’m in the dark

Tea

Give me power

Keep me warm

Encourage me

To break the norm

Force my eyes

Open wide

Help me spill

What’s inside

lost

A little

Boy named

Tom lost his

Balloon.

Can

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Wind

Walk the dog, Rake the leaves

And I’ll cool you with my breeze.

Pitch the tent, help it grow,

I’ll knock it down with one strong blow.

Climb the tree at break of dawn

Feel it shake with gentle yawn

Lay in grass with calming hush

I’ll bend the blades as bye I rush.

Watch the car go speeding past

Feel me chase it with a blast

The nothing with you all around,

When it moves it makes no sound

But upon when glancing ear

Then is when one can hear

Most gentle whisper ever heard

Upon the wings of flapping bird

The thing that makes the waves crash down

Upon the shore, an easing sound

Such soft power solely found

Within the wind to which I’m bound

flight

I’d love to fly

But how can I?

In a cage

I’ve been here

Twelve years

Learning

In a cage

I see the outside

Through the thin wires,

The latch is open

I don’t dare move

Soon a hand will come and push me out

I’ll wait until then

How can I possibly leave?

I’ve known no other place

They want me to be free

I’m fine here

In my cage

It’s the distance that broke them

I could slice with skates or toss a dart

But they could never pierce your heart

Its frozen cold

Or so I’m told

By my friend you tore apart

(insert date)

I Hate the Dentist

I want a waffle so bad

With ice cream on top

I have a dentist appointment

And so I cannot

Haikus about Nuns

A Bad Habit

I like my habit

I like my samurai sword

I like my nun-chucks

Holy Water

Have you ever seen

A nun swimming in a lake?

No. nuns swim in pools

English Nuns

Writing nun haikus

Is harder than I had thought.

I will quit right now.

Spot the Difference-Art

There are 7 differences. Find them all!

Messing around in photoshop again!
Click on the picture to enlarge.

Ps the original painting is on the right and I got it from here http://smarthistory.org/giotto_epiphany.html

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

How Swine Flu Stole Halloween

I made this back in 2009 when there was that rumor of Halloween being canceled due to the Swine Flu.

Just a couple poems

THE ZUNIFER TREE

The zunifer leaves hung dead in the trees

As the valors ka-lopped and klipped bye

The old man rode in his karflup so old

And winked with his left and right eye

“You zunuffles,” he said “don’t need to hang dead.

Stiff up! Get some spiffy zan-zoe!”

The zunifer hung dead above the man’s head

And the valors knew not where to go

“Come on gorgeous tree, just show us some glee!”

Said the man, now hollow and blue.

“It won’t be that bad, just don’t look so sad!”

As his whurrimor wrinkles grew.

“Come along now valors, out into that forest

Where the happier zunif trees grow”

They kalumphered away toward the trees that were gay

The sad zunif was left all alone.

i can read your book like a face

I can read your book like a face;

It’s only as deep as your skin.

You have more wrinkles than pages,

So when do you plan to begin?

I can read your book like a face.

I can hold it inside my eye.

You look more like Barbie than Mother Therese,

And Barbie was never alive.

I can read your book like a face.

My fingertips feel you are weak.

There’s hardly a word that is strong;

Your lips only utter a squeak.

So tell me; why should I read

An inconsequential book about you?

Go out and do something meaningful!

Write a story more marvelous to view.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

I used my spectacular Photoshop skills again.

More Poems!

Life of me

I swing silently on my porch swing

The air is a moist warm calm

If only I could make a guitar twing

And sing with the wisdom of a psalm

Then fingers could sing the song on my mind

To the rhythm of the swing’s sweet rock

I’d sing anything to help me unwind

The sun could be my clock

However, the strings are out of tune

And the sun doesn’t set till ten

So instead I’ll get up and go to my room

And attempt to clean it again.

Love Fogs the Mind

Love fogs the mind

As a dirty river displays its silt in the delta

The thin layers slowly rest on the earth

Seeping into the grooves and crannies

Until it is coated

Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate

Deliciously irresistible

Yet too much would take away the flavor

Life Choices

For a job what do you do?

            I play the monkey at the local zoo.

What college do you plan to attend?

            College? Oh. You mean ‘where are my friends?’

What profession do you plan to pursue?

            The oldest profession of course. And you?

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I am the speck upon your wall

Am I a bug? No not at all

A tiny black against the white

I do not move, but though I might

Have crawled around in a past life

Of a bug before the might

Of the thumb that came that night

It squashed me after I’d crawled ‘round

On the wall and on the ground

To finally stop here where I’m found

By larger eye so huge and round

A ball with black against the white

In the small and dimming light

It moves and speculates its sight

Of the speck upon the wall

‘It is a bug, after all.’

College Applications

You’ve been here before

You’ve made it through

I need you to guide me

To tell me what to do

There isn’t a sense of determination in your eyes

All they show is worry free

And that’s hard to disguise

This stuff is important

I’m trying to understand

All this pressure and this stress

Is more than I can stand.

‘What will you be when you grow up?’

How can anyone know?
Are you meant for greatness,

or just an average Joe?

Chance Encounter

When someone stops to look at you

And you start looking back

You crack a smile, they do too,

What comes after that?

One would thing a nice 'Hello'

Would break the awkward calm

You start to speak and then oh no

Your phone shakes in your palm

Answer it or speak the word?

Darn the gazing’s stopped.

Soon a shy 'Hello' is heard

The magic feeling flopped

You walk away from said stranger

In the strangest mood

Your heart has lifted and yet graver

Having been removed

From the situation mentioned

A few lines before

Entering your mind, the question

Could there have been more?



When You’re Sad

Like a parasite

I cling to your emotions

I feed off your negative energy

Then regurgitate it as happy solutions

When you’re happy

I can’t stand it

I can’t be with you

It’s a good thing this rarely happens

When you’re sad

I can help you

I make you feel better

But only so I can feel better about myself

Do you need a hug?

Give me a call

Something exciting?

Talk to a wall

It should care more than I ever could

I love you

But only when you’re sad

Failed Poetry

Is this poetry?

I’m confused

Whether this is poetry

Or not

I think I just like the

Awkward

Pauses

When it’s read

If not then it still gets my point across

I Took and Edited This Picture!

Spiral Escape

La La La La More Poems

Writers Block

I need someone to write about

For my formulated thoughts to come out

Someone I care for

And will always be there for

Someone I can write fond memories of

Or exciting adventures, that would be enough

To have me select them to be my muse

And that is when I thought of who?

I thought of you

That won’t do.

True Friend

Thank you for supporting me

No matter that you lied

Yes I know you’ve made mistakes

The point is that you tried

You were always there for me

Even though I’d hide

Always there to make me laugh

And yet still I cried

No matter how I pushed away

You stayed right by my side

I promise friendship for forever

Never say goodbye

Rhyme

Forcing myself to think

To put together words to create a rhyme

Never thought of before

What a bore

To let my mind be free

To wander about,

To sing to a tree

That’s for me

Marred

This time I’ve gone too far

I’ve damaged my appearance

Mutilated one of the most useful parts of me

Literally tore myself apart

Inflicted pain for the sake of satisfaction

It began as an imperfection

Then grew to an obsession

It is now

Ragged

Tattered

Chipped

Scraggy

I used my teeth to maul myself

Hey Look! Chinchilla Hybrids!

Chinchino

Chinchonkey

C-Rex

Chinchow



Just to Start, Here's Some Poems

Wasting Time

Pen clicks

Clock ticks

The less you say

The more you miss

Grapes!

Wild grapes are often sour

Do not eat them in the shower

Or at any other time

Look at that another rhyme

Food

I like food.

Food is good.

Food feeds me,

Like food should.

Empty

Empty person broke in half

More shocking is the aftermath

Walked around, an open case

A shallow man without a face

Snow

Snowflakes falling, tumbling down,

Catching nose and eyes

One flutters to the lips, the tongue

A smile starts to rise

Spin around, little one

Feel the winter’s dew

Angels dance upon the ground

The world appears brand new

Creative mind

I spook my psyche with my impulsions.

Beware! I might snap free!

 Let the spiders through my ears.

Their legs become the key.

They spring the lock without a knock

And hatch themselves a grin.

Their evil sneers then turn the gears.

The spirit wakes within.

Is this the door long awaited for,

The one that’s now ajar?

Does one suppose it should stay closed,

Shut and sealed with tar?

I do ponder what is yonder

Held within that room.

Will it lead to a great deed,

Or lead me to a tomb?

With a flick of the switch the spiders ditch,

And leave the hole they entered.

They abandon their home for somewhere to roam,

Like a landlord released by a renter.

Haiku 1

This is a haiku

I hope you like it a lot

I don’t think I do

Sucky Haiku

Who is that person?

It is not a he or she

It is a being

Horrible

Horrible haikus

Are easy for me to write

It’s just syllables