Forget it
You must be kidding!
My mom is calling me!
Hack hack, I’m dying.
I’m doing my homework…
My brain fell out my ear!
I broke my leg.
I’M SCARED!!!
The monster blew his nose in it!
It is not my turn.
Time’s up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?
By K.C.
A computer is a tool.
Not for wasting time.
A car is a tool.
Not for drifting the mind.
A brick is a tool.
Not used as a toy.
Everything can be a tool,
When it has the time.
DM
Let it take you away.
Let it soothe your mind.
Let it soak through your mind.
Let it take you away to a place like no other.
Let it calm you.
Let it make you cry.
Let it fill you with emotion you have never felt before.
Let it make you feel like you never have before.
Let it bring upon feelings.
Let yourself not know why.
Let it think of things in a different perspective.
Let it take you away.
Music.
~P.S.
You see a cloud and you think is it a bear, a chair, maybe even underwear
Who knows, only the clouds know who they want to be.
You stare up in the sky and wonder, if I ever lay down on a cloud I will fall asleep in a flash. Wake up feeling refreshed you might just try it again.
If you stare at a rain cloud you could see it mad trying to get everybody in a hurry wet, soaking wet. He doesn’t stop until he’s done. Or maybe you see a sun setting cloud waiting to fall asleep. On a summer day you see a lonely cloud and none of his buddies in site. Or a big happy white cloud just floating in the sky. You wonder who the clouds are but who knows, only the clouds know who they want to be.
N.F.
She simply stole my breath from me
maybe that is the key
every word she ever said
shes the one for me
SJ
My throat feels like its being stolen away,
Limb by Limb.
My mind is being eaten by negative thoughts,
Crunching my hopes and dreams.
Galvanizing stories fill my head.
It won’t stop.
Agonizing pain and torture.
Is it a throe?
No.
It wants me to tell this story.
Story of one,
One who is desolate and frivolous.
Her lack of amorousness,
She isn’t loquacious.
So, how do I know this if one is not talkative.
They scream “Tell!”
She walks with convulsion in her head,
Save her!
Save her from her paroxysm!
She pushes and shoves,
Fights though she is losing.
She screams with privation,
Yet no one helps.
Why does she fight,
Though she knows that no one cares?
Her mouth,
Her legs,
Her arms,
Her neck,
Her whole body
Is shot to the ground.
Tears of sympathy fall on her.
“What have I become?”
She curls up,
Giving in to the tenebrific day.
Her darkest hour has come.
The Guillotine,
The decapitation weapon,
Has come.
Her body shivers and shakes by the cold water,
Not fear.
“What else should I do?”
She asks.
She cries with mercy,
But the weapon of death is not convinced.
Her saccharine ways drench her face,
Covering the ground.
Weapon bends,
Waiting for last words.
“Leave me or shall my silhouette haunt you.”
The Guillotine nods and vanishes.
Crawling with agony,
She reaches home and regrets.
“What have I done?
Shall I ever recover?”
Month later
Her mind…
Her body…
Is all well.
She has suffered and survived,
It’s not over though.
My stories are not finished.
They feed off of me.
Save me like they did her!
I shall,
I will,
Give in to this new temptation.
T.M.I
Clowns
super freaky
just like IT
Outsmart them and
RUN AWAY!!!
Just think of the choices you have.
Your choice to change,
To live,
to have joy.
Your choices are important,
They govern your life,
You can’t always go back.
If you think before you choose,
You can do well,
You can have joy.
So think before you act,
It’s just your first choice.
DM
As the world turns
And the sky grows bright,
As the birds start to take flight,
The world groans with satisfaction,
As everybody starts to take action.
The sky grows dark,
The air grows chill,
Every living thing grows still.
DM
Poetry is satisfaction.
Poetry takes plenty of action.
Poetry is not just rhymes,
Poetry is full of lines.
Poetry fits together,
Just like a bird and a feather.
Poetry can be so nice,
You just need to read it twice.
DM