(2012)
Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click
I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.
First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second
Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river
Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...
The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go
The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none
I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down
It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it
A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air
Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.
Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?
Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else
Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps
Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair