(2012)
Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click
I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down
A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air
Running fast On the bare terrain Might be your last So enjoy the strain Predator is last
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
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...
Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window
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.
Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?
First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second
Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps
Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still
Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else
The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none
The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go