(2012)
A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air
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?
Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown
It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it
Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click
A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop
Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window
Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps
The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none
Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else
Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river
The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go
Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.
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