(2014)
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No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
Tommy glee sure loved his tree, They watched the sense together fa… Then came a time in mid October, Where the wind blew so hard his tr… It survived the storms but what to…
His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
If I was a ghost for a day There’s so much I would do Like fill the sinks with orange ju… And take everyone’s left shoe Id paint pink polka dots
A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous
A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…
Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…
I climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice
I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder
There once was a kid who balanced… on roofs, wires, and rocks he decided to raise the risks in a… where he would balance on top of a crock