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Gospel Chattin
(collaboration between amber and I)
mustache
mustaches
mustachios
postachios
morphomaniacs
artifier
improvies me, superviser
onomatopoeia
bouganvillea monkeys
sitting on a...
loving cup
Labor Day
ouch
internalize me, sythesizer
shrink wrap
shrinking me
Art
the white fence is cloing me in
clausterphobia, i need breath!
this letter, i need to send!
this prision will see my death.
Vans
the kids enjoy thier fun while they can,
ignoring the warning of the mysterious white van.
they hear about its sweet treats
running to it, they're forced into seats
they were tied firmly to the chair
and told they better not go anywhere
trembling and scared, trying to be brave;
they pray aloud, hoping to be saved
Red, White and Blue VS! Red, Orange and Yellow
The pledge to our country
is completely unnecassary.
I get bored and stare at the tree
with the bright colored canary.
A Day In The Life Of a Satire
I'm so alone.
in my black trench coat.
my eyeliner can never get dark enough to black out the world around me.
so i sit and draw
these foriegn figures.
who look so unhappy:
their mouths a frown;
their eyes slanted.
I love them.
They can't love me.
no one can.
Skinny puppy.
Ode to Brown
Something I should share:
curly, red hair
a tie everyday
knew just what to say,
always asking "why!?"
nothing else to try.
told a funny joke,
now he's going broke.
Pirates vs Ninjas
The question is asked often
of who would win between the two -
peg legs, eye patches, parrots
or
skillfull kicks, black suits and ninja stars
clearly here
the ninja seems superior.
but how will we know?
ever?
a rumble.
of pirates
and ninjas.
fighting.
Knowledge Comes With Age
The art of growing up;
reading, recess, and report cards;
guidance, grass stains, and grades.
It'll all slip away soon,
like a caterpillar into its cocoon.
And we won't have anyone to thank
when we sit on Pearl Harbor's bank
with our feet in the water
and imagine how it must've been when those aircraft carries sank.
while we compare the present and the past
and talk about how childhood went by much too fast,
I'm thinking I'm happy just to be alive
and I'm glad that my grandpa survived.
Unicycles are no match
Nothing can top the mysterious creature that is
In every fantasy movie.
Could this be the end of them?
Only they know,
Rolling around in the mud
Not hurting anyone
Someone should write them a poem.