There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you
Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Connie L. and Billy Bright Always kept me up at night Had a love that never sleeps Wore their hearts out on their sle… Everything they felt inside
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
