Battle Piece

One, two, three, four.
I am a bad sophomore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Battle starts and ends really late.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
Yoni just fell off his shelf.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,
E-Lims just ate a giant big bean.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
Sophomores just lost by plenty. :'(

Sonnet of Tigers and Dinner

Wacky Wednesday video’s galore.
I look around the room in fear.
Glance to the left, right; the room is a bore.
So very happy that I shed a tear.
Eeney meeny miney mo.
I see a cuddly baby tiger.
I caught this tiger by the toe.
And took it home and shoved it in the fire.
With a knife, I skin the little cub,
Picking eyeballs and internal organs.
Into the trash to be recycled with love,
I put on my purple cardigan.
The guests come into the dining room;
“Let’s eat!” they say, as they smell the fumes.

Random Poem

Every tear; a lesson learned.
Every tear dropped; forgotten.
Every good time golden,
Every second; cherished.

Me & My Wet P.J.'$

Scolded by the steaming water,
I have awaken.
I have not put on clothes,
Nor removed them.
I have showered in Pajamas.

I arrive at my door
Dripping wet.
I ready for school.


Mix and match
My broken patch
Ripped pants and shorts
My shirt is bored.
Bored of lying in this bed,
So I get up and lift my head

Pieces, Parts, and Open Hearts

My eyes closed tightly,
I’m marching blindly;
Pretending that everything is fine.

With eyes wide open;
Fire and families.
Tell me when, where, and how.

Close my eyes again
And imagine tranquil scenery.
The sirens ring
And shatter my broken dream.

Pieces, parts, and open hearts
Spilled out onto the empty floor.
Ripped open by my broken dreams.

We’ve come to face reality;
Shit happens.
But keep your head held high.
Not today, not yesterday, and not tomorrow.
We were born to lead.

Father.

Father
Day after day
You come home as the sun goes to sleep.
You’re wondering why the lights are off;
You look at the clock,
It’s pretty damn late.

You walk to the dogs,
And kiss them goodnight.
You walk into your room
To let out a sigh.
You let out a sigh of disbelief.
You’re thinking why,
Why is life so hard on me?

You take off your boots,
Walk into my room.
You call out my name with no response.
I am sleeping, but I can sense your presence.
Wake up, you fool.

He leaves as he lets out a little cry.

I thought to myself,
Sometimes all you need
Is someone to tell you
Three simple words
That everyone struggles to speak
But it’s so easy to take in;
I love you.

I heard the footsteps become louder as he made his way back to my room.
He opened the door and said, “I love you.”
I smiled.

Moving Forward

At least I’m moving forward.
To my destination? It’s unknown.
But to get away from you, I will move onward.

Moving through the ruff of the course,
The grass is statuesque and overgrown.
At least I’m moving forward.

With my head held high, I move toward
The singing darkness where I’m all alone.
A nightmare that is aged and effortlessly abhorred.

To extinguish that glare in her eyes
From this brain of which is my own.
At least I’m moving forward.

Tongue tied and pinned down by my old ladies sword
Closer to death than I’ve ever been blown
What once was a sharp blade transformed into a gourd.

So you can just disappear
To your destination? It’s unknown.
At least I’m moving forward
To the mountaintops where I have once soared.

Sports Day

Some might call our sport “gay”
But we like to run it anyway.
Short shorts, spandex, and paper-thin shoes
Running to run whatever you choose.
Jumping and sprinting through the deadly water-pit
Frozen areas; you throw a fit.

Yes, we run miles a day,
Some people call us crazy in dismay.
A loving team is what we can be
So close to each other, like family.
No putting us down, we come to win.
Winning first place by a hair or a pin.

We are the ones;
We are the strong.
There’s nothing left to live for
And nothing left to lose.