Live, Love, Laugh.
I *****.
Please spare me. I am begging.
But it is too late.
I get more of these quotes shoved down my throat.
I ***** once more.

"Ahhh I scream, what is wrong with you?"
"Don't run around I didn't raise you like that!"
"Have these pills!"
"**** you, why are you not like the normal kids..."

"Am I really that weird?"
"Drugged beyond recognition"
"Head as heavy as the weight of himalaya"
"Drowned in medication"

"Always nice too meet you, I am James"
"Do they accept the true me?"  
"I am fine. How are you doing?"
*"Don't show them. Do drugs"

"Happy Birthday"** I write on your facebook wall. Not knowing who you are.

I am a inner demon hunter.
Hunting my inner demons.
But I am a sinner.
So there is a lot of demons to hunt.
I will never become unemployed.

This is a good business.

I wonder if God writes poetry
and if the poetry of God is us.
A human being as a poem
some a longer than others
some with deeper meanings
some are fun and some are sad.
And if I was a poem by God
what poem would I be?
Probably a simple haiku
with a pinch of ADHD

I ate some bad food
Now everything is flowing out me.
I write this from my safe haven.
Just beside my thought accelerator.
Aka. My shower.

I am not a love poem.
But I am a liar.
I love you!

I am always awake for Cheesecake.
Always ready for spaghetti.
Always in the mood for food.

CAPS LOCK IS BROKEN.
I DON'T CARE.
I AM WRITING POETRY.
WHILE SOUNDING VERY ANGRY.

I am not short, I am not small
I am perfect I tell myself
while wishing I was one feet
taller.

When I was a child
My dad would build me a train
I blue one
I lost it
I cried I was afraid
My dad would be angry
So one day he asked why he never saw me
Play with the train.
I told him I didn't liked it.
I could see the pain.
In his eyes.

I regret those words now. I really do.

I look upon the skies
I feel the wind, the grass beneath my feet
I breath I live, I wonder
I hear the screams.
"Look out!"
"But I am blind" I whisper.
And then I get hit by a truck.

Body

I am not human
I am an animal
I am more beast than man
To tell you the truth
I am a cat
Walking across the keyboard
But cat can be poets too
I write the poems with my paws
Spinning the words
Across the screen
Wishing that I was
A human.
meow.