Mailbox.
You are green.
When people walk by, you are seen.
I remember when you held a wasps nest.
I went to get a package from amazon.com and I was stung in the calf.
I went in the garage and found a bottle of ant spray.
I sprayed the **** out of you.
You all died
R.I.P Isaiah's mailbox's Wasps

Today i wore my fancy white shirt.
Because all my other shirts were *****.
I sat at home all day.
While wearing the fancy shirt.
I made myself a pizza.
While wearing the fancy shirt.
I didn't bite hard enough and all the cheese came off and fell on my chest.
While i was wearing my fancy shirt.
I tried to wash the shirt.
While i was wearing no shirt.
After an hour of waiting.
The shirt was still ruined.
Now i'm ******

Hotel maids.
They worry me.
I hope someone would agree.
They could steal my stuff.
And they give me cheap soap that make my skin rough.
I like to use the little notepads to write them creepy notes.
I wish they would clean the blankets because they sometimes smell like goats.
It ****** me off when they knock on your door.
***** its 7 in the morning.

My phone is blue.
My phone is an oval.
My phone is lame.
There's not one game.
Its honestly a shame.
And who is to blame?
Verizon's 30 dollar per month data costs.
Ill see you in hell verizon.

Brian is a boy.
Brian is easy to enjoy.
Brian is short.
Brian is better then a resort.
Brian is smart.
Brian has a heart
Brian is shy.
Brian is a sweety pie.
Brian is underrated.
But at least he is not hated.
Brian most importantly,
Is my best friend.

Just as waves pass through,
My mind races of you
Third eye open
So my deepest dreams came true
Anew are they now
And still just a few
Things I need to keep
And I find them in my sleep
A dark haze is all I can gaze
When blazed the forest seems to end phase
Shifts from a daze to confusion
Or a craze, what happens when fusion
Of two hearts take place
Now I'm back here in this race
Driving on the Interstate, trying to prove
That this new state we created
Is something not to lose
A bruise or two shall surely
Make waves out of ripples
But ******* happens purely
For reasons, none but learning
I'm earning back the empathy
Feeling the telepathy, heart beats in clarity
The charity you gave me was clearly in the way
But you held true, like the pacific being blue
And you held me like a hugger holding trees
Even three blind mice could see your love for me
And they could judge me for churning our to be
To be we still shall, a gal of name Lovely,
And lovely she remains
Even after all the pain
She refrains from judgement or disdain
And the truth be known still
Our journey up this hill
A mountain with a view
So long as I climb it with **you

All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth—
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye
Like perfumes go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain the ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

That book on my shelf.
The one you can't see?
Its full of thoughts.
Full of words.
Every entry written to you.
Nothing important,
Nothing said.