Trying to write a poem with nothing to say
Hoping inspiration comes my way
Nope
Not yet
There is nothing,
I'll bet
But I force it to come
And be ** hum
Because ** hum is
Relatable
I could write about anything
Most of us know, but
Who hasn't hoed
A couple of hums
Typing hums out
On the tips of their thumbs?

Sometimes being corny can work
Sometimes it cannot
But corny is undeniable
And inexplicable
Known when it's seen
Without so much as a mugshot

I'm not ready to talk
Just yet
Still so angry
Wishing we'd never met
One day
Some day
I may be able to forget
Or at least forgive
But it ain't that day yet

You are the pop up ad that has a
Teeny weeny
Wanna be unseeny
Microscopic X
Right next to the
HUGE
Buy now
Button
And now you’re tryna charge me
Extra
For opting out

Mister
Your creepy dog is a crotch sniffer
I prefer you keep him on a leash
Safely out of my ******’s reach

How do you know me
Without knowing me?
But you speak about me
In your poetry
Clearly you be
Some magic genie
With a third eye to see
What’s inside of me

It was over before it began
Clearly not part of the plan
But the way it is
Is the way it will be
I won't blame you
If you don't blame me

You know when you get the perfect boogar
Long and wet
Pulling it through
Tickles your nose to your brain
That's you
Until I realize there's a huge issue
Because I don't have access to a tissue
Yeah, it felt great at first
But figuring where to wipe you off is
The worst.

I've been talking to the masked bandit
And I think he's the one who
Is having trouble handling it

Dear hater
Stalking the front page
Downvoting every compliment
There must be a better outlet for your rage
Than an obsessed, anonymous
Wanna be sage
With terrible taste
Take a walk
Or something
You creep
I'd suggest you to get a pet
But you're clearly not ready to care for
Living things, yet

Mister
I'm not sure how you don't
Appreciate
The wonderful wacky
Being that is me
I suppose I could try harder
But it's not my fault that
You can't see

You're too mysterious
For my own good
But I'm like a cat
I like to play with my food

I am moth
You are flame
One of us will never be the same
I suppose it's more dangerous for me
But wings
Create wind
Though who's to say
Extinguishing a candle
Doesn't set it free?

Your apology came with a guilt trip
That's not an apology
Or even an excuse
You would have done better to say nothing
Than something with so little use

Lady, your kid is a brat
But I imagine
You already know that

You care too much
It drains your spirit
It's hardening your touch
And aging your soul
I know the polar bears can't eat
But starving yourself won't help
Before you can save the world
You must take care of yourself

The house is made of wood
The family made of stone
Chips may fall
It will grind down
Someday
It may be gone
Depending upon
The storms
Or lack thereof

I finally met the
Day tripper
Lennon warned us about
He's all but invisible
Though
But he did make me
Twist and shout

You write the poetry of my life
Like you've already lived it
Maybe we're on the same wavelength
Or maybe it's just kismet

Don't tell me you have hazel eyes
When there's not a hint of green
Don't tell me you washed the dishes
When none of them are clean
Don't tell me you've been true
When you hide half of what you do
And please avoid showing me anything
Because none of it's really you

Dear Tile Selector
On Words With Friends
It's clear you have an issue
Not sure what I ever did to you
But you act like my dog bit you
Did I flirt once with your man
Is he the spinner stopper on
Trivia Crack?
Cuz that spinner seems to like me
But you got it in your Scrabbly mind
That you want to smite me

Completely deleted
Fully retreated
Like it was never there
No image of you to haunt me
Nothing for me to care
I'll be gone just as easy for you
The easiest breakup we'll ever do
I suppose it's something
To appreciate
You went out as quick as you came
It was fate

It snows in June
Sometimes
On one unlucky
Son of a gun
Dipped and daunted
Cold and haunted
Almost had
Just what you wanted
Summer storms
Blow dreams away

But new dreams come
Another day

We fell apart quickly
After falling together
Real slow
Don't really want it that way
But it's the only way it can go

Too good to be true
It seemed to be you
For a minute or two

You're the coolest dork I've ever met
You figured it all out
Accidentally
And lucked into a life of
Luxury
I wish it would make you
Happy
But something inside
You cries
At the weight of the ties
And the necessary lies
The burden of successful tries

I ache for you
And the hole you will someday fill
Hopefully, one day
If Fate be what she will
Perhaps it's fate to never meet
And ache all my life through
But I can't settle for a substitute
I'd rather wait for you
Whoever you may be
Whatever you may do
I hope when you finally show up
I will recognize you

There are things about you that are so beautiful
Like when you let your sensitive side show
Sometimes reluctantly
It always was a thrill to see
You used to routinely give me
The best compliments of my life
Completely accidentally
You just said what you happened to
Feel
And it was real
Nothing was contrived
For a while
And then everything was
You are my
"If only" guy

At some point
Some time
We all take too long between showers
Some days
Have ways
Of turning into a week

I think you're gorgeous
So if I know you're interested
In something
I try to take interest, too
But why can't you just be
Easy
And be interested in
Interesting stuff?
Business, finance, math
And such
I can't possibly crush on somebody
That much

The other day
I realized
All my teenage crushes
Now have wrinkles
But I've yet to realize
I have wrinkles too

Little boys
With certain haircuts
A nostalgia nod to you
I just wish the little boy
Didn't grow up to
Do the ****** things
You always do.  
I know the hurt is not intentional
But you never think it through
I'm pretty sure
If you were me
You wouldn't talk to you
And I choose my sanity
So we will not see this through

You hide here and there
Everywhere
I see you in the boy at the grocery store
Before I looked for you
Shopping was such a bore
But now you are here
In my life all around
There's a part of you in
Every boy in this town

I think you think
You're being romantic
Poem after poem about her each day
Detailing your complete misery
Since your love as gone away
No more poems about nature
Or society
You don't write about work
Or time that you're free
All you do is wish that girl will see
And come running back to you
Gleefully
But your obsessive prosing about
How much you care
Makes me think this girl is living in
Fear

I did not comment
On your **** ***** pose
You shared on social media
To everyone you know
I wondered what I might say
Probably that you flipped your lid
But I thought seeing me say that
Might hurt your grandkids
Now that is something you should do
You should consider your grandkids
Too

The first victim of racism
We all know by name
Some worship him
And what he became
Jesus hung from that cross
In the middle of town
Simply because
He was the only white guy around

This poem is not about you
I promise
It's really not
I think you should just get over yourself
I'm not giving you a second thought
Do you think the world revolves around you?
Oh, I'm sure! I'll bet you do!
I'll bet you'll think this poem is about you, too
I can't convince you it's not
You're so confused
But this poem
Is not about you

I enjoyed so much about you
But it wasn't enough for you
You needed to be seen as perfect
To judge my heart be true
You can't be perfect
And unwilling to take criticism
Perfect people
Know how to listen.

It was nutty of me to fall for you
Like us out of whack girls will tend to do
At first I thought you broke me
But now I think I broke you
The fallout from when
A nutty girl falls for you

One day
Maybe
It will be forgotten
I hope
You take for granted
You never figure
One day it won't

The one I still  think about
The one I loved the most
Was the one who challenged me
And that's why we can't be together
He still has songs on my
Playlist Though

Excuses are your best friends
You've surrounded yourself
Amongst those little buggers
And as much as you seem to cling to them
They are moving from friends to lovers
They will not love you back
Not make up for one thing you lack
Excuses will not fill your sack
And they routinely blow you right off track

You describe yourself
In impossible ways
Your skin is lumenous
Your heart is golden
Your eyes are radient
I'm thinking you should stay away From metal detectors

I don't remember what I saw in you
By now
You are a blip
But a high one
Short and sweet
Then miserable
Then gone
For good
And it is better
Because the highest high
With you
Is not the highest I can go
At any time
With anyone
On a good day
You will probably feel
The same,
Or at least, that's what you'll say

I see you
Following after that boy
You've attached your soul to him
He treats you like a hag
While you treat him like a king
He puts you down
And ***** your spirit
We all tell you of this
But you refuse to hear it
And it's the you that we
Knew
Before he made you do
All the things so not you
That we sorely miss

Time
Set in stone
Yet
So fluid too
Sometimes it flies
Some days drag on
But no matter what the day will do
Time is the same
And the difference is you

I'm wishing you could be with me
I suppose that makes me a ****
How can you say you care about someone
And hope their marraige doesn't work?

Our Mother
She keeps telling us
Opening sinkholes
Creating gusts
We continue endlessly
Work her bones
Milk her body
Mother will give
Maybe
But some mothers
Abandon a naughty baby

One day, maybe
You will come across
These poems of me
Many penned in thought of you
Fantasy poetry
To you
From me
That maybe one day you will see

The drama queen is long and lean
Always frets about her fat
Sighing in the mirror
From this angle and that
She looks for a reason
So she can take offense
And can't stop pestering you
When you're hanging with other friends
She likes to show her body
And believes the big response
Hundreds of fellas
All of those tellas
Thumbs up, compliment
Making her feel heaven sent
Because they acknowledge
And attention from strangers
Feels like love to her

I can tell you want to be offended
I'd rather not oblige
But you seem insistent
That I've wronged you
In your eyes
I suppose I'll walk away
But you probably won't notice
If you go by your eyes
There's lots of things you miss