Want to walk around, like right now?

Well of course!
I know I shouldn't,
But I will still,
If I say no,
It's me my heart will ****.

I had a dream,
Where I flew,
And I kissed the moon.
But you were the moon,
I flew to and kissed,
You.

Give me a minute,
Just a moment,
Where I can sit and breathe,
And there isn't doomsday on your lip.
I pray for happy days,
I wished, I wish, upon a star,
That someday the uproar and hatred,
Will be washed away by ocean waves.

If you asked me what my name was while I'm dreaming,
I'd answer A-B-B-O-T-T.
I've spelled it so much it's stuck in my brain,
But how come I have to keep spelling it for people,
I've known for so long?

i want there to be a poem on the front page of a poetry website

is that too much to ask just for one place

where i dont have to think about trump

He who writes angry,
Will write nothing of value at all.

He who write in emotion,
Shall write the epidemy of it all.

I just want to feel your touch,
To be with you at every hour,
Everyday.
That's all I want.
I want that, nothing more,
Just you, me, and a blanket snuggled up,
Peaceful with arms wrapped around each other.
That's all I want.

My income is tentative,
My money comes with the snow,
I thought I was getting paid,
But the rain stole my job.

I stubbed my toe,
On the wall this morning when,
I woke up, again.

Would you believe me,
If I said I was from the future,
That I came back in time,
Because my world ended?

I didn't cherish my little earth,
Because I figured it could never leave me,
And then it did.

youre my forever
ill never give you up
im proud of you
i know the battles you fight

Well folks,
That was the curtain call,
I guess it's time to call it a wrap.

I have but two eyes,
And ten fingers,
To write words,
And hold pens.

But just enough,
To write poems,
And send them into the world.

'Maybe it was the journey all along.'
I laugh,
Didn't seem like it at first,
But I guess the treasure was the friends we made along the way.

I
Guess
I
Didn't really think
I
Would actually wind up in your scrapbook
I
Think that's pretty strange it's like
I
Predicted it when
I
Named these "Scrapbook Poems"

I got a chicken sandwich,
I was hungry as a witch,
But how I was disappointed,
It was so underdone I was plucking feathers out it!

I try to describe the way she moves,
Though I fail to write a proper example.
So I move to painting,

Yet I just can't capture all her stunning stride,
In acrylics and canvas.

So I'll try to see if I can ever write it out again.

Pick up the move and room it,
No I think I'd rather zoom it,
Here he goes again,
Over thinking brain cells shrinking,
Till he can't s ell ca se  e's mis ing the le  ers.
I'll store 'em down here so they don't get lost,
puh stt puh stt puh stt
Sounds like a drum!

I write despairingly,
My dismantled body staring at me,
Boy I should've read the instructions,
Before assembling this shed.

The difference between the 'Big Men,'
And I is I'm willing to be comedic relief,
Because I know we really need it.

If the world won't make space for you,
You've just gotta carve it yourself.

After all, if no one built themselves a house,
None of us would have a roof over our heads.

Mortality is a beautiful thing,
This one life we've got,
This one chance to live it big.

Joy to astronomers!
Tonight is the planetary parade,
A gallant march throughout the sky!
Each planet exposed to the naked eye,
Except for Uranus and Venus!

When I was young,
My parents kept me locked at home,
For I was a terror in the streets.

My brother said he hates the boy scouts,
I don't know why, what have they done to him?
Maybe he hates them because,
They trimmed one too many branches of the Christmas tree.

I never struggled with my thoughts,
I understand I think this way because that's the thinker I got.

The only problem in my thinking,
Is the fact you don't understand my thoughts,
That's still not my fault.

All thoughts considered,
It's all possible,
The sheep put on wolf's clothing,
Just to ward the wolves away.

I                                                                ­                                       Up
Used                                                          ­                                  Me
       To                                                               ­                 Picked
          Live                           ­                                         And
                On  ­                                                   Around
                   One                                        Came
                         Big                               You
                             *****                Until
                                     Downward

I'd like to think,
That I'm an honored member,
Of the elite poetry society.
Though I know,
I'm a long way from that,
But make sure you save me a seat,
Because no matter what, I'm coming up.

Why do I stay on the bright side?
Because I fear the dark,
Knowing what it brings,
I find no peace in it.

How would you now,
If you're favorite line in a poem,
Was nothing but a tiepo,
Your favorite writer forgo to catch,
Maybe I'm a typo to,
Just a random squigigle on the page,
A little piece of see glass in the waves.

If I were to read these,
To my chorus teacher,
She would beg for more emotion,
In my pronouncing of every line.
If I were to read this to my math teacher,
He would find in it no sense,
Art is a subjective understanding.

Why are we different?
Because you are a brittle block of rotting wood,
And I am an immortal diamond within obsidian sand.
When angered, you will raise your hand,
But don't you dare raise it to me,
For I will stand like statue, your blow caught in my palm.

I think I fall in love too easily,
Maybe that's why people keep leaving me.
I have a whole box of herbal tea,
That I bought after she left me by our favorite tree.

If I lived in the Song dynasty,
I could be a leader in government,
All their leaders had to be able to write poetry.

My mind is an enemy of mine,
Filling my head with worrisome thoughts.
'Are you alright?'
hm
I guess I'm not,
It feels a little normal by now,
Where'd my trust go?

Blank canvas,
A bucket of paint,
I took that bucket,
And I chucked it.
Green blues until,
I had a landscape of Nantucket.
I threw the paint,
And just said '---- --'

"There's a power in music!"
Right on,
We all know,
The power of song.

Don't let the little things get to your head,
Because if you do, your love will lay dead.

I like to throw lightning bolts,
Way up into the sky when no one sees.
Releasing every ounce of plight,
Into a perfect balance.
If you want to know this magic,
You can come with me,
We'll throw thunder through the trees.

Never hesitate to lend a hand,
If you help someone back to their feet,
They'll remember it when you need a hand.

Don't let todays morals get in the way,
Nothing replaces a good old Jack of Trades,
Traveling to make things change.

The sun sets on the last day of winter,
A warm breeze sets upon the cool evening.
Ironically, the first day of spring,
Will be colder than this.

I've come an awfully long way,
But of course I'm not done going.

Someday you'll prove yourself,
Never let them falter your way.

Tomorrow comes no matter what,
Whether or not you worry about its arrival.
Is it worth it to worry about moving forward?

When they make colored pencils,
No matter what color they want to make,
It always starts out as green.

It takes something to write poems,
Less talent, more experience,
I'm lucky to have experienced it.

"You better post today <3"

I'm so grateful,
To have my number one fan.

True love,
Who love?
You, love.