Amy Childers

Amy Childers Apr 2019

People look at me so vicious and mean.
All I do is show the possibilities.
I am that lonely snake in the tree:
a tree full of apples and no one will eat.
Everyone shunned me until a naive girl
took an apple and I showed her
the truth of the world.

My sister, Emily Childers, came up with this one and we worked on it together.

Amy Childers Apr 2019

An Ode to Toenails

Oh, toenails that are shaped like the moon
How you make me swoon.
Your toes deadly sharp
Can cut through metal and
Can **** a shark.

Oh, toenails that are shaped like the moon
You can change colors if your owner wanted to.
When I stub my toe you never hurt
But you chip like armor in jagged lines.

Oh, toenails shaped like the moon
How I love you.

My mom was making fun of me and told me to right a poem about my toenails. Your welcome!

Amy Childers Apr 2019

Utopia

A Utopian world is a prediction made by hobos
On streets holding "the end is nigh" signs and preaching the faults of humans.
This prophecy will only be fulfilled, when the sun dies out,
Our world collides with the moon,
Inevitably causing a game of pool among the elite and impotent gods.

Amy Childers Apr 2019

Parasite

Love is a parasite,
You never know you have it until
It multiplies.
The symptoms of this bug are:
Irregular pulse, sweaty palms, butterflies in your stomach and
The lose of attention for the norms.
Your eyes will only be on your "true love."

But do not threat.
The parasite will pass out of your system
Once you realize the cruel reality
That has been passed down from many of your school mates;
No one will ever love you.

Amy Childers Apr 2019

My Little World

In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars
Flowers paint on their colors for the next day,
And the moon laughs while it walks away.
The trees speak of ancient scars,
The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar,
And the animals cry for freedom,
But freedom is not free.

Amy Childers Apr 2019

White Rabbit

I have waited for you
White Rabbit.

I have waited for you
To run back into my arms
And tell me that I will be okay.

But how ironic it is to say
That you are late.

Hahahahaha
hahaha
ha. . .

Amy Childers Apr 2019

The Frog and Snail

As I walked down the closed trail
I came upon a frog and a snail.
They seemed to be arguing
About who was better at flying.

The frog said:
"Of course I can fly higher! Watch me jump and soar."
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The frog     j u                  d  and sneered at the snail.

The snail said:
"You did not soar like a bird Mr. Frog. You should try again."
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The frog     J   U                                        D  again and came back down.

The snail said:
"I believe I could do better than that. I will give you one more try Mr. Frog."
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I looked at the snail and asked:
"Why did you do that to your friend? I know you saw the bird in the tree."

The snail said:
"He annoyed me too much."

I got so angry and without thinking I stomped and he went SPLAT!!!