nippy noodles
ice cold
tall glass of water

All I seem to preach lately is..
happiness
and positivity and good vibes and kind words and laughter
so why doesn't that show in anything I write?

This poem might ****.
from the bottom of my heart.

I think we need to **** up in order to grow.
maybe even on a daily basis.
do I sound like a cynic now?

I miss getting way too ******
in chefs corner
and i miss giving way too many ***** about school spirit

I wanna
mind ****
the ****
out of
your mind
but where is MY mind?

where  I can say ****
without feeling Muck
and I can also eat greasy hotdogs
I can be covered in grease.. and nasty ****
and my boss...
is like...
hey, that's cool because you're here to ******* WORK
not to look good, or impress your suitemate
I don't know why I said suitemate.
that doesn't make sense.
ugh
who's a poet and doesn't know it?
this guuuurl
;)

do not eat cold eggs.
you will not like it.

got that ****** itch
can be quite a *****
unwashed hair
just don't care
I gotz mad rhymes
just call me KT rhymes
;)

Which feelings surpass other feelings
for being the feeling that feels the worst?
angst
guilt
jealousy
inexplicable sadness
hypocrisy
is that even a feeling?
Daily goal: stop worrying about it.
seriously stop it
there isn't any point.
you have nothing to prove to anyone.
not even to yourself.

"I just can't even"
no you really ******* can
I pinky promise
that is is more than possible
for you to finish
your ******* sentence

This poem is called I think oreos might be better then ***
Even though that's not what the titled said
smooth and crunchy
chewy too
grind your teeth back and forth
eat that oreo
munch munch munch

it's been a circus blur
a whirlwind of uncertainty
smothers me with unfamiliarity
vintage friends have become foreign territory
been burning incense for some clarity
just hoping to find a little prosperity

No, maybe we shouldn't
"just throw a couple pokes"
belligerent.
unhappy.
copper brained.
severely stoopid
savages.

"If I **** it up, it's cool. that's art."
~ matt nathanson

I like
warm hugs and authentic smiles. passionate people
and not looking through files
I like how that rhymed^
I also wanted to end this poem
before I turn it into an obnoxious cliche

don't mind spending my saturday nights in solitude
gives me this sense of gratitude
just knowing my own company is plentitude
feeling proud of my renewed *attitude

Wednesday is a ******* stupid word
stupid ******* wednesday
word.