"Are windows open?"
Said he, "I'm cold."
"Only the windows,"
Said I, "of your soul."

Grey means I'm tired,
Black means depressed,
Turquoise means I'm happy;
Just look at how I'm dressed.

I've taken to carrying a pencil around
Whether I sit or stand
For it seems exceptionally true these days
I can't think without a pencil in hand.

He says, "How many trucks will wreck
On that one stinkin' highway?"
"Many more," I said, "and then the world will end
And no more trucks will wreck on that highway."

I'm adding paint to my 'masterpiece'
Just to make you mad
I never like the things I do
Because they're always bad.

If I stayed on
All the time
I'm sure I'd run
Out of decent rhymes

Poems are indescribable
I believe they have a soul
That spreads throughout the phrases
Inexplicably whole.

They've turned my life to boredom
By whitewashing all walls green;
I will not let them in my bedroom
Where they'll mess with my dreams.

Scratch the ground and growl at me,
I really can't complain
For you are only looking tough
When you're afraid to be unchained.

So I finally saw Frozen
Okay, it's pretty fun
But I really don't see why it's gone
Crazy with everyone.

I am going to write, my dear
Until my fingers fall off
I'll use paper, pen, and pencil
Or type until I drop.

A bird flew by my window
And I leaned out to see:
The bird was golden coloured
And he had a red wing.

Hey, I'd stay up all night with you
If you were on the other side
Of this giant beach ball called Earth
'Cause of intimacy I'm terrified.