ChestNuts roesting on an open fire
Roesting over the flames of yuor forgoten love
Ash
Burnt too a Crisp (This is what they call Chips in Englis )

Mother's' love showed me the Love I needed from yuo
England they call them Crisps
Eating Chest Nuts is scrumptous
Training my ***** in the Art Of War

i pear my eyes at the gloomy sky,
twitching with pleasure and pain.

where i hope rain will fall,
is only the acrid dust of the frenso desert.

where i hope corn will grow,
is only the weeds and seeds of earth.

i know i can not live for longer in this way. that i shall Soon Die without sistenace

all that is before my weery eyes are my Kin.
My family.
My friends.
And yes.
My livers.

The ***** themselves.
My trauma started to scream! My eyes flooded with tears from the depths of Hell Himself. Yet I know it must be done. I crunched into his shell with the fury of.l a thousand suns. It shattered beneath my choppers as I seasoned his flesh with my own salty tears. My tong registered the taste of crab flesh, that before I had only tasted in the most scandalous of contexts.

I felt his life drain, and my own restored. But at what cost?

my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump

i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me

i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move

i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******"

but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...

the sensuous curves of their shels
red
shinny

the clicking of their hands
also
called
claws

the look in their eye's
very
scary

a shower
is like
love:
you rinse of
the dirt
and end up
with only
the cleen

Society says I am bad
they are all FOOLS

just because i have the coorage
to dryve at 300 miles pur hour on the freeway

I am smart like Jeesus
Yuo are just sad

I peered into the bin
I saw
Trash
DirT
Garbage
Foul Creations

and at the top... One shining leaf of leetuce
I saw it for what it was: A Miracle of the Lord

I plucked the leetuce out of the bin
And handed it to an unsuspecting fellow

Little did he know he was about to be blessed with God’s leetuce

He ate the leetuce
And ascended to Heaven

Your tender flesh careses my mouth
the tangey taste of your skin
which is also sticky.

I bite slowly and
See my tooth marks on yuor flesh
Yummy.

You are soft and deilicous
I am not Veegan
but you make me wish
I we're.

I Just Want TO Say

I Love All Of You

Even the ones who have hurt me
Because I have learned
And I will continue to learn
That sticks and stones can break your bones
But only rain can break your brean

To EVeryone that says they're just trying to be n9ce
NEWS FLASH
YOUR NOT

To everyone that says they are just trying to give me construtive criticism
NEWS FLASH
YOUR WRONG

TO Everyone that says that I WILL NEVER GO PLACES
NEWS FlASH
YOU MAY BE RIGHT

words all have their roots
ped = foot
saurus = dinosaur
photo = light

just like my love for you has roots
or like a tree has roots

and all these things are infinite

the power of language
the power of nature
and
the power of love

your love tastes like sweetness
your lips also taste like sweetness,
darling

did you put a magic speel on me
because i am enchanted by you
and you're beauty

when you kissed me
your kiss was like a love potion

but i am worried that you will leave me
i am worried that your love
is poison.

Birds fly over mountains
Like some feathers floating down
From the sky

I see a bald eagle
It reminds me of you becaause
it is so majestic

But it also reminds me
of freedom

I see the Statue of Liberty
She is green like you're eyes

I gaze over the ocean
You, my darling, are my American Dream

you're beauty is astounding
like when i stare up at the sky in the night
where the stars sparkle like your eye's

because, darling
there is s t a r d u s t in your veins

and your soul is like the moon to my sun.

i just had a major revelation
like i feel like the reason that i feel sad all the time
is because bad things happen in the world

if good things happen
maybe we would be more free

when out of fear I moved to my safe place with my eyes open
  I wish I could buy you the forest so you could see a sunny day
The clouds and all the thoughts I have of life creep
a shadow creature is cold because it is night out

I would buy you happiness if you ever needed it

A grumpy old man
above you.

My smooth vermin, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you infest,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the wicked rest.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more ugly and more disgusting.
Hot frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the shocking busting.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your intriguing infestations.
Thinking of your many legs fills my days.
My hate for you is the implications.

Now I must away with a loathsome heart,
Remember my fast words whilst we're apart.

Systemic chlamydia correct.

Cervical chlamydia dissimulate.

Asymptomatic chlamydia doubt.

Nonprescription contraceptives own.

Dangerous medicines convert.

Artificial contraceptives stand.

Lethal doses swim.

Other coccidia discredit.

Usual immunizations perform.

Standard doses admit.

you are like the earth
and i am like the moon,
because i orbit around you

you are like the sun
and i am like the stars,
because i cling to you

your eyes are like the storms of jupiter
except happier because you love me i think

my eyes are like deep pools of clouds
because you float in them

my dear, you are made of stardust
and maybe that is why
you shine so brightly.

See the hiccuping of the boy,
I think he's angry at the joy.

He finds it hard to see the plant,
Overshadowed by the big ant.

Who is that dreaming near the cheese?
I think she'd like to eat the disease.

She is but a deep child,
Admired as she sits upon a wilde.

Her fascintating car is just a fish,
It needs no gas, it runs on dish.

She's not alone she brings an administration,
a pet buddy, and lots of information.

The buddy likes to chase a heartbreak,
Especially one that's in the cake.

The boy shudders at the creamy eye
He want to leave but she wants the lie.

They said
Demand an explanation for barns in the second person
I said
Let me show you where the hay is.

The big red barn
the color of my heart
when i look at you,
Baby.

I am just a country boy,
a Frenso FarmBoy- I am but a humble peasant
to yuor Highness.

But I love you, regardles of everything.
When I was younger I dreamt of
a cornfield to call my own.
Now, I only dreem
of your eyes.

"that'll be thirty dollars" says the cashier
and I willingly hand him the money
knowing I could take my groceries and run

society has problems
but why is nobody willing to step up and fix them?
myself included

we all know we are bad people,
and we all know we are not willing to change.

i don't know how to love
i don't even know what love is

all i know is that around you,
i feel safe and warm

and to me,
that is love.

happiness is the best protection from this cruel world
they run at you
they run at me
every day with their harsh words and forked, hissing tongues

i feel fear and sadness
why me?
why am i the target?
but now i know
they're just afraid themselves
they too feel fear and sadness

happiness is the only escape
from reality

pitter patter* go my feet as I walk over to visit my *****

swish swish go their lithe bodies as they waddle over to meet me

chomp chomp go their dextrous mouths as they consume the food i tossed into their tank

click clack go their sharp claws as they pinch everything they see

ouch yikes goes my mouth as i scream in pain

stomp stomp go my heavy feet as i run away

written with Mohamed Nasir
please check him out he is such a talented peot*

As I was young running underneath the shower
Droplets speckling my face Ike water freckles
I ran across the watery lane in the fountain of
My youth

I ran naked wet under the sprinkler's arches
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I shouted
Joyfully as Archimedes found truth and naked
He ran down the street of Athens
Eurica! Eurica! Eurica! He shouted

Then I heard someone call my name
And shake me up
"Get up," my mother said
"You wet your bed again," she said
I was dreaming in my wet dreams again

The sensation I miss most about childhood is the blissful freedom
We could have left this town and ran forever
I had my first kiss in a bowling alley snack bar
Within a Christmas morning star

I associate you with the winter: your shining black hair and cold words
We were both numb and it felt so strong
Could I return to the frozen bridge we would walk over every morning to school?
Making our way back to my house in the bleak afternoon

The best memory I had with you was when we tried to install a ceiling fan but it broke and destroyed the floor
Reminders of words, sharp tongues, and broken nails on trial
I go back to the feeling of my head split in two
I love the winter but I love you more

My worst nightmare is going to Heaven (am I already there?)
Reflections of my warped mind stare back at me
When I was frustrated I told you to slam the door behind you
I'm killing you and you're slowly killing me

Society shuts down my true feelings and turns me into a clone
We all know we're all alone but no one takes action
Hell will be a place without hope. Hell is this life
Got nothing better to do anyways

Sometimes they just end it all but nothing ever happens
Good friendly violent fun in store for all
My ears close, leaving me with the ring of nothingness
As the steel machine keeps turning

Late August underneath the radiating and boiling sun
We sat cross legged underneath the manzanita tree
One of its little withered leaves flew down and landed behind your ear
Perfectly

I brushed it off with my hand and placed it on the ground
Little did I know that was what would make you want to leave me forever
I didn't know how much you loved leaves or how much you hated me touching your ears
This was the worst mistake of my life

If I could travel back in time
I wouldn't stop diseases or wars or do anything

I would just
Selfishly
Make you come back to me

we are connected, like two gummy candies fused
or like a warm tongue stuck to a cold piece of ice

i feel like i'm stuck to you
like when a magician traps you inside your own mind
or when you're handcuffed to yourself

but instead of you being me
you're you
glorious you

   o     o
--|----|--
/ \  / \

your love is the fire

my heart is the embers
charred, left behind, but glowing after your touch

i know all love ends the same
i just want to know
how you will break my heart

poetry is an art
            where saying less
                        only means more

You slipped through my fingers just like a bar of pure white soap
Every time I looked at you my mind was scrubbed clean
And all my negative thoughts were washed away
Down the drain of your love

The bubbles you made flew me up to heaven
While you stayed down on Earth
And I just want you to be free too
Won't you come and join me?

Self Hatred consumes me
like a dragon chomping off the head of an innocent knight
What did the knight ever do to deserve this
All he did was try to do the right thing

And for this he was punished

Never desire a **** times.
God, death!
I am dying with regret for you
I miss your big truck and big eyelashes.
My beautiful one
I can’t find someone as sweet as you.
Come back, baby
I will spend all my midnights searching for you.

Granger Smith I love you so
Come to me or heads will roll

you know that sound makes when you open a can of soda?
that's the sound my heart makes whenever you walk into the room

that freeing, opening feeling
and all my bubbles froth up just to see your beautiful face

once you open a can of soda it can't be closed
just like my love for you is forever released
never to be captured

all you can do is drink me up
and revel in my sweetness before the can is finished

each toe carefully etched in the dissolving sand
it washes away as the wave washes over it
with nothing but a smooth canvas left behind,
for the next person to mark

this is like my love for you:

i know soon it will be gone,
left perfectly for the next person to take over.
all i ask is that while i'm here,

you appreciate me like i appreciate you

->  you           you
 bring  baby   loving
me                            stop
so                     ­        never
   much               will
           joy        i
                and

By the time I finished writing 2:47 it was 2:48
Now it is 2:47 and 20 seconds
It took me seven seconds to write that
So it was actually 2:47 and 28 seconds
Of course, the only poem I’ve ever written
That requires me to look at the time
Immediately coincided with me having to reload my page

Because love doesn’t want you to know the time
It wants you to be always a minute behind
Its plans

verb
ˌəpˈdāt,ˈəpˌdāt/
make (something) more modern or up to date.
It’s 12:30 pm
November 14th
And this is currently current updated information

And I still love you...

The warm moisture dripping from my hand
Sweat forming from the intense heat
The California air warming the animal flesh
Searing my skin

The burning of both the heat and the energy spent
On wasteless efforts

“You don’t sleep enough”
Well,
I won’t be tired
Until 12 am,

And then I wake
Covered in monsters and shadows
That are realer than I am,

And then I can’t sleep
Until the windows are open,

And I can breathe again
And I wonder
Why I’m so tired
The next morning.

Sometimes
I think far too much
And then I want to speak
And then I can’t
Because
What if I’m wrong?

Is there an official council or something?
Or at least a handbook?
What do you refer to when
5*7=22?

What if that’s not “wrong”? Who is to say?
That 22 and 35 hadn’t switched one day.
Consistency, they will tell you, is key.
See, you can’t just go 21, 35, 23

Since 35 starts with a three
Well, then put threes before twos
And continue along your day as usual.
Individual human perception isn’t exactly wrong,



But what if I am?

Please don’t go

Please don’t leave me
Alone.

I just want to be there
For you

I just want to be in your life
Too

I just want to be your favorite
Can’t I just be your favorite?

Each tiny millimeter in a meterstick
Is an understatement of the world we live in,
Plagued by dusty windowsills that cry
When the doors are closed
And water faucets
That scream when your spine is turned

Do you miss them?
I think not

Try for one second
One second of concentration
To imagine what could be if we all reaped the benefits of
something

something
Magical

just lying every day in our
Driveway
what
Do
you See

it Is
the green Waste in fact
You can put branches in there, believe it Or not
Thanks for the info.

I realized
That you might all be figments
Of my imagination
Because I am crazy

But then I realized
I might be a figment
Of someone’s imagination
Too.