Duly noted
and
show boated
A cross of
what you need
And what made
your belly bloated

Secretly promoted
Enthusiastically gloated
All for a piece of metal
Cold and gold coated

Humbly devoted
Bold Italics posted
Only to line the ranks
Heavy and revolted

Pepsi
and
Pop rocks
Shoved
in a mouth
Just to end up
Exploded

a poem's just a poem
until there's meaning to it
then it's everything

a leaf spirals down
the first to fall of many
the season's changing

i sit here clutching
pen and paper to my chest
with nothing to say

underestimate
the power of a woman
and she'll destroy you

staring out windows
her calloused hand in mine is
all i can think of

summertime sweetness
tastes like sunshine and freedom
with some lemonade

By this time next year
I wonder where I will be
This page shows my identity
The wrongs and rights done to me
What I'm feeling is evident in all my readings
So what will my hello poetry say
This time next year
I hope it's happy
I hope my poems read with an element of sanity
But who knows
Maybe I won't be alive to write anything
I honestly wonder where I will be
This time next year