Float, float, floating in the breeze.
Drop, drop, dropping its tears on the world.
Form, form, forming into bunnies and dragons.
Into the breeze,
They fly away,
Until the next day,
When you see them play.

As sad as watching them go to college.
As sad as saying your final goodbye.
As sad as watching them leave you alone on Earth.
As sad as giving your daughter away.
As sad as leaving the place you love.
As sad as telling Winter goodbye.
As sad as going to their grave.
As sad as putting your pet to eternal sleep.
As sad as saying hello to Heartbreak Hotel.
As sad as watching Marley and Me.
As sad as watching their plane go high.
As sad as reading this poem.
As sad as you having no more tears.
Is my heart.

As wavy as the deep blue waves.
As wavy as hair that just got a perm.
As wavy as busy old Lombard Street.
As wavy as the warped board in the garage.
As wavy as the petals on a tulip.
As wavy as the cream in your cocoa.
Are the clouds painting the sky.

Pure Hell
Makes No Sense
We Can Do Without It

Watches
Great trend setters
Designed fashionably
Time-telling trap around your wrist
Quartz face

Irate!
You push me over the edge.
Furious!
You don’t stop.
Enraged!
All you do is… that!
Infuriated!
I try to keep calm, but it just won’t work!
Angry!
Please stop it for goodness sake!
Fuming!
I’m becoming a bomb, ready to erupt!
Satisfied.

It wasn’t your time to go.
We still had time together.
But the force of death pulled our love apart.
And of course not forever.
When we meet at the Pearly Gates of Heaven,
My heart will once again be complete.
But until then,
Farewell.
Farewell to all of the good days we had together.
I still have memories, but,
Memories aren’t the same as actually living the memories.
So until we meet again,
Goodbye.
But not forever

Starting with aardvark, ending with zygote.
Why are there so many words?
Who comes up with them all?
Why don’t we know them all?
Are there just as many words in other languages?
I’m writing, and am just realizing how many words there are.
Too many to count.
Yet, why are we so divided?
Why don’t we all speak the same language?
Wouldn’t that just make life easier?
Everyone could understand everyone else.
No more Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, or German…
Just plain English.
Or Latin, or Mandarin.
Whatever everyone wants to speak.
How many words would then be eliminated?
It’s crazy to think about that…
Yet interesting and calming…
To think that everyone could speak the same language…
Everyone use the same words.
Would that be simpler, or more complex?

Shave your eyebrows for someone who needs them?
Never have *** so you don’t spread disease?
Give all of your clothes away to someone needy?
Trash your best friend to save your life?
Dedicate your life to the Lord?
Give away your kidney?
Cut down the last tree in the world to stay warm awhile?
These questions take time to answer…
But you’ll never know the real answer.
Until the time comes when your character is tested.
How do you know you’ll shave your eyebrows??
You really won’t EVER have *** again?
You would give up thousands of dollars of clothes to a stranger?
Just so you could live, you would put a knife in your friend’s heart?
(Figuratively speaking of course…)
Your whole life solely for a man who may or may not exist?
You’d have yourself cut open to give away a part of YOU?
How do you know you’ll live after cutting down the last tree?
I just put doubt in your mind.
I’m not questioning intentions or trying to make you cry…
I’m just double checking.
We don’t know what we’ll do to save someone else until that time comes.
Think about your answers to the questions…
Are you sure?
Do you want to change them?
Think again…

Many people think about the zombie apocalypse.
The dead are finally awaken.
The classic green skin.
Jet black hair.
Stitches all over their skin.
Jumbled up speech as if they’re drunk.
They walk with their arms in front of them.
All of the zombies walk together, hungry for brain.
The town as a whole screams in terror.
But then what?
The movie ends.
It’s the last page or chapter of the book.
We never find out what happens.
Does everyone die unanimously?
Do the zombies **** themselves?
Do we all live in harmony?
I don’t know.
I was merely curious.
Do you know?
If you do,
Then you can finish this poem.