hey you kids
drop your phones
your gaming devices
and stop glaring at the TV

go outside
just
watch out for bears
and trucks
and don't forget
your benadryl.

We go together
Like peanut butter
And jelly
Because you see
I'm allergic
To peanut butter
And I hate jelly.

You're never
Too young to die

Too young to drink
Too young to ride
On the biggest ride
But I know of no law
That says you must be
This old to get to the other side
Besides the unspoken law
Of common decency
I couldn't say what
These words are worth
But you may want
To keep them in mind.

I had a staring contest
With an inanimate object
If i won
I would go on with my day
Happy and free
like a butterfly
If it won I'd consume it
And be filled with regret
I lost but it's dead
So really who won?

If I string
A bunch of words
Together
Is that a poem
Or just
A bunch of words
That no can eat
And isn't very pretty
Does it need salt
Or more butter
Or maybe
Some paint and glitter.

I worry about you
You act like someone
Who's heart has been
Scooped out and replaced
With a lump of coal
Where once you had
All the feels
Now you're just cold
Is that
Being mature.

A moment of passion
That was perhaps
Less than romantic
And now they're dead
A bit left on the bed
And the walls
Don't take any trophies
It's far too risky
I wonder if you'll
Go all tell tale heart
When the police
Come a callin.

Lowest of the low
Or so it seems
No shield of pride
Just immense
Uncertainty
No conflicting ego
To debate others
Even when they're
In the right
They don't believe it.

You have something
Something you love
It fills you with
Something good
Until you find
That it's really only
A malformed imitation
It may have come first
In the product line
But it most surely
Is not superior.

where did everything go
where once stood
such fine architecture
there is only rubble
red dots the land
and the lady moon
just looks down
on the creatures
she sees
you just know
that arrogant sun
will hear about this
in the morning
and those celestial rivals
will laugh and laugh.

There stands a tree
Almost perfect
So tall so old
Such fine Apples
Except for one
Twisted branch
Near the top
It can't just be
Chopped off
But it is just small enough
To be ignored.

The cup runeth over
With self loathing
With regret
With hate
And dear creature
I fear there is no room
For even a drop
Of anything else.

The knight runs
To escape the nightmare
They found above
They go ever downward
Through steel hallways
And wood doors
And find much
But never escape.

You're so full
Of sweet sugary words
I am amazed
Your teeth
Haven't rotted away
But no they're just
As shiny and white
As they ever were
Good for you.

I'm sorry
such tragedy
has befallen you
but you know
it's kinda your fault
if you hadn't been
so such and such
you would not
have been a target
or maybe it was bad luck
and you shouldn't
be blamed
for the terrible things
done to you
how should I know.

I'm gonna lose
Are my words
At the start
How surprising
Are words I will
Sneer in the end
I'm a psychic
Nah
I'm just a defeatist.

You ever feel
Like a poorly made doll
Stitched together from
Bottom shelf cloth
and spare parts
There almost certainly is
Someone out there willing
To give you a hug
But it would be awesome
If you could look
In a mirror without flinching.

I have a relative
That was accused
Of being possessed
I doubt she was
But I'm not surprised
I have never met
Anyone else
Quite so despised.

Okay brother
Not the worst son
And cynical sloth
I fear are the words
They'll write
On my grave
I know kinda morbid
To worry about that
But alas I never learned
How not to dwell
On disturbing pasts
Or uncertain futures
The ghosts of Christmas
Past and future
Will be most disappointed.

You were made
In that awful place
Where you learned
The way of things
Where you learned
The truth of life
Or so you were told
I wish I knew
How to prove
That the creature
Who taught you
Never really knew
The way of things
They only knew the horror
That they taught.

The grim reaper
Is most likely
An accountant
Glasses and
Business wear
it shuffles us away
Like numbers
Erased from a page
All so professional
No need for haunting
No time for reminiscing
You were here
Now you are not
So away with you.

When you find
The right path
Whatever it is
Don't leave it
Don't forsake it
Once you leave
You can never
just
Go back
of course
sometimes
you only realize
you were on
the right path
once you leave it.

A great deal
a side effect
of slight paranoia
Everything
that could go wrong
drifts through
my mind
not much room
for anything else
maybe
it's not paranoia
I can't tell anymore
if i ever could.

You might
Fall into the clouds
If you have no anchor
For most
All you need
Is your physical shell
The needs of the body
To keep you in check
But some
Need something more
Perhaps some one
To remind them why
The earth isn't so bad.

Actions speak louder
Than words
But words
To be heard
Must be spoken
And speaking
Is an action
One with
Great potential
Saying the right thing
To the right people
At the right time
Can make
All the difference
In the world.

that didn't help
admitting the truth
things aren't worse
but they aren't better
maybe they will be
someday in the future
unfortunately
patience
isn't my virtue.

Not so long ago
it was thought
that you could
bleed away sickness
and technically
it worked since
dead people
can't get sick
oddly this idea
that bloodshed
is a good cure
for any problem
is still around
I couldn't say why.

Go away moon
Your shift is over
The sun will arrive
Oh so soon
To watch over us
Go away to your
Restful place
And when you
Come back
I just might have
Some new stories
For you.

another reason
to curse god
this and
especially that
it boils my blood
and
ruffles my feathers
not big stuff either
but little things
that seem huge
dam little big
things.

probably
I mean you should
I can't just
say it
but you
know that
right?

thanksgiving is coming
a day of feast
a day of thanks
a day similar
to Christmas
in that family's gather
to drunkenly dispute
all manner of things
plus football
woo!

It's pointless
And unhelpful
To pity yourself
As well as irritating
And now that you know that
I'm certain
You will never do it again
Probably.

The world
Needs a better editor
So many flaws
And inconsistencies
I bet
The world
Would get way
More views
And likes
If it had
A better editor
And maybe
Some different actors
New director
Hmm nah
Too expensive.

A truly timeless tale
A harrowing adventure
where no one knows
what to say
but i'll say it again
I have no muse
my vault of ideas
is overdrawn
yet still i feel compelled
to write something else.

That's not to say
I won't say it
I will
with a strait face to
But it's a lie
Nothing personal
I just kinda ****
At telling the truth.

Hey Yoric
do you
know more
than me
does your being
headless provide
you with knowledge
unknown to me
I know weird question
but your unique perspective
Won't last forever
so i feel i should ask now
there may not be another chance.

It's stupid advice
I suppose
Since very few
Actually try to be miserable
Misery just arrives
Much like the tide
God i wish
I lived inland
Ah well
Just try to enjoy life
But don't be a hedonist
Think of other people
I know they can be
Difficult
But we're all here together
So we may as well
Be decent neighbors.

For what it's worth
which I bet
is not much
it surprises me
If you were here
I couldn't say it
but here in cyberspace
where I know
you never tread
I guess I can
funny.

I have a plan
Well more of a notion
It's like a plan
But less complete
It's quite masterful
Even with those holes
You know kinda
Sorta
Okay maybe not
I just need one more part
Do you have it?

eminently lickable
possibly crunchable
with a tootsie roll center
mayhaps
you my friend are slim
with let's be honest
kind of a big head
you are unhealthy
if only to a minor degree
you make me think
of Dr Freud.

Terrorism *****
But you already know that
People died
For such stupid reasons
And more will die
In retaliation
Mostly innocents
If we had no gods
Would this
kind of thing stop
Probably not
People ****
and People die
For all sorts
of stupid reasons
Maybe one day
Things like this won't happen
But I doubt it.

You have
Such warmth
Such compassion
May I have some
Could you spare
A spot of heart
I swear one day
I will do the same
When I can.

Ah look at you
so cute
in your suit
how mature
how
sophisticated
i'm sure
that everyone
will take you seriously
when you share
with us
your plans
and intentions
here take a fish

A thousand maybes
In every soul
You could have
Been great
You could have
been loved
You could have
been so very much
Or maybe not
Maybe you are
What you are
But you certainly
Could have tried.

Things keep breaking
things keep falling
and I fear
I am to blame
making poor choices
and saying
the wrong things
I fear
i'm just
too much the fool.

Well they're gone
You said leave me be
And leave they did
They weathered your rage
And your sour moods
As long as they could
But even those closest
Can take only so much
Why did you do it
Are things really better
Maybe you just
Didn't know what else to do
Maybe you can replace them
Or get them to return
But no those bridges are burned
And I doubt your strong enough
to rebuild on your own
Ah well
What are you gonna do.

A time of change
one second we're there
one second more
and we're somewhere new
it might look the same
right now
but trust me
everything is different.

I will tell you
What to do
But you
Don't have to do
What I say
I certainly wouldn't.

I fear that
long after
all the flesh
leaves my bones
i'll still be holding on
when angels call
i will hold on
when friends try
to pull me away
i will hold on
I see my fate
I'd close my eyes
but it wouldn't help
i will just
keep holding on.