Poets do not work everyday
They write continually
But
To a poet
Antagonizing over paper
And word is life
And the words never cease!
Poets take obscurity
And slam it into reality
Like a ****
Simply
Growing out of the sidewalk
Is not just a ****
But a metaphor
It is almost maddening!
A love hate relationship
As cliche as they come
But poets carry on
And find hilarity in madness
And truth
When there is not much else

You shine,
brighter than the constellations.
The curve of your lips,
welcomes me home.

I am not everything you said I was.

Don't tell me that he likes me
I know that It's not true
I wish that It was
Because all I want Is you

He's a really funny kid
To always have around
But when his friends show up
He's no where to be found

I am In awe of his essence
His comedic attitude
I can't get him out of my mind
Can't believe I love this dude

No he's not the cutest
But I've got a thing for he
You say that he likes me too
But why would he like me

It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.