Sleepy-Time tea
wrapped in blankets
slumber in peace

Post-apocalyptic talk has me scared
That World War III is coming
And that trees
will look like mushrooms in the breeze

towers towering too high
lean left so those down low
have a hap-chance of happiness

children change climates
wishing the world will win
over ginormous giants gripping
concrete cause-ways creating creatures
night-bound by nocturnes

As a teen, job hunting is very tedious. Many don't know what to do or how to do it. Many don't know where to start. But the best piece of advice to anyone looking for a job is: Just start with Google

calamity and noise
polute my calm poise
distraced by the confused solute
of try-it-again rhythms

Come, come
                       the classsroom is calling
                                                         ­         pencils stopped falling
the teacher lectures and
                                              shuts the door
kids bags strewn out on the floor
                        Open discussions open more
like every door that closes a window opens
                              Roping in students for a grester quest of knowledge

Walk down the old school hallway
                Lockers line leaning in
What I once stayed at for hours
                           Is now a stranger in my mind