I hope you try my brand new trick
tricking the mind with words so slick
slickly lining up lines that click
clicking together like a tock to a tick
ticking like a clock with a kick
kicking you with rhymes so quick

quickly flowing rhymes in time
timing is set by the design
designed by my own mind
mindless poetry is easy to find
finding a new way to connect a line
lining up words until they shine

It's all so cut and dry
drying up the tears i cry
crying as my fear is high
higher hopes are hard to buy
buying each and every lie
lying to myself for one more try
trying everything to fly
flying downward from the sky
skies that seem to say goodbye

Let the words downpour
let the thoughts pour down
when you have found more
there will be more found

give yourself an outlet
a simple way to let out
don't ever doubt sweat
and never sweat doubt

you can reach the shoreline
let your words line shore
you can give them more shine
you can make them shine more

Here is a new form i am working on, and i am posting it here before anywhere. It is called a flip flop because the last two words of each line must switch places. I call this one a compound flip flop because the first line in each stanza ends with a compound word. There's also a normal flip flop. Hope you enjoy.

The boy loved his dog,
He loved him a lot.
His name was Quite Easy,
He was covered with spot.
But to the boy’s sad sad demise,
His good old dog was nothing but lies.
For the day that Quite Easy finally died,
The boy saw he was merely a cat in disguise…

An old man on his front porch, staring at the stars. The same woman would walk by.
“Old man, why do you stare at the stars?”
He would produce a fast remark allowing her to be on her way.
Now, was different, staring at the dying stars.
“I stare for myself, those I’ve lost, and I’ve out lived. These dying stars you see are all that is left of me.”
“It has to get better.” She frowned.
Crooked smile, when getting old all the platitudes do the same.

-Until We Meet Again-

Pele has lost one of her lovers.
I miss the goddess in all her majesty; Her deep blue oceans, sweet sandy beaches, Her dark black hair billowing down like the lava from the peaks of Her highest volcanoes.
Her seven sacred pools, each one cascading gracefully into the next, all finally spilling into her magnificent sea.
Her gorgeous body will forever entice my mind, with hair dark and beautiful, inhaling the scent of fresh pineapple and coconut, a hibiscus flower pinning back strands of hair behind her ear.
Her eyes, they were just as deep and amazing as the sea, something with which they were so familiar.
With lips red and lined with Hawaiian love songs sung just for you, tasting as fresh and young as the ocean itself.
Her body was adorned with fresh tropical flower leis and Kukui beads falling gracefully over ancient Hawaiian dress; all made from the same grass and leaves coming from the islands many trees.
All encircling those perfect hips, born to Hula and sway to any island rhythm, be it the slow and steady rattle of the Uli Uli, or the fast and powerful beat of the Pahu drum.
Finally pushed over the edge by the sight of her long tan legs, not shy to the suns warmth and fiery grasp, ending in bare feet more familiar to the islands then we’ll ever be.
I miss her and all her islands.
Oh, how I miss the island paradise Hawaii.

What God?
Do you refer to the being responsible for pain and suffering?
That God?
Do you speak about a person who can take someone you love, and leave you behind?
Same God?
The same God responsible for this human ******* condition?
The same God who takes them to "someplace better" when they belong here?
The same God who chooses the life of a loving healthy man, over that of the true sinners?
That same selfish God?
So I ask again, What God?!

Broke my back and tore my heart out
and threw it still beating to the birds

why the hell would i want to feel anything

i hate to see you happy
and hated myself for wanting to move on

you drown those sorrows with life
i drown mine with stupid decisions and alcohol
poison the body to ease the mind
killing off the brain cells that disagreed
.3 one week, .32 the next
lifes easier when im not myself
i can lie in their beds comfortably
hold them in my arms and not care about you

sad to say its finally working
i never said i love you because i couldn't mean it
and to tell the honest truth I never would have
stay hung up on me, let me fill your mind
because you will never fill mine

I spit tar and bleed black
my ******* smile is for them
my dead eyes follow their curves not yours
my broken hands caress those bodies that fill my bed

look for another like me
then you will finally see that you'll never find him
because anyone you could choose will always be better then me

"It's a cloud," they tell me, "that's all that it is"
The way a stone is a stone, and a brick is a brick.
"But, see? It's a flower, it's a rose without thorns"
"It's a duck with no bill, it's a dancing unicorn!"
Stratus and Cirrus? They cannot define
These beautiful creatures that dance in the sky
You hide behind reality, what you know to exist
Living through life but only catching a glimpse
Of what life has to offer
Just look at the clouds!
Stories untold that beg to be screamed aloud.
Refusing to tell them is what makes a brick a brick
But sometimes that isn't all that there is!
Look in the sky
Listen to it's tales
For reality is boring
But dreams prevail.

I used to think that I was a terrible student
I was terrible at learning
Then I grew to think I was good
I knew the answers for which I was yearning
I devolved, I suppose, and soon I was sure I was a failure once again
F's and C's and D minuses felt like my only friends
I tried to convince my stupid self that it didn't really matter
But I had to choose between learning and grade-earning and I guess I chose the latter.
It scared me to death what I had become a zombie fueled by grades
Focused more on that god ****** score than the progress that I made
I used to think I was good at learning but it was all pretend
I could play school but in the end A's and B's were not my friends.