looking at my re-introductory poem
to the world of hello poetry,
I realized that I had never posted
a poem about rage (but I sure did do a number on confusion)
so here is one for you, love.

I HATE MY LIFE
I HATE MY JOB
I HATE MY FRIENDS
I HATE MY CAT
I HATE CATS
I HATE ANYTHING FLUFFY
INCLUDING CATS
SO JUST
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP

don't let this title fool you
as it would have fooled me
into ignoring this poem.
if you ignore this poem, it should be your own decision,
not some title's influence.

but that really gets away from
what this alphabet soup means.
or does it?
I know that I derive joy from breaking my own biases
so why not share my joy with you?
oops, already did
(see above)

That one of my poems--
ANY of my poems
--was added to a collection
by someone else
makes me feel really good about my ****** poems
thank you

hello poetry,
it's been a while.
I haven't looked at you since the last time I was upset
and needed something
or someone
to help me.
this time, though,
I am not here to dump
all of my pent up rage
frustration
confusion
noise
on you.
Instead I intend to share
all of my pent up joy
wonder
ideas
italics
music
with you.

now to you it may be noise-
I never said I was any good-
but in the end, someone will hear
and that's what I'm counting on

There have been enough
Sappy poems of love
That address how sappy they are.
So I will keep this one to myself.

I took the ink blot test
and responded to each blot
with the first thing to come to mind

for the first blot,
I answered:
a headless angel of death.
this was a bad answer.

for the second blot,
I said:
high five with legs chopped off.
this was a bad answer.

for the third blot,
I wrote:
the face of gluttony
this was a bad answer

for the fourth blot
I shakily stated:
I see a mountain of agony
and at the bottom
are two pilgrims
of hope
and ability
carrying the burden of man between them.
this was the first thing to pop into my head.
and it was a bad answer.

it was supposed to show what I think of my father.
I certainly had a lot to say.
but nobody I asked really knew how to interpret that.
so for now,
I am just crazy.

Ponies are cool.
they can have wings
and soar through the air,
or they can have horns
and use magic.
Or they can be plain
and still be just as important.
There are a lot of good things
about being a pony.

but ponies don't have hands
or feet
and they live in a matriarchal society.

I like being human
because we have hands
and feet
and live in an equal society (sort of)

we don't have wings
so we make them.
we don't have horns
so we make best with what we have.
all of us are more or less plain
and that makes us equal.

there are a lot of good things
about being a human.
and I am glad to be one.