write a poem
but wear a hat
express yourself
but wear a mask
inspire others
but wear a suit
hold a gun
but please dont shoot
for if u write a poem u see
u might cause calamity
if others choose your poems to read
hide yourself and you might succeed

presents under the tree
lights all around the house
stocking hung above the fireplace
cookies and milk on top of the mantle
it was the perfect christmas
until santa was shot 3 times in the chest by a .44 magnum

A big world
just for me
made of felt
its my hat u see      
no one else can come but me
Inside my hat my tricks lay bare
I talk to voices as i comb my hair
Sometimes i dance
Sometimes i stare
My hat is the one thing thats mine
im locked in a padded cell but its all fine
Although my jacket stops movement in every way
I just laugh and enjoy the day

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Poetry has no rules
anything can be a poem
im all for dolling it up
Oh boy its like a picture with words
but when u just try to fancy it up
strictly for fanciness' sake
all that ends up is the bastardization of poetry

a deadly plague
theres no one left
i walk alone
yet hold my breath
cause even though theres no one here
in the shadows i see fear,
peoples souls came and left
now im forced to fight the rest
mindless bodies haunt my dreams
amid humanities final screams
zombies make my life a hell
as i wait for gods last bell

walk in the dark
and next thing u know
BOOM....OWWW.....****
you've stubbed your toe
Its not your fault
just keep in mind
In the dark
your practically blind

The dark is thick
and black
and cold
Most just think the light is gone
but something has taken its place, I fear
it moves
it breathes
it has a plan
when we dont believe
it gets closer to its goal
always waiting
always watching
always there
It comes to get us one by one
until finally only the dead remain