As boredom swallows each of my parts whole,

with every one goes a slice of joyful time.

To me will come a trepidation bowl,

which transforms into soreness I rhyme.

This poem seems to relish misery

that I do not appreciate greatly.

It drills and grinds away at patience’s teeth

alike an overpaid dentist stately.

The unskilled hygienist throws up her tools,

because the very poem is persistent

like a tenacious patient with strict rules

to whom floss is extremely resistant.

This sonnet, while providing me with grief,

becomes a fight of pain, with no relief.

I never want to
take off
these pajamas.
They're the ones
I was resurrected in.

I felt the rising panic
A burning garden
Why did I let myself do that
My anxiety climbs and swirls up
Like a thousand insects
Bees perhaps
And I know you will come back to see this poem, myself,
When you feel guilty again.

Do you mind now?

I am trivial in mind and size

Who looks if no one can find me?

I am one of the cats

Desert me here and we’ll coexist

Can’t you see I’m not used to this?

I’m sure of step, but this is not mine

Why did it start entirely without me?

I am a shadow helping within

Keep calm; I’ll help you stand solitary

Hate that poetry is you.
Hate that poetry makes you.
Hate that you become your poetry.

How do you survive
knowing that you're feelings are your
own

It makes it easier to write if they're not

Poetry
and
your Identity
like saying my ID is older than yours
therefore I am ancient

I drove into a wilderness of lost themes
And entered a house of broken dreams.
Your nightmares live here, they all said.
But when I entered, my nightmares sat at the
kitchen table, dead.
I partook of this ghastly tea party
With a high amount of lethargy
And slowly became numb
To all emotions but one.

i wanted to write a haiku
but i forgot it
the words in the wind
i let the colors fly

I can’t remember why
I forgot it
but now there’s nothing left to
hold.

I remembered my haiku
I found it in my closet
and remembered my forgetfulness
and regretted my forgetfulness
and remembered my regrets
and forgot my haiku again.

Its funny how when someone steals your stuff that you'll go
chasing after them
but
when someone steals your heart
you just watch them
leave.

Time is a fair weather friend
it

hangs

around
to annoy me

and r                  u                  n             s
away
when I need
it.