Wish

********** Important Disclaimer This poem addresses depression, and more specifically, suicide. It is meant only as an expression of art, and should not be taken in any real-life context. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or tendencies, there are many resources that can help. National Suicide Prevention # 1-800-273-8255 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ ********** Wish I wish I … More Wish

Tomorrow

“Come see me,” said the mother To the daughter, on the phone “I will,” the daughter told the mother “It’s just the timings off, you know?” Two weeks later, ‘twas a man A drunkard in his car He hit the mother, going ninety With the daughter still afar A final image met Mom’s eye Trapped … More Tomorrow

Tiny Little –

Tiny little minnow, floating during day Tiny little minnow, wassat I hear you say? Tiny little minnow, soaking up the sun Tiny little minnow, having so much fun! I watch from high up in the sky, is it a her or is it him? I cannot tell, why? Oh well, I have not seen it … More Tiny Little –

Father, Forgive

Father, please forgive us We know not what we do We’re lost right now and yet somehow We still reach out to you Perhaps it’s desperation A required, soft respite No matter case, look at my face You’re needed now, tonight Your creation got creative It took hold of the reigns And yet I fear … More Father, Forgive

Car Rides

Mr. Baxter loves car rides He hops inside and then he hides Below his blanket, I see a claw Coming from his tiny paw I turn the key and we’re like “vroom” He has his seat and all that room Laying down, his head held low Until I open the window He pops right up, … More Car Rides

The Backwards

Majestic Mr. Baxter Looking at His lands Loving all the people Created by pawhands He princes and He prances As He watches human dances A lovely ballerina Sees, says “I shall let” After all, it was His gall To invent the pirouette It was this Dog that made it all The them, the you, the … More The Backwards

The Pants Dance

Human behavior has become my interest, it’s no secret. Its fun to look out at the world and see what reality we’ve crafted for ourselves. Here’s one I recently realized that made me laugh. The pants dance. Yes, the battle of the sexes has been waged since the dawn of time (thanks a lot, Eve….jk … More The Pants Dance

My Firing Range

Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range

Haters

People see you rise and they all pray for your demise I’ll never get how things can change with the ones you know and love They see a like and hate it and the day you know you made it you look back and no ones left but these new people up above But wait! … More Haters

Subliminal Messages

Advertising (boobs) is arising I am always (puppies) recognizing Subtle messages (more boobs) in commercials And I don’t know (books) if I like it Stop trying (marshmallows) to trick me Or I’ll put you (dinosaurs) on my knee And I’ll spank you (Epstein didn’t kill himself) unmercifully The spanks will be (meerkats) so hard you’ll … More Subliminal Messages

The Dinosoar

There once was this one creature, many things they called it then Biology had not come up with names for these, my friend What in the heck? What in the world? What ever is that thing? This giant slimy lizard flying all around this ring? It’s skin looks like it’s leather But it’s tail’s a … More The Dinosoar

Here

I don’t care where you have been For your past, or any sin All that matters is right now and that you’re here with me today All the feelings now upon us You can tell me – just be honest I know I’ll feel the same no matter what you think you’ll say I’ve been … More Here

My Pweematry

In the 10th grade my English teacher taught me very much Like how to read and write real good and grammar things and such But one thing that eluded me was how it always seemed to seem That she struggled with this word so much, she called a poem: “pweem” “What’s this” you ask? “What’s … More My Pweematry

Lie Awake

Alone tonight, can’t sleep, it’s true Cause all my thoughts, well, they’re on you Where’d you come from? Souls amiss You know, I didn’t plan for this Never thought of fonder things My mind has all these wanderings Keep it focused But wait, one sec That hug you gave around my neck It stayed with … More Lie Awake

Poe’s a Pimp

Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see Who said to her, “You know it’s me” “Oh yeah, how’s that?” “Come on girl, please” “Because you’ve read my poetry” A mystery, his ladder’s rung No one knew where this Poe hung But psst – a secret: the bards all sung *That pend’lums not all that he swung* … More Poe’s a Pimp