REBEL
Announcement of rules
Standards for the day
Flip my hand in disregard
I don't care what they say
The code of conduct
is my dart target
What dress code?
I forget
Rebel of the underdog
Overlooked at first sight
don't tell me to shut up
or I might pick a fight
INTRAPERSONAL DISADVANTAGE
I sit alone
Stop looking at me
broken off from society
Seemingly sad
But inside I'm content
Leave me alone, I'll give my consent
Cast off like a rag doll
Unwanted, unseen
Filled with thoughts of the obscene
Now, not seemingly
I'm crying inside
Maybe, sometimes, I should abide
LOVE IS AN IMPERFECT SCIENCE
I see you
but do you see me?
I ponder the question
set my mind free
I watch your smile
shy and soft
Would you smile for me?
I feel so off
Hair like a cloud
thick, fair, curly
chest not small
but not yet burly
happily, helpfully,
I'd give you my heart
I just can't stand
to see us apart
Fire Haiku
The fire cracks in warmth
The logs burnt white and black
The flames warm my heart
Poem
One sits on a blanket
Reading teen magazines
Three sit at the table
Reading and drinking beer
One sits in a flod out chair
Writing sweet nothings
puoring her heart and soul
out on lifeless blank white pages
with only a pen and her thoughts
Listening to fire crack
And warm her freezing legs
waiting for the little girls
To start to make the smores
Ode to Marshmellows
Little one's like them
Only lightly toasted
Older one's like them
Black and well roasted
But either ways
It's safe to say
The warm white softness
Once you make it there
melts at your tounge
sticking to you hands
and teeth
Where's my toothbrush?
There is a girl
With a golden face
Long lost heart
Long lost fate
There is a girl
With a brokwn soul
She know’s she’s wrong
She’s been a fool
But it’s too late
The deed is done
And now she knows
It wasn’t fun
Ruining lives
And killing egos
She now knows
She’s not a hero
Killing faith
Hatred hugs
It’s her fault
They’re doing drugs
She always knew it
Never tries
But now she has
No tears to cry
Her heartless teasing
Drained her dry
Of feelings that
Once helped her by
The girls she hurt,
The kids who turned
To druggies now,
That she burned
Not with fire
Not with smoke
But with words
Make them broke
Broken up
Inside themselves
Lives all gone
Stacked on her shelves
Now she knows
Just what she’s done
Now she knows
That it’s not fun