Ladies' Bear

That awkward moment when you realize,
No matter what you do,
The life-size stuffed bear that you own
May have more game than you.

I Can't Get Free

I'm writing a free verse here for you.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this...
But what else is new, so here we go!
Hmm. I feel like those first lines had far too much rhythm.
Sorry about that, it's one of my first times.
But at least I don't have any rhymes.
Oh no! What have I done?!
Can I still call this a free verse?
It seems no matter how hard I try,
I can't escape these two captors:
Rhythm and rhyme.
Guess I'll just have to stick to boring old
Imprisoned verse.

Prodigy

I found this when I was cleaning out my desk. It's a valentine's poem I wrote when I was eightish, I think.

Roses are red,
People are tan,
And boy am I glad
That you're not a man.

Bloody Knuckles

Feel the rhythm in your arms.
Here its beat in every thud.
Left. Right. Left. Left. Hook. Left. Duck.
Your hands in wraps all stained with blood.

Your stress subdued with every blow
As the bag rebounds from your throbbing hand.
Your mind is clear. Your will is strong.
This it means to be a man.

Heartbroken

You broke my heart the day you left
The hot chocolate you meant to bring
And left me wishing I was dead,
Shot by a bullet through the head.


This is based on a true story. It was sad.

Like a Boss

There's little

That excites me more

Than walking through 

An automatic door.