Haikus:

No Fun, Period!

PMS Fuck You
No one likes you, go away
You are an asshole

Thinking Spot

I like to go poo
I sit on a small toilet
I think about you

My Special Place

Chacos are my life
Please do outdoor things with me
I go to Whitman

Jerks

Stop doing that shit
You stupid dirty ol’ bitch
I don’t fuck with you

Normal

Bubbles make me smile
You should also smile like I do
Life is happiness

Slippery When Wet

Beer in my belly
Going crazy everywhere
My brain feels funny

Love

I need to confess my love
When I hear that voice calling
Sweet David Bowie

Poems:

Magestic

The mountain sits high above the valley
The gopher looks upon the setting sun
A candle is lit in the house
A shot is taken
A man throws up
A toilet flushes

The Path

I sit alone in a 4-cornered room
Staring at candles
Wondering which one gives off the best light
I reach out to feel the flames on certain ones
And some feel better than others but I can see the flame dissipating
I start to choose one
But it doesn’t want to be the chosen one
So I sit back and lean against the wall
Too look up at the flickering darkness
And see that I have been searching
For the wrong light
And now my whole path has changed

Wisdumb

Moods change in a heartbeat
But minds change with a figure of speech

Toenails

I keep a jar of my toenails in my closet

Injuries

I tore my ligaments
And decided not to get surgery
Now I have magical powers

Gut Feeling

That gut feeling in your stomach
It makes you feel like throwing up
But you just can’t stop thinking about it
It has to be true
A prediction of a lifetime
Life can’t be real

Shaky

My knees feel shaky
I finally found the one
In the basement of TKE
Such an amazing feeling
That voice just makes the caterpillars,
turn into butterflies
I float and my wings grow,
from the Redbull I just shotgunned
I am flying above them all
No one can stop me
It’s just you and me,
all alone in that basement
You make my knees shaky,
with that voice of yours, David Bowie