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I have a hostageBack away, do what I sayOr come clean up a bloody stageThis ain’t no animeThis here is a 12 gaugeIt ain’t blasphemeIt’s reality without a backstageI am here, with myself
Brain, test.   Lunch break, yes.   Hustle to classes   Grades up, passes.   Thinking? No.   Keep up with the poetic flow.   What is green?  
Yes, in fact I do know that I’m fat No, I don’t plan to change for you Yes, I plan to lose the weight someday, but if you think I owe it to you to do so, then you will never get the satisfaction of holding my hand.
Forgiven not forgotten hard work for what I’ve gotten knocked down kept on knockin’ fell down kept on walkin’ Shut down  kept on talkin’ don’t give up
Life is like a video game. Like sims, except not as easy and in some ways not as hard. its filled with puns that are cheesy and it’s filled with birthday cards but life is like a video game.  
For Luc, because he wanted a poem about Bananas:     This poem about bananas  May seem like lots of fun  But I’d rather write a poem  About an apple, pear, or plum.   
Can I ask why are you staring? Could it be perhaps my size? Or is it cause I’ve got these planets swirling in my eyes?  
  rattled shaken vision soft fingers that played with the dark and twisted tufts of his entangled hair and browned singed crust floundering in dissolution
Writing about you is like writing about the meaning of life There's so many circles and wonderful sayings but no end And I could go on about your eyes and your hands
bum nuts are my true spiritual calling bum nuts love and appreciate me bum nuts make me want to slap fish but only when im horny bum nuts please me
Morning has broken the sky is brokenLiving day to day with words left unspokenEating away because we aren't awokenFeeling like our efforts are in vain, they are token  
Yes I'm fine Yeah I don't even care Sure I'll be okay Of course it doesn't matter I'm definitely over that I'm honestly fine Yeah, just tired
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises.   Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.   
He's not tall, dark and handsome Or a muscular jock Not a hopeless romantic Or a sex-driven shmuck He's not perfect He gets angry He has scars But he's still perfect to me.  
You determine your success your life is up to you. Hard work, dedication, determination. Till its the only thing you know.  The struggle is real struggle is the only thing you feel.
Congratulations. Success is in the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, my palms are sweaty and my heart beats at a rate you wouldn't understand. Everything seems bland, since I don't give my colors a chance.
Do you dare to dream? Do you dare to dream in this land filled with problems? Do you dare to dream in a world filled with hatred, that would instantly swallow anything puff of dreams? Do you dare to dream?  
Broccoli Peanut Butter Won't my mother  be quiet Be right back gotta go help her She actually said never mind as i walked over. Typical. Whenever a person gets mad at another
I used to think I loved you I used to think you cared I used to think "this is it" I used to be so scared I used to want to be your all I used to think you did too
On one day A man was born Unique in Spirit But in body was none He was never timid or ever shy An Honest man that never told a lie But in one second his mana was swept
Put you hands down NOW  this isnt happening NO! yes, or i will shoot
Put you hands down NOW  this isnt happening NO! yes, or i will shoot
The fllwing poem is two Elizabethan sonnets placed back-to-back.     Evolution favors those most adept. It favors those with knowledge to move on. So while the giraffes with the short necks slept,
“Yes,” you said to that first boy in middle school when he shuffled his feet,
It's all up to me now.. my future is mine to hold. To determine now before I grow old. If I do not work for it it will not be there for me.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we don't understand. We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't feel nothing. We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't do something.
That fuzzy feeling when he smiles at me The melting sensation of a Lindor Truffle The hugs my friends give me when I’m crying When I have to sneeze really bad, and then I do Zipping through the water in a kayak
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