the death of a poet

a pen and a paper
were her flesh and her soul
the ink ran as blood through tales that sold
the flowing river that turned into gold
the crowd that warmed as her words were sold
but no one knew why her mind shivered in the cold

a pen and a paper
were her flesh and her soul
but no one knew why her eyes turned old
the life torn out with money and fame
the words themselves no longer the same
the poet herself losing sight ...
difficult it became to wright
bringing her mind out of day into night

a pen and a paper
were her flesh and her soul
the baren poet now deceased in her core

Weight

the most beautiful day
is the most terrible
the clearest skies
are the most clouded
the darkest hole
is full of light
the starving child
full of life
the calmest sea
is the most fearsome tempest
the lightest love
leads to the deepest hate
the shortest second
is the longest eternity
the softest curve
is the sharpest edge
the ficticious story
that resonates truth
the smallest words
that contain the greatest power
the reality
is disolved into nothingness


she carved these words into the sky and watched them float in a circled orb
again
again
and again
they all came together
and finally
she was able to breath
for the weight of the world had been released

Euphoria

i threw up the other day and i experienced this delusional ten seconds of beautiful euphoria
could it be possible that life itself is similar?
its a long time of intense uncomfortable sickness caused by unreliguished motion
or possibly something rotten you put inside of you?
but then after a grueling laborious journey you end up releashing the sick spew to be followed by
lightness
clarity
and air

poem

Insightful title

attention grabbing sentence
description of places
descriptions of feelings
things that ryhme
the part that brings it all together

the end

lost

i open my eyes and see the never ending vastness of the clear ocean
i smell the salt and seawater as it mists across my face
im not really on the beach
they tell me in sitting in math class
i think they are lying to me
they tell me that i am losing my mind
i smile
knowing that i can relax now
im not losing my mind i say
my mind is on the beach
therefore it is not lost i know exactly where it is
perhaps it is my body that is lost

Borsht

i made some borsht the other day
but let me tell you it was no ordinary beet and cabbage stew
it was fucking heroic
that was it
thats the best way to describe it
ever since i was a child i have always awaited the day when the rest of my life would begin
the day i could change the order of the planets
there way always something about the order of the planets that just pissed me off
really why did pluto have to be last?
and now they tell me it is not even part of the solar system
with indignation in my heart i say fuck you mr. scientist i live on pluto and venus and mars are my neighbors
what is it about neighbors?
one minute they give you jello
the next minute their dog takes a shit on your lawn
i really think that theres some truth to it all
life is similar one minute your a kid and they tell you one day you ..YES you..could do anything you wanted
and you know what?
i just wanted to change the planets ..and you know what they told me?
they said i was "thats not possible"
thats right they took a big shit on my lawn of freedom
i say no
i think it is possible and one day i will prove it
just like my borsht
i did it with my borsht and i asended the throne of power
beets and cabbage
you know what i said!
chicken and noodle
thats right! if i can take the world of borsht out of proportion and put chicken instead of beets and put noodles instead of cabbage then there is no doubt in my mind i can rearange the order of the planets
and that my friends
is fucking heroic