Draft

I miss her but
I am not depressed yet,
but give me a couple more days.
No right now I just have an
over active imagination.

Boredom doesnt help either,
because when I am not
sleeping or eating I am thinking
about how much I want to cook for her
or dream of her lips.

Or daydreaming of her lips
while I am cooking.
Which I will argue does not
correlate to the fact that
I have burnt noodles for the 3rd time.

This rectangle mattress
has become my prison
and the numerous blankets
are the ropes that holds me down
preventing my escape to go out and find her.

To take her when I do,
in my arms no matter
where or what she is doing
and proceed to give her a very
hot and sexy reason we should never part.

I have taken to making paper origami
to the pass the time, and
I plan on giving them to her
when she returns
but so far I only have

23 Cranes,
45 roses,
11 flowers, and
5 elephants
Along with the 8 love letters

I wrote but didnt send because
I wanted to see the look on her face when she read them.
And I know each word will sound corny and sickening
as a candy-corn smeared with chocolate to the rest of the
world but I say screw you haters

I think metaphors
comparing our love to sunshine rainbow is original
because I am the first to give her sunshine rainbow love
I am still bored however
and I still miss her.

And with all the presents
that have been accumulating
in a small pile beside our soft love making nest,
all I ask in return
is a sweet kiss and for her to

grab my hand and promise
to never leave my side again.
Or at least take me with her
the next time
she goes to the corner store.

funny

Practice poems.

Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm schizophrenic
And so am I

--

Courtesy of the Animaniacs:

"Roses are red
Violets are blue
That's what they say
but it just isn't true

Roses are red
And apples are too.
But violets are violet
Violets aren't blue

An orange is orange
But Greenland's not green
A pinky's not pink
So what does it mean?

To call something blue
When it's not, we defile it
But, ah, what the heck?
It's hard to rhyme violet"

Is it mean to want to call people one-trick-ponies?

too much talking and not enough words

I am really irritated.

I hate violence
but I hate stupidity more.

And

If I had a gun at this moment I would
wish for grapefruit size bullets,
cause sometimes you need it to hurt just a little more.

:)

Beautiful day

The heat of the ground burn up into my foot.
Mamas red and yellow flowers brightening up

Lovely beautiful Sunny Day of 3 days straight.

Too bad I wont be outside to enjoy it
because of fucking food poisoning.
Suck ass.

Red Robin

Red robin,
Red robin
with your
violent red
blushing red
breast. Sharp
eyes and pointed
looked, like metal
gleeming in the sun reflecting
off dew from the morning rain.
Standing proudly with your vivacious
red chest radiating. Perched with pride
on a branch as if saying look at me world!
Look at me! And extol trills
of goodmornings.
Oh sweet Robin
how you look
so alive the most
through the
scope of a
Beretta 92FS
BB gun, at
4:00 a.m.