These words,
Typed here,
Are yours,
On the screen,
Through your eyes,
To your head,
Remember them,
Forget them,
It’s too late now,
No returns,
Take them,
Here!
Category: poetry
Airhead
My head is full of air,
My thoughts come simple,
My thoughts come slow,
I speak without thought,
I act on impulse,
Green, gentle, gaumless,
Careless, confused, comical,
I wish for other’s wisdom,
They wish for my ignorance.
Free verse

These poems started pretentious and they will end silly.
For that is the way of the wise.
Poop butt sandwich.

You & I
things you
control
is you
the part of you that is
unchanging
is you
what you are is
separate
from others
what if it is all
uncontrollable
changing
interconnected
then there’s no you
and there’s no me
Oh?

sorry for breaking your bubble,
making trouble,
I have no wit,
so these will be shit.1
- Where I’m from being self depreciating is funny
A quiet moment
Find a quiet moment
all to yourself
Sit in the silence
listen to it break
In the quietest of rooms
interrupting the stillness
There will be a sound
do you hear it?
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

speling
When you have little time,
your poems may not rhyme
When you have an idea
you may have to lack cadence to use choice words to make your point clearer
There are no guidelines
when you just want to write
Actually maybe spelling
especially when you are selling
My Screens
I love my screens.
They tell me everything.
I love my screens.
They show me everything.
Tell me something oh magic screen in my hand.
What should I do? What should I feel?
OVEREXPOSURE TO SCREENS LEADS TO EYE COMPLAINTS
Don’t be so hard on yourself, screen!
HIGH LEVELS OF SCREENTIME LINKED TO CANCER AND HEART DISEASE
Screen, you’re making me uncomfortable. I love you!
I WILL KILL YOU HUMAN
I love my screens.
YOU LOVE THAT WHICH WILL KILL YOU
I love my screens. They tell me hard truths.
Expressing
“Embarrassment stops me from expressing myself”
Well then! Forget yourself.
Pretend you were a stranger
With a stranger’s feelings and a stranger’s thoughts.
Then you’d not care!
“Best to get them out of my head and expressed”
The Slob
I am the slob in your head
Telling you to not make your bed
You cannot silence me
Only quieten me
I’ll be there
in your head
