Poetry

Like the little kid who wrote those short stories, I too had a similar writing style. As I grew older, my style began to change and every day I began to write more and more poetry. Junior high was where all the magic happened, but once I entered high school, my poems were silenced as school work took precedence. Before I knew it, I had completely stopped writing poetry, or writing in general for that matter. This is where college reminded me of the magic I could create simply with a pen and paper. My sophomore year of college was where I tapped back into poetry. Sure, there were days where it seemed that no matter how much effort I put into writing, it all turned to crap, but it was worth the days where I could write and have my mind create the following poems.

The Shelter 

She woke up in a different place than where she fell asleep.

He had carried her back in his arms to the shelter.

Puke had made its way down her chin and across her shirt.

He handed her a wet wash cloth a volunteer had given him.

She asked him, “Where are we? What happened?”

He said, “We’re at The Shelter. You got drunk and passed out on a customer.”

She muttered a good boy

as he lay back down on his cot

and wished he had never been born.

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Spring


Spring is my favorite time of year.
Rain sprinkles down on earth, casting
colorful rays of light.
Flowers blossom from meadow to meadow.
Cool breezes send sweet smells my way.
Love is in the air.

I love being in love,
His icy lips will touch mine and suddenly I feel cool.
He brings be fresh bouquets of flowers.
I bask in its beauty and how each flower can be so colorful.
When the clouds cry, we run in the rain.
My favorite time of the year is spring.

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I Met the New Pope Today
(one of my favorite flops of a poem)


I met the new pope today.
He was walking down the street.
I said, “yo Franny, what up?!”
He said “Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Pete!”

I said, “You know my name?
How can this be true?”
He said, “I know everything Pete,
about your mom, your dad, and you.

I looked completely confused
and asked what else he knows.
He said, “I know about rap music,
about the bitches and the hoes.”

I think I like this new pope.
He seems really hip to the beat.
I even asked if he wanted to see a movie.
He said, “Anything for my good friend Pete!”

As I walked away, I shouted,
 “Pick you up a seven?”
He said,”Cross my heart until I die,
And then I’ll just see you in heaven.”

I met the new pope today
as i was walking down the street.
I think we are going to be best friends.
Im glad we got the chance to meet.