A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...