Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…

I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…