(2014)
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
My shadow and I Once played hide and go seek I closed both eyes Not once did i peek I counted to the highest number
He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking
It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick
I climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
Stack your Problems Up real High Stack
Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip
I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
whats that you say I cant read lips Oh wait I’m blind Sometimes Even I forget
