(2014)
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…
I saw the troll That lived under the bridge But he wasn’t scary not one smidge His hair was greasy And teeth all jagged
Yes I am that monster That lives within the lake It’s sad when no one believes you’… No matter how many pictures that y… I’ll pose for every photo
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous
I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”
Stack your Problems Up real High Stack
My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed
So I tried to talk to that girl t… But not a single word could be fou… So I decided to just go out back And bury my head in the ground
His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”
You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
