Summer Summer
What a Bummer
It has to end
and it makes me sad
I go back to school
and do real bad.

It Is Dark

I once held light in my heart
It imploded
I once had hope in my heart
It eroded
I smiled once in my heart
Now I'm frowning
Once love thrived in my heart
Now I'm drowning
The darkness spreads
In my chest
The murky black seeps
It makes a nest
I can't breathe
It hurts to think
I can't dream
It pushes(me)to the brink
I once was loved
Now it's lost
I once was loved
At what cost?

It is dark.

was sitting in the Sous chef's office earlier tonight and wrote this, was depressed. here's what I wrote on a post it note.
Dying for yesterday
Crying at the mistakes I made
Wanting another chance
To get to the big dance
Thinking of times gone past
God, I wish, not so fast

Pantry Poem #2 "Standing Here Doing Dishes"

Standing Here Doing Dishes
thinking of my top wishes
One is her
Two is that
I really wish I could wear a hat
Fix my car
Clean my room
I don't want to sweep
but I'm getting the broom
Chef yells
I jump
or our heads
we will bump
where's that raise
I get no praise
maybe they'll grow out of that phase?
Work is hard
but life is swell
most wish they could eat so well
But still I think
of dreams and wishes
Standing Here, Doing Dishes
__________________
Pipboy2000, Supreme Allied Commander UVCDF

My Goodbye Poem

Sifting through the ashes, the product of one fell swoop
Finding joy and happiness, drifting further away, feeling less familiar.
Whatever hope there was, of righting the wrongs,
Staying alive, is gone.

Slipping away, with tired fingers grasping for substance.
He’s falling into the hole we’ll all visit one day.

Even now, as I lay down on my bed, it feels like my grave.
Even know, I know that I am dying.

It’s hard to open my eyes, face the world, and touch reality.
I’m weary of this struggle, and anxious to see what lies beyond eternity.

Here's my Chest,
Wanna see the Rest?
I'm a stud,
don't think I'm a dud.
I'm real fine,
and I'm mine all mine!

A Meop.
*lights a candle* *begins snapping*
Entitled "Woot"
Chocolate.
Thou Art.
Shibby.

Sand

I am a chicken,
I eat Sand.

It helps me digest,
as I graze the land.

I am a chicken,
I squawk and squawk.

I am a chicken,
I don't speak English...


*cluck cluck cluck*,
*cluck cluck cluck*

*cluck cluck cluck*,
*cluck cluck sand.*

Summer

Summer Summer
What a Bummer
It has to end
and it makes me sad
I go back to school
and do real bad.