I play a game on my phone

As I try to write this poem

Whoop! My turn again

Aw man! The game is over

I think of what to write over here

Oh, wait! Two player game

I think I’m trying too hard here

But don’t we all wish to write for fame?

Okay, now I’m ahead of my opponent

So back to writing this

I’m terrible with multitasking

But will I ever stop? I wish

Okay, now it’s my turn again

Time to ...

Lying in bed all alone, late at night,

Wishing you were still here, so I could hold you tight.

Scruffy, get down! Stop licking me!

I’m trying to write this poem, can’t you see?

I turn back to my paper with a furrowed brow,

Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now.

Thinking about the day you left me all alone,

Crying, wondering if you’ll ever come back home.

Without you, skies are gray, and the ...

Shoot I spilled my Orange Juice

GAH! Now it’s on my laces

Guess they’re have to stay loose

I’ll grab a piece of toast

Now the post is covered in juice

As well as my hand

And the post fell into the sand

I think I’ll start over and go back to bed

There’s no way I can mess up banana bread...

You keep talking and talking

But I can’t do all these functions

My heart tells me no

God, how embarrassing too

Fuck these dishes are insane

Oh I want to paint

Something like a near death experience

She called again,

I need to listen to my friends

But you keep talking and talking

Can’t get everything done

I’ll pop these energy combusted

Pills that turn off my attachments , feeling the none

Now ...

I'm thinking about your eyes, so deep and oh so brown,

But wait, a text just dinged, it's Katherine in the town.

She's asking ‘bout that movie’, the one we talked about,

I'll just tell her ‘later,’ my love poem's in a doubt.

The way you smile at me, it makes my heart take flight,

Oh, Mom's calling for dinner, “Are you coming, alright?”

But I'm in the middle of this verse, expressing love so sweet...

…a little crazy.

that’s normal, right?

we all have our days

where

tonight as light

streaks across the sky

the stars

bloom into flowers

of many different colors

lavender, violet, cinnamon

cinnamon isn’t a color

but it very well good be

with its district taste

and bright feel

ohhhhhh noooooo now I’m hungry

cHiCkEn nOoDLe sOuP

IF YOU DON’T FEED THE POET, BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN >:(

…please?

I’...

...Me A Girlfriend (She Doesn't Know I Exist)

3 weeks in.

Coloured pencils shorter than my pinky,

paintbrush bristles, soap in your toothpaste,

Lovejoy through the speakers like an alien attack,

but I know every little creature by the look in their eyes.

Jared's been on opened for eleven working days.

Breathe

and for once you forget she exists.

3 weeks behind

and my sketchbook's still a mess,

...

In the realms of life, a somber tale unfolds,

Of a father's passing, of emotions untold.

A wonderful soul, with a heart so pure,

Leaving a void, one that will endure.

He was a man, both smart and funny,

His presence bringing light, like rays of sunny.

He knew everything about everything, it seemed,

A wealth of wisdom, like a man who dreamed.

Through life's trials, he carried a heavy load,

But hi...

Eight, six, ten, nineteen

The star and sun the same one

Golden one’s ok...

Her lips slip like perfume under waiting stars

I’m trying to trigger up a romance here

While walking out the door

While looking for my mind

My child’s mind scattered into branching limbs

There was something that I wanted

Oh yes

To tell her

Eyes sparkled a soul like distant meadow flower garden; her goodness radiates like heaven café- a place I actually been!

So perfect and strangely bespok...