Toilet paper, green beans Mushrooms and blue jeans

Don’t forget to vacuum granny’s room Hi love please may you buy a can of doom

Yes I would love to come for lunch How to give your French fries an extra crunch

Quick easy recipes How to get rid of flies and flees

Correct way to hold tongs Top 100 pop songs

Hey siri play the new Ariana Grande album Tips to reduce excess sebum

Set a timer for thirty seconds Synonym for the word beckons

Hi Mark I’m on my way Craft ideas made out of paper mache

Choose a new route from Kloof to Westville Different adaptations of Jack and Jill

I’m here please may you open the gate Dinner ideas for my next date

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 win this game It’s gonna be a close one One more round to choose a winning name

And… looks like I’m the winner of this game!

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 birds stop singing, Dammit all to hell, the bloody phone is ringing! I set my pen and pad aside to hit ignore, And smash my phone to bits against the hardwood floor.

Now, I shall continue, Perhaps this time I’ll finish, Anything that tries to stop me, I must promptly diminish. For this will be the poem that shows you just how special you are, For fuck sake, it’s the repo man! He’s taking my fucking car!

Roses are red, violets are blue, Gotta go, bitch, My car is more important than you!

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 you stop talking and talking

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, “Give me five more minutes, Mom, my poem's not complete.”

Your laughter's like a melody, it dances in my head, Hang on, the TV's blaring, something on the news they spread. They say it's just a commercial, but my thoughts, they're in a mess, I'll turn that thing off later, for now, I must confess.

Your voice, it's like a sonnet, it rhymes with my own heart, Oh, gotta feed the dog, I'll make it a quick start. But love, you're my inspiration, my poem's nearly through, In this world of interruptions, my love for you rings true.

…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’m hungry…

click here to feed the poet 🥣

thank you very much kind hooman for feeding the hungry poet

may the writing gods bless you so you never get writers block again

...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, she says that we've got chemistry (I think I'm failing chemistry). I need flashcards to hold a conversation, She wants a boyfriend, (Could I be your boyfriend?) She doesn't even know I'm a boy.

I told her I write poems in my free time. She asks to see them, I say I haven't had a lot of free time lately, so she can't see her name in all the titles.

Fossil fuels and petrol fumes, my mum won't let me walk home from school, but if she did I think I'd text you even while crossing the road. (I don't even have her Snap.) On second thoughts, that might be why I'm not allowed to walk.

Maybe if I'd been born a boy this wouldn't be so hard, or maybe it's inherent how untouchable she is, or maybe I have heart problems or brain problems or an ear infection.

(shit, what if she likes girls?) (wait no, she sees me as a girl.) (shit, what if she likes boys?) (wait, that's a bloody good thing.) (shit, is she aroace?) (no, she just doesn't like 𝓂𝑒.)

Ego explosion, imploding again. She says that it seems I don't have many friends. I wanna be a pretty boy (I think you're such a gorgeous girl), Could a girl like you like a boy like me with no social skills or football skills or relationship skills or drawing skills or any skills at all?

There's paint on my phone screen and my notes app is glitching, I'm neglecting my homework but I don't really care. There's a fly on my window who reminds me of me: always buzzing, never moving, stuck and never satisfied, and I bet that he's thinking of another special fly he'd love to kiss.

(What the fuck are you on about?)

That last bit got away from me, so sincerest apologies from Victor himself, I'm rambling, rambling, on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... and on...

I wonder if she ever thinks about me.

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 his strength, unmatched, despite the road. He faced the rough waves, with unwavering might, Always choosing his best, even in the darkest night.

And oh, the love he gave, endlessly deep, A reservoir so vast, its depths we cannot keep. Without reserve, he poured affection into my soul, His love an ocean, where my spirit found its role.

His legacy lives on, in my heart and mind, A gift of inspiration, forever intertwined. Though his physical presence may be no more, In my journey, his love I'll forever explore.

And as I pedal through the cycles of my life, The bicycle he bestowed, with strength and strife, I'll remember his smile, his laughter divine, With each turn of the wheels, his presence will shine.

For he was more than a father, he was a guide, Whose love and lessons in my heart reside. Though his loss took a toll, like a heavy weight, His spirit ignites me, propelling me forward, never late.

So, dear friend, take solace in memories sweet, They are the tapestry that time cannot deplete. Your dad's love woven through every thread, A beacon of light that will forever lead.

May the passing of your dad be a reminder profound, To cherish the moments, let your love resound. Though he is gone, his love will always be, A boundless force that connects you and me.

Eight, six, ten, nineteen The star and sun the same one Golden one’s ok