Sunday, February 28, 2010

Time is a Funny Thing

Friday evening I left home
For a place I hadn't known
The night was long
The sleep was short

Saturday was fun as ever
The moments lasted forever
The day was long
The boredom was short

Sunday morning came soon
And I left for home before noon
The ride was long
Time till school is short!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Happiness and a Snow Delay

I had a pretty good night yesterday,
And no, not quite in that way.
But I went to sleep with a smile
And slept the best I have in a while.

Then I awoke and looked at the clock,
It was past 7. Oh, poppycock!
I'll be late for school, I thought.
And I was right... Not!

It snowed!
It snowed!

There was a late opening for school.
That's coincidentially pretty cool.
I held residual happy from the night before
And I woke up to lots and lots more.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Hmmm... Get the message?

Have you ever tried to give
A message to someone
In semi-public view
And trust that they
Understand what you say?

Sometimes I don't want to live
When a certain one
Doesn't have a clue
And I hope she may
Only understand it someday.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I Can't Write Free Verse

I may try and try to just write some
Free verse poetry
But the lines always decide to group up into stanzas of four
With a rhyme scheme
Or sometimes
But I don't mean the band there
I definitely mean like lines one and four rhyme and lines two and three rhyme
Oh and there's the good old
Where it's just like
Why aren't these just couplets
I mean they're rhyming that way may as well just make them into two separate stanzas
Except no, that's not right, because maybe sometimes the thought flows through those four lines better than two sets of two
And hey look at what I'm doing
I just wrote
Free verse poetry
And you know what
It really wasn't worth it

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The Night Before School

Oh how I dread the alarm
Set for the morn's 6:43.
Would it really do much harm
To start an hour later for me?

Get up, quick shave, put on a shirt and tie,
To look presentable to Discipline Man.
Hop in the car, up Route 1 we fly,
Getting to band as soon as we can.

Then the classes of the day begin,
Some fun, but most not.
That Calculus class is fun as anythin',
Social Justice can go rot.

I can't wait for the day to just end,
But eh, at least I can see each friend.

But no, I really want to finish the day and it hasn't even started yet.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I Was Eating an Orange...

I was eating an orange
On my trip to Blorenge.
What? You say I made up the word?
It's a hill in Wales, not just absurd!

Well on my way, my face turned purple,
As I ran into a giant curple.
That means the ass of a horse!
An ass's ass is called that too, of course!

I reached the hill at the end of the month,
Finishing an orange, my hundred-and-oneth.
You know that one's kinda a word, maybe obsolete,
But you know damn well it made my rhyme complete.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Play Becomes Work

You know, doing this used to be so easy.
But since then, my rhymes are more cheesy,
The poetry doesn't flow out as well,
I have to work so hard, as a talentless shell.

Yes, I realize now I have no knack
For writing poetry to put in my sack.
Instead, I must use brute force
To set the words on the right course.

What if the words rebel, you ask me?
Why the words are already free, you see.
They seem to come and go as they please,
All I do is hope for a reprise

Of past good work, as I force my lines,
Which occasionally work... Sometimes.
Here and there a poem is still good.
Here's hoping for another. Knock on wood.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

On a site with URL
I answer the questions of anonymous persons.
Some of the questions are moderately fun,
While others deserve to be mauled by lions.

So go ahead and ask me your question,
I won't mind at all.
Just be careful of what you mention,
My lions are on call.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

To My Number One Fan

You read all of my work.
Praise and praise come from you,
Unlike each non-reader jerk.
I enjoy your view.

I'm glad to have you read,
And hope to write my best.
Then my poetry will fill your need,
And you never read the rest.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Don't ask, don't tell.
This rule, I know well.

That's why you won't know
Which of the two ways I go.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010


I find myself to be
How do you look at me?
In a couplet:

Far more highly than I deserve.
My life, you always preserve.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Who is this all for?

Am I writing for myself?
Is it important to be read?
I'm not just leaving on a shelf
The goings on of my head.

Do I want it read by you?
Does it matter if there's anyone?
Would you think it's true
If I made an autobiographical one?

This can't be just for me.
My emotions want out.
Yes, I want you all to see.
Anyless would make me shout.