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                                                                                                1994

 

Ain’t Life Crazy

(printed in Lafayette High School paper “Imprint”)

 

Ain’t life crazy?

I think it’s quite unfair,

when you sit in a blue wheelchair.

 

Some people might think I’m the happiest person on earth,

but they don’t know the real truth.

 

I’m sick of feeling sorrow.

Is there any happiness to borrow?

 

I know people sometimes feel this way,

but I feel this almost everyday.

 

Ain’t life crazy?

I think it’s quite unfair,

when you sit in a blue wheelchair.

 

I see happy couples each day.

Will I ever be able to feel that way?

 

If God really does care,

maybe there’s someone for me out there!

 

Why do I have to feel this way,

why can’t it all just go away?

 

Ain’t life crazy?

I think it’s quite unfair,

when you sit in a blue wheelchair.

 

I know this is what life’s about,

but it still makes me want to pull my hair out.

 

Don’t feel sorry for me.

That would be like trying to drink the sea.

 

Ain’t life crazy?

I think it’s quite unfair,

when you sit in a blue wheelchair.

 

                                                                                                4/29/05

 

Why me?

(I think) Published at:

www.poetryamerica.com

Expressions

ISBN: (0-9743429-7-1)

 

I’m just a visitor here

I don’t really belong here

I feel as time goes by year by year.

 

I try and try to do something right,

But in the end it’s not worth the fight.

 

I don’t know why people want you to try,

When in the end all I feel like I should cry.

 

How much more rejection can one person take?

It not just from one,

but all of Society,

makes me feel like I am one big mistake.

 

All I want to do is contribute,

but it’s such a joke,

because I can’t even take care of myself.

 

I thought by now I’d fit in.

How wrong was I,

when will I learn,

it’s just

not

in the cards

for me?

 

So what I’m I to do?

The only thing left to,

accept that I’m just a spectator.

Some helpless thing,

that nobody should get their hopes for.

 

                                                                                                1995

 

Caterpillar

 

Crawling and creeping every inch,

As though he had not a care in the world.

The top of the tree, is where he wants to be,

Eating those luscious leafs.

Round and rolling,

Putting all his effort,

Into stuffing his face.

Loving every minute of it!

Life is short,

And so is he,

Riding on a leaf of a tree!

 

                                                                                                1994

 

My Thoughts

 

My thoughts like a flower,

in the spring fresh and free,

in the winter withered and depressing.

 

My the thoughts are like a car,

sometimes racing fast,

sometimes going nowhere.

 

My thoughts are like songs,

sometimes sweet and uplifting,

sometimes bitter and sorrowful.

 

My thoughts are like school books,

sometimes I understand them,

sometimes they are mind boggling.

 

My thoughts are like rain,

sometimes cool and refreshing,

sometimes cold and harsh.

 

My thoughts are like the wind,

always whipping around unpredictably.

 

                                                                                                1995

Rumpelstiltskin 

 

A girl could spin gold.

A girl was told to spin gold,

for the King.

 

A girl got locked up for,
the King wanted more,

shiny gold.

 

But the girl had lied,

and oh how she cried,

to get out.

 

Until a little man,

came into the plan,

to help her.

 

A girl did not morn,

when she offered her first born,

to the little man.

 

Along came the day,

when she had to pay,
the little man.

 

She was torn,

and set out to get her first born,

back from the little man.

 

A girl gave a squeal,

when she heard of a deal,

to get her baby back.

 

They played a long game,

of trying to guess his name,

with no clue.

 

A bird flew into her ear,

telling quite clear,

the little man’s name.

 

Saying it without a care,

He then jumped into the air,

and vanished!

 

Silly Bird Poem

 

Why oh why me?

I’m stuck in a tree

 

Help me I’m falling,

it’s you I’m calling.

 

I try but you can’t hear me,

please don’t say that you hear me

 

That’s not what I want to hear,

get out of here.

 

Hey little bird,

don’t you lay a turd.

 

I see your little eggs,

I wish I had your cock-eyed legs.

 

You fly so high,

into the pockadoted sky.

 

You remind me of jelly,

flying through the sky on your belly.

 

Watch out for that beebee,

for it’s going to hit thee.

 

Uh oh it’s to late,

this didn’t happen by fate.

 

He got you,

poo poo.

 

Hey you down there,

it’s me up in the air.

 

Don’t be afraid of me,

I’m down on bended knee.

 

It’s time for me to go,

it was nice knowing you ho.

 

 

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