Here is just a short chronological list of poems I have written: (______________________ marks end of stanza) Here I sit all alone feeling as obsolete as a man all grown Waiting for someone to come in. I miss all my friends all locked up and moaning like dogs left alone. Wanting someone to find me and put me to use, for writing for young children again. SWISH go the markers on the white board, The loading BEEP of the smartboards. No longer the smell of chalk in the room long forgotten. I long to have the feeling and noise of chalk on me again A chalkboard. Long ago I started out firm without any concerns I didn’t expect it but soon I felt many burns The torture had just begun _________________ I have been parched I have been drenched, But the torture never ends _________________ I have been crushed under tons Many pass me by with shuns I’ve been nearly everywhere _________________ I have always been followed to my dismay From Alaska to Nebraska to anywhere near and far The torture follows even after the final day _________________ I’ve been thrown at surfaces People step on my face I am the lowest among men _________________ This cycle never ends I have no time for sentiment Such is my lot as sediment Bang! Bang! Another person falls to the dust His comrade runs over to meet a similar fate Their faces go pale at a fast as lightning rate Soon their guns will begin to rust _________________ I watch and scoff as others fight for naught Their leaders’ greed to appease Their stupidity is a tease Soon they will all rot _________________ This is pointless Blood spilt for no cause This fight I give applause I started this and I feel shameless _________________ I am indestructible Love is my bane The world is my claim All men are corruptible _________________ People play me like a game Their souls they do sell Welcomed to Hell They will hate my name _________________ I am the lost one The brother fallen behind The one who makes hearts blind Though the Beloved hath won _________________ All skirmishes start because of my aggressiveness I plague all imperfect beings None but God is free from my dealings My name is Selfishness
Your pretty good at this honestly, my poetry is this: 'Roses are red, violets are blue i like fried chicken and you should too'
