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My brain hurts.
In sync.
With itself.
I could be…
Inside.
With no windows.
But they give me a window anyway.
My heart sits.
When I am screaming.
But also not doing anything.
I wish that,
I could knock over the glass vase.
That is silent as me.
My arms are weak.
I can’t give myself a push.
On the swing.
That promises to come back to me.
But it is too tiring for now.
Your
Brain hurts for no reason.
The reasons you force yourself to cry about.
Are not funny.
But you are.
Your heart sits patiently.
Seemingly not doing much.
The silence.
Is a whirling, unique silence.
Your arms are weak…
From doing push ups.
There are no enemies.
Just the carpeted floor with a mat on it.
There are no enemies.
Just you.
What is it with my cat?
She walks around
Tail in the air
She is so proud
I know that she thinks
She has a mind
Planning and scheming
How can she bug me today?
What can she do today?
“Is that book ready to be knocked to the floor?”
“Should I knock over that hot cup of coffee?”
“That should wake him from his nap.”
I know that she plans against me
Even her “meow” tells me to beware
I look at her eyes
Black with just a touch of gold
They hide evil
They show how much I should fear.
She is not my pet
She never has been
I am her prisoner and she knows what she can do
She knows how to keep control
She knows that I am her pet
Form:
I’m playing Jenga, at a social group. At a social group, playing Jenga I’m. The best block to take out is the middle one — not an absolute, but two left either side sounds solid. Two left either side sounds solid — the best block to take out is the middle one, not an absolute. We are playing for a photoshoot for the social group’s new website, so I purposely remove a crucial block to knock over the tower. For the social group’s new website to knock over the tower, I remove purposely a crucial block, so we are playing for a photoshoot. The photographer wasn’t ready, though. Though, the photographer wasn’t ready. Twice, we’ve rebuilt the tower so he could get a photo of it falling. So he could get a photo of it falling, we’ve rebuilt the tower twice. He didn’t get the shot the time second. The second time, he didn’t get the shot. Third time lucky. Lucky time third.
After the Jengaful afternoon, we wish each other a nice eve. We wish each other a nice eve, after the Jengaful afternoon. Words fall as water, then Jenga into towers.
As water, words fall.
As Jenga, words tower.
wait for me don't leave me yet..don't
get on the train yet.
I run into countless people to get you.
please wait for me,will you wait for me.
I'm sorry about me and you,
I care for you,and i won't let you go this
time.
I will cherish you.I made a big mistakes in
my,
I don't want to lose you now,
I'll be there,don't you worry.
you wait at the train station waiting on the train.
you wait for me to see if I will ever come for you.
I think in my mind,I can't lose you now.
I remembered the tears in your eyes,
and said that you hated me.
and you said that didn't care for me anymore..
why did I hurt her feelings,why did I do it.
and now she's leaving on a train and I will never
see her again.
she still waits for me,as the train come nears soon
in 20 mins.
I'm almost there,I can't stop.please wait for me.
I come near the train pops out of no where.
she getting to board on the train.
I run and knock over people looking for her.
I fall down and everyone boards on and leave.
I got back up and look at the train and said,
I'm sorry and say goodbye.
I turn around and said its you,she said to me
you came for me,but why.I said to her I care
for you and love you
she smiled and kissed me and held my hand.
Pen and paper in hand, words swirling in my head,
Working on my big essay, Sounds and Whispers, and planning.
Buzz, crash, drip, pop, whoosh, splash, bang!
Startling me, what are those sounds?
A phantom mouse, maybe, hiding under my desk.
I’m sure I heard a squeak.
Jumping up, I knock over my cup—splash, it crashes to the floor.
I gasp, arms flailing; my elbow hits a box perched on the shelf,
My eyes follow it, mid-air, SLAM—
The box hits the desk, BOOM.
I stifle a scream, peering at the phantom mouse scurrying around.
I sigh—my heart races.
Thump, thump! Like a jackhammer.
Wet shoes, making SQUELCHING sounds and slipping as I go.
Buzzing, like a tiny plane,
Just as I grab the handle,
A big, black horsefly lands on my hand,
I try to shoo it away—
But SMACK! SMACK! SQUISH!
Crossing the threshold to safety,
That squeak returns; the not-so-phantom mouse, is closing in on me.
Crack, crack and pop, pop, I run,
Chunky little legs carrying me
Out of this nightmare — fast.
Wouldn't it be great to win a small prize,
So I can restock my stationery supplies.
I first write it down,then I type it up
I make lots of mistakes, then I rip it up.
Just when I think I've got it just right,
I knock over my coffee,
It's been one hell of a night.
At last it's all finished,
I've got a pile in the bin
If I don't win a prize,I will pack it all in.
I don't need a lot, just paper and ink,
Oh and a litre of correction fluid I think.
Now I'm going to the post,
I say this with a smirk,
If I can win a little prize
It's got to be easier than work.
If you think this is a begging letter,
Of that there is no doubt
If I could say I've won a prize,
I would have something to shout about!
without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office
The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021
You've heard of me.
You've seen me around.
I nest in cabins, garages, sheds,
Trailer parks, abandoned buildings,
Even on your attic.
I'm not as cuddly as I look,
So don't come near me,
Or dare try to pet me;
You'll get a nasty bite on your finger!
Yes, I'm quite temperamental
And ferocious.
I'm a pest and a half
Who have invaded
almost every habitat you can imagine.
I'm a havoc-wreaker
Who does damage to gardens,
Crops and poultry;
I even knock over trash cans
while scavenging for food.
I hunt both on land and in water,
Munching on insects, fruits, nuts,
Mice, fish, frogs, turtles, etc.
I have gray fur, a ringed tail,
Black stripes on my face,
Long dexterous fingers
That can twist knobs and open doors.
I'm solitary and nocturnal.
I'm a Raccoon.
Date written: 11/14/2021
Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
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Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.
Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.
Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!
And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!
Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.
In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on
speed.
This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST