Relatable Poems

Patty Master

Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!

Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each patty cooked with extra thrill.

He loves his job, he’s full of cheer,
But he’s messy, and sometimes weird.
With cheese and buns, he’s set to go,
Serving up patties with a big hello!

Bikini

How To Disappear Without Dying

Step one
Smile like stitches not for joy
Just tight enough to hold you in
The kind of smile that never aches
But keeps your mouth from spilling

Step two
Speak after everyone has left
Let words fall where no one looks
Your voice belongs to empty rooms
Where no one asks or stays too long

Step three
Move quiet through morning fog
Become the blur behind

Teardrops And Coffee-Stains

At 
the bottom 
of every corner store 
and coffee shop mug, 

there is a collection of 
teardrops and coffee-stains.

Waiting 
to be gathered 
so they can write 
their stories in indelible 
ink.

Catching Constellations Like Fireflies

If I could 
catch the stars 
in a mason jar would 
it be enough to 
prove myself? 

I 
don't 
want 
to 
be 
here 
anymore. 

I want to be up in space 
where all of the fireflies reside. 

They
don't 
care
if 
I'm 
not 
good 
enough.

The Looney At The Wishing Well

I spend most of my
days at the wishing
well, tossing in loose 
coins and spare change.

One wish for them,
one wish for me,
one wish for them,
one wish for me.

Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for myself is to
keep the cash flow
coming in.

Only thing I ever ask
God or the universe
for everybody else is
world peace and 
maybe just

Rise

Pain hits us like a bullet 
Suffocating us with every few breaths we take 
Hit me with rock
Poison my roots
Burn me to ashes 
But like a phoenix I will rise
Rise from the crippling pain of the burning ashes around me

I will rise like the sun does every
Shoot your bullets
Try to annihilate me with every curse

10 cents to a penny

anxiety eats me alive
right down to the core
where my soul and mind meet
it’s always at war
it’s rotten, decaying 
losing worth like a dime
10 cents to a nickel 
a penny, with time
the gut wrenching feeling
won’t go away
for better or for worse 
push though day by day
but how can i live 
with this knife in my chest
it’s

Hey

In case I never write another poem again,
here's what I've been thinking

I've had a rough time wrestling 
with the rigid grooves inside
my red hard, head -
heading nowhere really,
getting no place clearly,
drearily coming to a head -
where spine meets brain
and runs its creviced terrain
it spent too many hours of my life
building.
Beautiful though, isn't it?
All of it

Horror Show

he said its not all men,
but whilst that is true,
why would you pick this precise moment to make it about you,
it's not all men,
but it's almost always someone we know,
every woman has something she can contribute to the horror show,
whether that's crossing the street because there's a man behind us,
or sitting with a jacket over

Biggest blessing or biggest lesson?

My heart is cold.
“Time is the healer of hearts” so I’ve been  told.
With arms crossed, and an open heart. The story unfolds.
Before me lies a ditch, one that I lie in.
‘Biggest blessing or biggest lesson?’
The ditch I cry in.
‘Biggest blessing or biggest lesson?’
The ditch I confide in.
‘Biggest blessing or biggest lesson?’
The ditch I thrive

Overthink

There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.

She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.

She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.

I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I

Collective Nouns- English Makes No Sense

Collective nouns, what do you mean?
Let me present-
A gaggle of geese,
A moose and some meese,
A tuft of grass,
And a band of thieves,
A fleet of ships,
And a flock of sheep
A flock of sheep?
Well, if the goose is geese,
geese are a gaggle,
moose is meese,
So, why is it not a shoop and a sheep?
ENGLISH! I think I might

Balony Polony Phony

I may host a contest? For the most politically correct here
On the theme of playing monopoly, with fake money
Is that legal btw ? I'm sure there will be some interesting
Entrys.'
Place all comments in the box below.'

Untitled

You were a weed that grew in my garden 
Your throws grew, climbing up slowly-
 Sharp enough, you penetrate my rose. 
You took away everything that was pure and beautiful. 
You swallowed my garden whole.
Now all that grows here is false beauty-
An emptiness created- 
A barren land and a layer of dust reminding me of

Mind Marbles

Racing, racing, racing…
Begins when the covers engulf me
In the lunar blackness
Where small sounds groan
Oh I’ve bested you, my friend!
Wait, that argument was four days ago
Fear, is death
For he who fails to
Act on ambition
Out of fear, dies
An inch with each waning
The Marble Faun
How did Faulkner conjure such
A picturesque title?
But what does it mean?
Racing, racing, racing…
Few hundred

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