sunday poem

i like scruffy books and scruffy shoes
and if i had a dog i'd name him Scruffy too

money poem

If money grew on trees, like leaves,
gimme a strong breeze.
And a rake, please.

annoying poem

your a poem
full of mistakes
every other line
your there
and at the end
your still there.
-_-

third person poem

joanne doesn't like people talking about her in the third person
when she is right next to them

she doesn't like people who talk about themselves in the third person*
especially teachers talking to little kids. that is not fun.

she doesn't like writing about herself in the third person.
she thinks the only things allowed to be written in third person
are resumes or "about the author" sections.
so although this poem just begun,
now it is done.

* but it's ok for elmo

this poem sounds deep

i like to watch the rain hit my window and wash away all the people down below. leaves leave trees and everything becomes blobs and globs and squigglies and yellow and gray jello and basically everything looks the same with or without my glasses on

but when the sun comes out 

things become unbearably clear

pirate poem

The hungry pirate

and his hungry parrot

bought some carrots

to bake a pie.

But the hungry parrot

ate all the carrots

and the pirate
had to bake a new pie.

It was so delicious,

no one was suspicious

of that light and feathery
parrot pie.

another poem about poetry

Words sit

on the tip

of my tongue.

They linger

on my lips.

When suddenly…

Clickety click,

They leave through

my finger tips.

i decided to write a poem today

when words
make a rhythm
from my heart
to my head
to my hands
as i write,
i'm glad
that my heart
is beating
alright
becauseif yousee somethinglike this itmeans i amhaving aheartattackhelp

resurrection

Time to resurrect my blog! I can still write in sentences but I can hardly write in paragraphs anymore. Some things that have replaced paragraphs: comics, videos, photos, lists, memes, posts and statuses. Hopefully i can write a longer paragraph tomorrow!