Strange People
The giant woman with huge feet
The hairy man with shiny teeth
The couple with a hundred cats
The man struck by lightning three times
The child with a window collection
The woman who starves her two kids
The man with a hoarding problem
The black racist with all white neighbors
The woman who lies constantly
The woman who got abducted twice
The couple who research strange rocks
The person you walk by in the store
The people you never see or feel
They want to know you forever
You see them but you lock the door
The strange people will find me strange
Wondering why I keep to myself
What does she do in there all the time
Does she even do anything for herself
Where does she like to go all the time
Does she not like the strange people
Great as Cheese
How dare they running around
In those small outfits looking
Great as cheese and crackers
While I enjoy my second maple
Bar with chocolate milk
Pickled Olives
The words were backwards they
Said ran around in fifteen million
Pieces to where they were going
Into the red and blue dresses
Were never here or there
Can you believe I am not
Someone you can trust because
I am a totally big thief and
Were you ever a place of
A thousand drums dancing
In the wind with showers
Of pickled olives and even
The fascinating eggs of delicious
People who eat them daily
They were there trying to eat my
Flesh and pretend I was a mean
Quake of sand turning into tornadoes
The mind
Mannerisms, their look, the
Way they walk, the actions
They do, those they hang with,
The things they’re interested in,
The shows they watch, the
Friends they have or don’t have,
The small little indicators or
Glimpses into ones life is
Nothing compared to what’s
Really on their mind
For all I know my
Friend has two wives, my brother
Loves pink unicorns, my dog
Can read my thoughts, my
Mom hears voices or the
Guy at the store sold everything
For drugs
You can’t see their mind
But you pick up things as
Time goes by indicating
Their life but I want to be
Optimistic thinking maybe
They’re from Saturn
Not Alone With This One
Looking around cautiously I ask does my belly stick out
This t-shirts so tight what was I thinking about
These pants are too long for my stubby legs
My thighs are bulging like crackling big eggs
This hairs so awful I can’t even do that much
My overhanging skin has such a real weird touch
My teeth are yellow today they always seemed so nice
Those two small pimples turned to miniature mice
My nails are infested with germs unknown to man
Oh great another hot flash I need my blowing fan
My favorite shorts ripped getting up once again
I forgot what I was doing and where I have been
My my my I keep asking what’s next in my world
Just as I say that my cat just disturbingly hurled
One bean in chili
I grew up to be a star
No One’s equivalent to me by far
People try to be like me
I’m just another big pine tree
Don’t ask me to be your bud
Unless you are some sexy stud
I really like it when people smile
Always gives ‘em an extra mile
So please don’t ever give me slack
Or give me candy and a six pack
Peelings
When you bring a man down
to his lowest that man
can get all the juice
sucked out of him dry
then he’ll be peeled with
the potato skins, watermelon
bowls and the green leaves
that turned brown. Watch
out though- the juice can
get in your eyes, smell
your skin or be
obviously dry.
People as presents
look good on outside but
sometimes
what’s inside isn’t
what you expected,
wanted, overpriced,
old (already used),
baggage, too perfect,
broken, worn in,
too big, too small,
wrong size, too much
tape, different wrapping,
nice size or shape but not
for me in
particular,
but the empty box
is worse
Periods of Exhaustion
Blood from the insides seems profoundly strange
Creators of this wonder were way out of range
Tempers do rise to the maximum over boil
No matter the situation one probably will spoil
Volcanoes of eruptions explode all over ones face
Nothing can hide them, not even the best makeup base
Feeling like a whale so over bloated and big
Eating everything in sight like porky the pig
You cry over anything and get way depressed
For seven long days you don’t want to get dressed
Cramps are the worst you can barely even walk
Your spouse thinks you’re faking thinking it’s a bunch of crock
Heavenly you feel when you’re free from gush and pain
Wearing cool undies because you know you won’t stain
It’s an overall feeling of comfort and freedom
Period powers know well that you barely have beat ‘em
Repeats
a certain pattern
emerged where you’d unconsciously
notice gradual things
becoming so samenessy
déjà vu became all too
real and familiar- repeats of
sayings, doings or
even shows- an
all too unreal type
of life became dreadful
‘this one again’ creeped up
like the spider webs
miraculously blossoming
at the corner- reasons
needed to be answered of
this repetitiveness- seems
like this very
question has been asked
already- or has it?
Rich
The men. They’ll try to cut you
down. Use you over and over
like you’re their favorite
underwear. Spit your conscious
into a dirty drain full of
well breeding rats.
You engage in a look but
worse you made friendly
talk. Suddenly they’re the
man whipping out all the
smooth moves one more
hideous than the next. This
isn’t happening.
You smooth the edges. You
slow down your uncomfortability
manipulative too- feeding on my
vulnerability and lack of any
Confidence. What can a girl do.
I ask if he’s rich.
SANE
At last I know that I’m okay
I’m not crazy, insane or in dismay
My heads all together-- I think real clear
There’s no mistake-- I didn’t touch no beer
I have no clue why you say I’m rattled
Strong I fight-- many I’ve battled
Go on ahead and say that I lost it
With that nose in the air you’ll fall in a pit
Scream
You can’t expect a very young
child to keep still for a long
time
You can’t commit suicide every
time something goes wrong
You can’t force anyone to
love you- genuinely anyway
You can’t torcher others
because of your self pity
You can’t expect perfection all
the time
You can’t lose it completely
because you’re old
You can’t scream at me just
because your lungs are great
You just can’t
Ok go head- Scream! Let it out
but not at me directly
then I’ll cry emotionally, then
I’ll scream at someone else
circling this screaming junk
Shoes
A girl can’t have one or even two for that matter
Shoes help me as a woman climb up any tall ladder
They come in all varieties and shades of colors
It really matters little when speaking of dollars
A girl like me will eat less for the greatest damn shoes
Boys are so stubborn and have absolutely no clues
My tennies, flops, sandals and even my high heeled gold finds
Takes me somewhere else where I do my magical unwinds
I’ll try on every nice shoe just to find THE perfect pair
Matching my outfit or my bra and tempting underwear
I’ll jog in the comfy ones and wear the hooker clogs to bed
Throwing away shoes out of force is what I always dread
No shoe I’ve owned has ever murdered my cute feet
But only brought nice comfort through coldness and heat
Small Talk
I can see people right in
front of me
but I get no vibes from
them
it all gets imbalanced and
misunderstood
I hear them talking but
its hot air
they asked me something
but I left mentally before
they started
in my head I’m on my knees
begging and asking
God- WHY?!?!
figured this puzzle out
though- this person
talking on and on loves
himself more than anyone
hope my disinterest wasn’t
so captain obvious-
like he’d care
Smart
They’re chosen for a reason
Committing little or no treason
Using their brain with light
Hardly ever short of delight
Constant challenges they do demand
Or gruesomely bored with nothing to stand
Seen as eccentric they’re far from odd
Offering valuable tidbits of entertainment abroad
Specific
Build a map of exactly
where it’d be- pinpoint
with arrows of the
exact spot of where it’d
be down to the very wire
Telling a guy of where
its going to be is such
a science for them
You have to be exactly precise
of where it is or they’ll
never find it
Better yet just get up and get it
to save a fight
If he’s on the phone asking
on the other line explain how
you don’t know where it is
and be adamant because
that saves you from
World War III and a
Headache
Teepee Pink
Scraping up courage I decided to build
A place I built with knowledge I skilled
A teepee so pink that you’d see a mile away
Plus so beautiful that everyone’s asking to stay
So uniquely fresh even I the great am impressed
Of my own handiwork showing yes I am blessed
Look at this ancestors not only you were all talent
But I thy holiness- the great me so reliant
There are Others
why is little writing not interesting like mine?
I capture everything like delicate wine
my words flow together like water and stream
even elegant dancers or a powerful team
wait I am stubborn there’s many out there
who write with emotion or free flowing hair
They
Who are they to say I’m not gay
Who are they to say I should not pray
Who are they to tell me what to do
Who are they to tell me what is true
Who are they to give me directions
Who are they to give me congestions
Who are they to cross me down
Who are they to cross me frown
Who are they to tear me up low
Who are they to tear me down flow
Who are they to talk above my head
Who are they to talk like I am dead
Who are they to cut in my lane
Who are they to cut in my insane
Who are they to me does not matter
Who are they to me just causes clatter
Think Damnit
I think I’m smart
The world is dumb
I think I’m beautiful
The world is ugly
I think I’m skinny
The world is fat
I think I’m normal
The world is weird
I think I’m sane
The world is insane
I think I’m honest
The world is deceptive
I think too much
The world doesn’t
Three types
Those with eyes
Those without eyes
Those who need eyes
You can remove blindfolds
Blind for life you’re unchanting whispers
Then again eyes in your hair does no good
Tic clock time goes
A clock unticked can serve little toc
Unplugged or no batteries away it shall walk
Minutes happen quick but the seconds even quicker
Every hour of the day can get overbearingly thicker
You look quite often at the magical made piece
Often even pondering the wrist watch found niece
Time and time again it shall forever keep ticking
Some continue in heaven and many others keep kicking
Clockwork of events seem to repeat over and again
Carefully look at your clock and realize where you’ve been
Value your time while you see the minutes go around
Enthrust every moment with detailed found sound
To Colors
To Red is to Blush
To blue is to Faint
To orange is to roll
To green is to tree
To yellow is to sour
To purple is to grape
To colors is to rainbow
Uh oh
Period stains so big its like a red moon on my ass
They saw me pick my nose with green goop of mass
My deadly silencer was a chicken farm gone bad
My clothing attire is inappropriately weird mad
I tripped from my feet I barely made it back up
In the middle of the speech I knocked over my cup
Red kool-aid down my clothes they’ll think I’m only six
Black rocks between my teeth I need a couple picks
So much “uh oh” there’s more than meets the eye
I need to fix my undies up the crack they surely pry
All About Smell
You wake up to the smell of a turd in your lips
Then you wash the mans toothpaste off your back n’ hips
Perfuming and cologning to attract more lakes of fish
Hoping they’ll join you in plenty of nice dish
Outsides fresh air with it springing your lungs
Rose bushes are colorful and scented with mouthwash tongues
You sweat on your jog and melt away old flesh
In the clothes line sheets you feel mountain fresh
Arrogance
when you think
the world is better
than your supposed
two kidney sized beans
of a brain than those of
the bugs you eat then
your arrogance is
Distasteful
Babies
Fresh as flowers they’re innocently cute
In your arms they rid the world of dispute
Toys to the sky because they’re bored in a second
Nothing is tiny because in the mouth it’ll reckon
Bad Tooth
A tooth so loose its ready to fall
Maybe I can run and fall to the wall
Give it a shockwave where it’ll bounce right out
Or drink all I can making a drought
Even take grandmas remedy- her really old trick
A knot around my tooth and even a brick
Maybe I should keep it and let my tongue jiggle
Playing mouth games of giggle and wiggle
It don’t hurt or bother me at all
Now that its history and had a long fall
Better Left Unsaid
This is your third or fourth marriage- oh my
Purple and swollen what happened to your eye
A racial slur so dumb is dumber of the one said
This was made out of heart but this is terrible bread
You know those sweets will just stick to your ass
Haven’t seen you in years at Sunday church mass
That shirts too tight for a girl of your form
Into him you were until the stories of his dorm
There’s surgery for that and it don’t cost much
You know those kids at that age don’t need a tight clutch
Careful abroad you come across jackasses here and then
Undeniably crazy you ponder where the hell they’ve been
Bubble gum
a around ball with an empty
inside but a rainbow
of flavorful colors
no favorites because they’re
all full of ecstatic
taste and full of cheer
best thing though is
the wrapping adding
charismatic humor
yes, bubble gum is a hit
of pleasure letting me
cover the peep holes
the peep holes that
let others see me
as I truly am
three more holes yet
to cover then I’m
back to hiding
Buzzed
Puked last week but not
today. Oh no not today
my graphical liquor
cabinet with half emptied
friends. Quit it! You don’t
need to be empty. I’ve
noticed you prancing around
with corkscrews, tomato juice
or the flirty orange juice.
We’re going to continue
this later after my colored
pills soothe my pains of
nerves with flames of fire.
Look what you’ve done now
liquor you’ve upset my pills.
Now all of them need more
love.
Cabin fever
Drip drop drip drop
Counting everything a thousand times
Fighting again over who knows
what this time
Another call from her and this
phone is getting it
Did I eat today
Spotless the rooms are all spotless
Never noticed the mole on
his neck
No let me do everything while
you make me sicker
Level ten…just great, that’s more
important why?
Sooo many commercials
Every scab, nose moss, toe jam
picked
Does he really love me?
Door locked? I better check
again just incase
Café
Gimme my special Doris
Break the jukebox I hear my chorus
Twice a week its gravy and steak
Away from cooking is such a nice break
The usual chit chat of news and what not
In the far corner is our usual spot
Fifteen years going to Big Jim’s Café
Apple pie and coffee damn right I will stay
Camping
Two stars shatter across the sky
Drifting beyond earth to unwavering pie
You always look up and wonder like hell
Cramped in your mind like a blocked shell
You lie on your sleeping bag heavy in thought
Mythological players think what they have fought
Every small noise is heightened ten times worse
No bathroom for miles you just want to curse
The fire has faded to orange volcanoes of coals
Your hands have turned to frozen ice poles
Fearing the thought of leaving opened food
Shuts the intensity of your boyfriends wild mood
Bugs all over I swear I’m being brutally attacked
My boyfriends all gassy-- all night he just snacked
Three days plus since I brushed my teeth and showered
All the city folks left leaving like herds of coward
I’m staying here till my food runs dry out
Or the fish drown from the desert dry drought
Charmed I’m sure
A burp as hideous as an
outhouse or butt wind
to unwind the tension.
Or maybe the no shower
for two years or a
toothbrush with cobwebs all over.
Oh wait the classical cheap
cologne you shower with
or the flashy nonsense you
wear to impress only yourself.
Yeah that’ll get you a ride
To dead end street.
Yawning towards your ego
I amuse myself saying- hah!
Charmed I’m sure will be the one
You find just like you your clone.
Dancing like the wild
As if to be brilliant, I only seemed a huge fool
Standing alone as the mighty one of kingdom cool
A sheep among lions I make my own huge roar
Only to be knocked and pushed to the hard floor
Running back to the graze I recoup my groove
Replacing my embarrassment with a finer smooth move
Back to a different dance floor I shake my tail
This time I’m clap master- the number one whale
Prancing my hips to every jumping bean beat
Throwing my hair with silky sexual heat
I caught my roar back and even played with a pole
Shaking all over to every musical dance role
Dark Alley
Behind my back is fear that
Grows when in an alley too
Dark, but why the fear. Am I being
Self conscious or watching for
Unforeseen creatures. Or is it my
Sixth sense telling me I shouldn’t
Be there. I know I walk faster out
Of curiosity but get further
From the light of the streets. I move
With my heart pounding and
Every prayer asking for guidance. I
Get to the store thankful no rat
Chewed off my legs, no one stole my food
Money or a meteor falling on me
Deal Me In
Deal me in again I’m at my peak
My ass is already numb and my legs are weak
New deck of cards shuffling again on the table
Opponents faces hard to read or label
To raise I bluff shoving more chips in
Anything I can do in order to win
Doorbell rang
Under the ring was me sitting on the long couch
To turn off the TV I have to bend over and crouch
Walk to the door wiping the crumbs off of my face
Straightening my clothes smiling up with full grace
No time to straighten I just open to see who is there
Pondering the visit of why their knocks loudly rare
It was not of anger but of an eagerness to sale
Suddenly I’m thinking I have to make an excuse to bale
Giving them their moment I just pleasantly listened in
Then it all faded when the cost dropped my chin like a pin
Saved by the phone I had to thank them good bye
Sending off with no check or even any small reply
Eyeballs
Colors
Many and few
Black and blue
Shapes
Beady and big
Painted and outlined
Feelings
Tears and shock
Sad and happy
Going
Asleep and awake
Clear and red
Holes in Skull
Sane and rubbed
Rolled and peaked
Eyes
Winked and Glared
Dead and Alive
Do eyes have eyes
Look
Quit Staring!
Fighting sense
To rip the shirt up like wrestle mania
is what I’d do to those people going
towards bad stuff
I’d kung fu them on to their own
island to out bad each other
I’d knock out their brain and
shake out the filth
I’d tackle their ugly and pile drive
them some beauty
I’d sumo their senses into wavy
high pleasants
Best of all, I’d choke hold them
till their purple faces turn to
rosy pink cheeks of love hearts
Game of ball
Dead again I see the light
Not much left for me to fight
The game was won fair and square
Its just a game of one on one, I don’t care
I was doing good playing ball
But every missing shot brought me to fall
GIVE ME ACTION
The movie I watch has twists and turns
Lots of rapes or deaths and even some burns
It has car chases-- all going mock one
Women jumpin’ in bikinis all havin’ tittyass fun
The good guy hunts the bad and wins the fems heart
Robberies of greed at the corner mini mart
I’m glad this is action and not comedy or porn
Or I’d pull hair or teeth and even blow my own horn
I’m always in the mood for various flicks
Where the women are slutty and the guys are big dicks
Grape
I am a grape I am purple
I go grow on a vine and with millions of others
We’re adopted all out through millions of stores
Some don’t go because they’re not pretty
Or not big enough to satisfy our owner
Those who do are juicy and sweet
Carefully handled so we’re sold right
Packaged with plastic all around nice
No bugs defecting us so we can sell
I am a grape I am purple
I come into your home to make you healthy
I swim in your stomach and you feel better
Grateful
You can’t buy gratitude
and get your free
refill when needed
It comes and goes
like your monthly
period
You just got to build
it around your
schedule
Absorb it in like
the flowers you
planted
You’ll get it when
you are the happiest
remembering those lows
Guillotine
We all lose our
heads sometimes-
Problem is some don’t
Find theirs again
Hiding for what?
You can hide behind a meteor-
The sun will find you
You can hind behind your fears-
Your superhero will flee
You can hide behind your charm-
The disguise will come out
You can hide behind your image-
But your personality will peak
You can hid behind your attitude-
Your emotions will explode
You can hide behind your toughness-
Your softness will silkily smooth
You can hide behind a house fly-
It’ll bug you and even show itself to you
Hot
Temperatures high the heats so exhaustingly hot
Summers past due it will be spicier than blue Lancelot
Air conditioner unheard of I sweat my pours out
Waters blazingly cold is my mission of route
Swimsuit real huge to hide my insecure round taste
None the less cool running away from the heat I faced
Jackass
If you go on your life journey
backwards
your ass will be first. Then everyone
will call you a
jackass.
You’re not alone.
There are many with this exact same
problem.
Turned the other way like
the other
wolves.
All you have to do to be less of an
ass and be more abundant in life
is listen- and do what I say.
Turn around.
Mirror
I am a mirror and know what you see
Great hair great face, not much to be
I guide you with your make up or your shave
Give you some confidence and make you real brave
I tell you look gorgeous and shake your ass
When to fix that pimple when it’s a large mass
Make you practice that speech to see how you spoke
After a bath or shower all wet you soak
A brand new wardrobe sometimes looks great
A drive behind is your new tailgate
A mirror I am and tell you the truth
Carefully you watch, either envious or unsmoothed
My song
This isn’t about you or about you and I
Just a song in my head that I call try
We open up fast to the ones we know more
Giving small details of all the weird ghore
We tear up each other like we all know
But way deep down it’s just a freak show
We sweat with the one we think we like best
Later to know he knows nothing about crest
We answer little when we ask a great deal
Leaving away with nothing and having no feel
So lets all try to understand this or that
Whether its’ small or big, tearing away all the fat
I give you my song and openly give to your ears
While you listen to music downing some beers
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