When the last tree falls
And the seas swell with plastic
We'll have done our part

A tower of petals is not built to last,
but a Tower of Pizza can

The Statue of Liberty symbolizes just that
Yet she doesn't even have a free hand

The colloseunms were where the masses would go
To watch the most unholy acts unfold just for show

Churches were built to help the poor and the lame
But they were also quite fond of sentencing women to flames

The great Wall of China can still be seen from space
But it couldn't even keep Genghis Khan out of the place!

The Yin Dynasty should be really be red in the face

And so should the whole human race

Suddenly out of nothing there was a big bang
And a vacuum gave birth to a planet of flames
She finally cooled down after millions of years
Her rage turned to sorrow and inconsolable tears
She wept so much water covered the land
She nearly drowned herself before life even began
The rest we all know, or have beliefs of our own
How this rock went from nothing, to water, to home

Ever closer your cooties approach my fabric, multiplying like maggots.

Can I even muster the courage
to peek under the sheets?

Nope.

Too afraid of what I'll see...
Perhaps a mushroom shaped like me?

Nowadays your dead skin cells are my pillow.

Funny.

You're warmer dead than alive,
and your cooties still thrive.

What if the best poem ever written has never been read
The best soliloquy in history never once said
What if the best song ever played had never been danced to
Simply because we weren't given the chance to
Save every draft and treasure your trash
One day they may be discerned from the ash
You could be the next Emily, I the next Poe
And like most famished artists
we'll never know

I loved you the moment we met
Your imperfections made me forget
About my glaring flaws that you never saw
And still have chose not to see yet

As a kid I believed the moon was made of cheese.
With age I learned it's just a frigid rock.
As a child I remember gazing at stars, whispering please.
As though the universe could really hear me talk.
Rainbows were pure magic.
Each one held a *** of gold.
Growing up is inherently tragic.
Splendor becomes same old same old.

He loves her so much more than she loves him
It's terrifying
He's vulnerable now
Stripped to the bone
He's never felt this alone
She looks at him with apathy
His heart gets yanked around
He'd do anything to make her happy
But she's always looking down
Can't look him square in the eye
Can't set him free, even if she tried
He's so vulnerable now
Immersed in her hair, her scent, her eyes
She can never set him free
Even if she tries

So glad I found you babe
Had me on a wild goose chase
Laying rotten egg after rotten egg
****** yolk streaming down your scrawny legs

So glad I have you babe
Had me on a golden goose chase
Laying charcoal and pyrite eggs
Everytime you spread your legs
Now yolk is streaming down your face
Yet it's me who's the disgrace

Ever wonder who's on the other end of these poems
Are they really human? Possibly clones?
Maybe a bunch of chimps in a dank room typing away
And after months of randomness, they conjure something clever to say
Some people are probably just busy, others insecure
That's one weakness every poet can relate to, I'm sure
But for a bunch of lonely souls, just longing to feel connected
It's amazing how many times I've reached out, only to be rejected
This place, this space, some people just seem so hollow
And you wonder to yourself,
do I even want to be followed?

I'd like to be your day
Well planned and smooth
I'd probably get in the way
The doctor wouldn't approve
I'd like to be your star
God knows you're mine
Just be who you are
And that would be fine

I'm going to do the world a favor and not write anymore

I'm going to do you a favor and not fight anymore

I'm going to do me a favor and not feel trite anymore

I lied...

Is my car really that good on gas?
I mean think about it...
And, what's that spltoch on the ceiling that's been here since I moved in a decade ago, and is now starting to look like a gigantic two-headed cherub? What is that brownish stain actually made of?
I mean think about it...
And, is Philip Michael Thomas still alive?
I mean think about it...

Mind blowing

I'm the blonde black sheep
In a family of five
And the secrets I keep
Are what's kept us alive

Pretty things fare well
Everyone loves pretty things
Pretty flowers, pretty houses, pretty faces
We don't visit ugly places
The under belly, the blood, the snot
Perhaps ugly things are best forgot
Pretty, it fades if we see it each day
Fresh eyes wouldn't focus on the magnitude of decay
But the slight beauty that grows around
Well, that would be found right away

Some people miss who I once thought of as me
Others long for who they thought I was
A few miss loving who they wanted me to be
But no one misses me simply because

So we find ourselves here again
Lost for words and looking in
Never quite knowing our place
Not recognizing our own face

I see the razor on the glass
I don't even have to ask
Do you think that it will numb the pain
Or maybe somewhat ease the strain

They placed the apple on your head
Sure their aim had seen better days
Yeah we'll be happy once we're dead
But still it could take years...

Is this where we thought we'd be?
Hating you and loathing me
I see the needle on the floor
I don't question anymore

I wish I could have known my fate
Way before it was too late
Not sure I'd done a thing to change
Seems our lives were pre-arranged

They placed the apple on your head
Sure their aim had seen better days
They'll make us famous once we're dead
But still it could take years...

Towards the cliff
we are running
You can come
cuz I say so

I wonder if
the view is stunning
If we jump
we'll catch the show

What a foolish and evil thing to do

To strap a couple bombs to you

Run into an airport and attack

Thinking God's got your back

Why must I always think in verse?
Is it a talent?
More like a curse
All day long songs pour through my head
But before they hit paper, they're usually dead
A few survive, most get archived and others quickly deleteted
It doesn't take more than a couple of lines to know you've been defeated

I'm right here but you can't see me
The truth is you don't want to
The truth is if you looked closely
You'd see nothing but contempt

I'm speaking but you don't hear me
The truth is you don't have to
The truth is if you listened
You'd hear nothing but dissent

I'm faking it but you won't notice
The truth is you never do
The truth is if you paid attention
You'd see my feelings are quite spent

I'm unhappy but you can't sense it
The truth is it wouldn't suit you
The truth is if you really cared for me
You would see my discontent

Buttercups woven through red stringy hair
Mangled hands and tapestry everywhere
Sadness and joy and laughter and lust
Dew drops in meadows and trucks turned to rust
There's beauty in everything, from garbage to gold
The moon in the daytime, the young and the old
There's love all around us, just reach out and feel
Cast out your line, if you get a bite reel
Cuz you might have caught the very best thing of all
An inner love for yourself that you'll never let fall

If you stare too long I'll disappear
Rub my skin hard and I go numb
Speak too loud and I won't hear
Come ******* nothing with your tounge
Inhale deep and smell my fear
Then like all others turn and run