i have a dragon on my door
and when you knock, he roars

in the eyes of a disbeliever

i think i'm allergic to you
    really, you need to stay away
every time you're near
i pick up some weird nervous habit
                                                     usually itching
my throat closes up
                     sometimes i can't even speak
my eyes water
                  because they don't close
     (no, i'm not staring)

but really, you need to keep far from me
         it's starting to really take a toll on my health

time to catch up

 time is fleeting
    that's an understatement
i'd like to grab a grandfather clock by the collar
  and demand that he slow down


stop his ticking
 because he certainly isn't getting any younger
and i've got assignments to do


lots of them

stars

i like stars
bright stars
super stars
gold stars
i like stars
shooting stars
sea stars
dark stars
i like stars
and i like you
you leave me
starry eyed

writing contest ; true

when i sit and think about writing,
i think about how nice it would be
if i could write like the other poets
because i know

      there will be lots of submissions

that exercise an ample employment of diction

And those of which are perfectly punctuated.

and induce a kaleidoscope of vivacious pigments, that ignite
a wildfire of imagery

but

            that’s all really not my thing

so i’ll sit and just think about it

butter

feel free
to spread yourself
across the sea
your voice and
hello to foreign trees

heart

he was a pyromaniac
 everything
    he set everything on fire

his world up in flames
 then he flicked his lighter
                       
now my heart has
                                              third degree burns





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he was a pyromaniac;

 everything

    he set everything on fire;

his world up in flames.

 then he flicked his lighter

                        

now my heart has

                                              third degree burns