this poem was in memory of my big sissy who was killed in ava

I Love the north pole ...

The land of the free
It s the nicest place to live
The people are so kind there
if you walked thru an igloo village
you would hear the kind words they share

And no political campaigns
or funding wars abroad
no clamering obamas
or screaming Hillaries

No illiterate graduates
on methanphetimean
just snow and ice and animals
and peaceful skys sureen

Theres no taxs there
nor riseing fosil fuels
only sled dogs and penguins
and rubbery things called seals

Children run freely there
moms and dads agree
they live in igloos
There called a family

Even the weather there is wonderful,
boots are not worn by a bear
and seals with no coat
even penguins skinny dip with out care

I would like to go there
and leave Minnesota,
but I have a stomach ache
I was watching hillary yelling
and had to much to much pizza
and cream soda

Yes and no.

=I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU=

i have a crush on you
and all because of you
you make me feel blue
and now i konw
what this i feel for you
and i dont know what to do
but dont worry my boo
i will never leave you

I did but haven't really had much free time lately...

Upon Time

Your skin feels like nature
When held within my hands
Like a thousand years could pass
The oceans could overtake the sands
And still the silk cradled in this embrace
Would remain as pure
As today
Time itself is not as sure
As I am of this
As I am of the truth in your kiss
Your lips like some ancient wine
Leave me locked within your mystery
Stumbling through sacred sentences
As I promise a future worth rewriting history
I watch you in breathless moments
Exhale words spoken
Like a soft wind caressing
A silence it dared not leave unbroken
For it was perfect but hollow
Hidden in the shadow of a tomorrow
That my heart could not find the strength
To beat within
And so my hands tremble
As they slide slowly across your skin
My lips trip like clumsy fingertips
Over the brail of your body
Over heavy words and clouded thoughts
Over and over again like eternity
The sands that wait patiently to be overtaken
By an ocean of time and a history not yet written

I write very bad poetry that I never share with anyone...lol

A red string
the bell that rings
a silent night
a peaceful sight
the iron fist
the open hand
all are me, but who is that?

i dont but id love to read some(im a good fan of poems i just never get thte time to read calmly

As I woke up this morning
a bright new day was born.
A robin perched upon my sill
to signal the comming dawn.
The bird was graceful, young and gay
and sweetly did he sing,
and thoughts of joy and happiness
within my heart did ring.
I listened to his cheery song
and paused a moments lull,
then swiftly closed the window
and crushed his fucking skull.