55 word.

there once was man, who came over from japan
he rode on his scooter, his favorite one named pooter
he liked to ride all day long, while singin his favorite dirty rap song
he watched mtv inside his home, from his couch he mocked alone.

smitten

one day my words will work
they won't fail me as they do now
one day i'll tell you how i feel

sitting to your right
places an inconvenient grapefruit
uncomfortably in my throat

tear my heart to shreds
the aorta and the ventricle
they don't work anymore

what is this you're doing
to my body, my legs are unable
to support my own weight

what is this you're doing
to my mind, it is stuck
on a one way track to you

I sincerely can't get you out
of my head, you are stuck
a record playing over and over

a Beatles record, one that
the monotony does not kill
it merely adds cheer

is this smitten?

lioness

i listen
i watch
i see
nothing but a lioness.

her scratch cuts deep.


we move slower
than our counterparts
for we see
deeper than those

our steps
chosen carefully
as if not to attract
she smells fear

a mane of gold
she rules
this jungle

she lets not a one
in her thoughts

a mystery to us all
she eats in vain glory
i fear her so

her scratch cuts deep.

non-sense

a lot of non-sense
ashtrays fill easily
recycling happens not
we eat, sleep, poop.


in vain

al-fakher

red volcanoes eat horses
swallows fly into windows closed
unleash a lie in love with one of those

brotherhood is life
not acres or acres could keep me from them

i love my friends,
without them i would be scared
flashing lights bring us together
ambient noises click in time
to the music
this feeling i can't describe
my feeling (goes right there)
my life (is right here)

The emotional throat losenge

i'm a trendy, resourceful man.

I have began, writing. alot.

I just want people to feel how i feel everyday. I want someone else to experience the beauty of the interior of my mind.

A clever thought comes to mind, and the next thing thought is "wow, how cliche" drive me home, open my door and carry me to bed, because i'm stuck here.

I allow myself to be trapped in a brown square box. I want to be trapped in an orange, circle box. One with walls made of fruit loops. (orange fruit loops) I ate alot of candy today. my stomach feels as if an evil leprechaun has made refuge in my large intestin poking it with it's magical pointy shoes. Plus green doesn't look good in my belly. I am much more of an orange man, if you catch my drift. (and if you don't well catch this!)

AIDS. every one has got it, so why not jump on the band wagon?!

I chuckle at my immaturity because my name is Chad and i am a homo-sexual from Africa. =)

when i was dumb...

Schwoooooop/crssssshhhhhhhhhhhh/buzz.

Schwoooooop/crssssshhhhhhhhhhhh/buzz.

Schwoooooop/crssssshhhhhhhhhhhh/buzz.

I feel my heart racing... My palms are sweaty.

Ryan is so far away, but I know he is there.

Kenny is right beside me, but I couldn't tell you WHERE he is.

I am right beside Kenny, who is closer to Ryan than I am not.

the alligator shows himself on the screen!

WOOF!

I must beat my high score on mario.

I can't finish this bulletin.

I don't have anywhere to wipe my boogers!

so i eat them.

Hospital...

90 seconds to think of everything you would find in a hospital.
-toe nails
-hearts
-spleens
-brains
-charm bracelets
-lips
-fingers
-testicles
-waterless shampoo
-JESUS

then we write a story using these words... =)

I walk aimlessly down the long corridor. I hate the hospital so much! Especially this hospital, I believe I have spent more time here in my life than anywhere else! anyways... this hallway is new to me, and so is this room. I am alone as far as I know, and this door says STORAGE. Something about this door made me feel awfully cynical. I check the door knob... unlocked! I woozy my way in slowly...

DAMN! nothing but brooms and mops! no, toe nails, or hearts, or spleens, brains, charm bracelets, lips, or fingers, Testicles! Waterless Shampoo! or JESUS!

=(

A TIME MY WORLD CHANGED!!!

buhm buhm buhm....
i gotta poem fo ya.
wanna hear it? here it go.


A TIME MY WORLD CHANGED!

i once was a boy
then my world changed
i once was a child
then my world changed

i lived the life of a greedy bastard
i lived the life of a lazy student
i lived the life of a scared father
i lived the life of a lost hobo

i once was incontent
then my world changed
i once cared what you thought
then my world changed

i live the life of a proud son
i live the life of a diligent scholar
i live the life of an earned father
i now have a home.

My Dignity

This is a warm-up. the topic was either:
-There was once a chance I didn't take
OR
-I'm a spoon in a dishwasher.

i decided i wanted to do both.

There was once a chance i didn't take. When melted down, not yet molded, i saw a chance to escape. I noticed a mold for a back scratcher. I wanted so badly to break my ancestry of being a spoon. I wanted to take command of my life and be different! then, I pondered... What if backs are smelly? who wants to scratch a back anyways? so I stayed. I stayed in my spoon mold. I was wrapped, sold, and delivered to my new home... but you would not even believe what happened today. i was removed from my wrapper by a middle-age, fat, balding man and you know what he did? HE SCRATCHED HIS BACK WITH ME! here I am now sulking in this dishwasher being cleaned of nothing other than....


MY DIGNITY!

a lie once lived fully

he gallops down the halls
it's a necessary try
one that no honorable man
would attempt to outrun

your dispute inside yourself
boils out once more
like molasses on this sheet
i see myself again

for the third time your shadow
hides a little more
before i saw the brim
the light let on a new

EXPERIENCE.

colorless

I was once told
black by a man,
in all white
red with rage,
ireland proud green

cold blue lips
dreams of the orange
hot sun brushed yellow,
he had no said reply other than...


i live colorless

cool! alright!

i watched my yellow cat, invade my redcat in the yard. this feline war has raged for years, but i assumed it'd be too hard for me to drive my foot between them. i would never risk the scratch just to prove to one or both of them a cat is just a cat!

and then i watched my cousin greg watch mtv inside his home. he makes fun of the hip-hop videos from his couch he rides alone. caught in the cushion of his cackling he forgets his looming doubt. he has relied on this for years he will not yank the carpet out!