Alliteration poem

Boastful Boys

Young bachelors showing great bravado and being beatifik, having a blockbuster party in the boon-docks where balsmam trees grow, munching on a brisket, only seen from a birds-eye view, being belligerent and blackballing the law

IB Art walk

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Morrior on the wall

find me the answer of what I call

I see myself, soft and courteous

but through broken cracks, I feel lost and helplessness

smallest feelings make my cracks grow

on the other side I see my greatest foe

Twinkle Twinkle (rewrite)

Sparkeling specks of light

I ponder

Floating in the sky

Prisms of the night

Glowing tiny gems

I ponder

Chorus Rewrite (Jingle Bells)

Senior Keg, Senior Keg

Keg stand, what a day

Oh, but it's rather not fun

When Police come take me away

Senior Keg, Senior Keg

Keg stand, what a day

Oh, it's rather not fun

When police come take me away, Hey!

Silent Urban Walk

Wondering Eyes

The Sparkle in his eyes

What does he see?

Wanting to grow up so badly

Sitting there, behind the rustic colored fence

Those eyes, pressedhard against thos binos

Are they staring at me? Does he want to be free?

Those wandering eyes

Personal Photo

Summer Night

The Lord's Day is almost at end, another glorious day of nothing with family and friend,

lying under the heated day, soaking in complete non sense,

my mind turns to an idea, a trip to a near place,

arriving, the air is thin, biting at my nose and ears,

a slight buzz from the brew in my hand, in the other, a warm soft touch,

I look at her as she smiles, making me smile, looking through my tint, I absorb her radiance,

take a deep breathe, soaking in the moment, feeling the satisfaction of conquering the heights,

looking down at my memories, I watch as the day turns the sky into prisoms of pink and reds,

I watch, closely as the day, turns into another, summer night

So Much Depends Upon

So much depends
apon
a new rising
sun
warmth soft filled
air
casted over
the sky

Everyday Photo Poem

Sensation of freedom, no worries, dirt, rock, wind, and sun
The land becomes the life
Animals, deer speak curiously
Calluses harden, salty sweat drips, dirt clings
Grease stains become unnoticed, the life of a farmer
Doing just enough, never complaining