Soul Travels

I just traveled 

With my soul 

To the secret place where 

No one knows where it is 

Put your soul 

In a jar 

Where it can sit still.

Epiphany

Expedition to the clouds 

Is a far more exciting-sounding adventure

Than seeing if Atlantis was a real 

Lost city 

Or if the Mayans really did just 

Vanish into thin air 

Like they never mattered. 

Almost like they never 

Even 

Existed 

Think of how many groups of people 

Who’s ideas, 

Names and faces 

Are forever forgotten 

Think of what happens to you when nobody 

Says your name ever 

Again

Stars

Your skin is like the paper 

That I take my pen to.

I like to play connect-the-dots

With your freckles and a sharpie 

Making constellations of stars 

And sometimes swastikas

I named this poem before I wrote it

Sip your beer, 

Tell me sweet, soft nothings in my ear 

My love, my prize 

Don’t leave me out to dry 

Take me inside

I don’t care whether or not we cried

What matters to me 

Is that you see

Maybe one day you can even have my heart 

It’d be one hell of a relationship to start 

To spark 

To go fall in love on the swing sets in the park

Push me down the slide 

Shoving our gentle feelings to the side 

BRAIN CLEANING

Cancer in my head is what I had 

And the dream doctor said he needed to clean my brain 

Everyone by my side, even my deadbeat dad 

“You’ll feel a little pain,” 

said Dr. Dream

He injected me with a drug making me float downstream 

I was there on a raft, wading down the river

There were monsters, dinosaurs, and every type of strange beast 

Then down the way was a big fucking bunny rabbit

Not big at first, he grew to the size of a house  

And I fought this bunny on my raft, with large laser-lightsabers 

But! This bunny rabbit had friends, next door neighbors

Neighbors that have big fangs and sharp claws 

I sit in my raft, floating downstream 

My head feels fluffy and poofy like cream 

I sip calmly at my drink

The bunny rabbit doesn’t know what to think, 

I’ve outsmarted him this time

I start to panic when a bell starts to chime

Then the pain starts to hit

And then I start feeling sick

“You just had your brain cleaned for the week”

My head feels like a space pod, controlled by robots 

Try and act sober and ask for another treatment

ROMANCE IN THE NIGHTTIME

Sex is fun you see?

So I know it’s good for me.

Missionary, doggy and sixty nine

Got me feeling mighty fine

Sex is like a sandwich

You can put anything on that fluffy bread

So dont be a pillow bitch!

Before he leaves you, give better head!

i love you

I love you when you’re happy

I love you when you’re sad

I love you when you smile

I love you when you’re glad

I love you when you’re up 

I love you when you’re down 

I love you when you’re sideways 

And even when you frown

The apples of your cheeks, 

Your bright, sparkling eyes 

Soft chuckles and gentle kisses

Hugs as warm as apple pies.