boredom...

Boredom. You know you have it if...
There's "a deadly disease"
draining energy away.
all the spark is gone
and you're sitting at home
With nothing to do
There's a rock in your shoe,
but you don't feel like taking it out
and in your brain there is a drought
of all the ideas
from working to drawing to even tortillas.
random things pop in your head like a flashing light,
but of your attention you don't give 'em a slight.
THEN, YOU KNOW YOU ARE BORED.

A Candy Shop on 3rd Street

Sizzling, sparkling, shocking, sour candy.
Melting, smooth-tasting, subtle, sweet candy.
Juicy, exotic, bold, fruity candy.
Pure, bitter, velvet chocolate candy.
Salty, sugary, sticky butterscotch candy.
A burst of unexpected flavors tingle on your tastebuds.
Come on down to the tiny Third Street candy shop,
where the candies were sprinkled with sugar, fruit juice, and a just a little bit of magic dust...

Friendship

Thinking here.
Sitting here.
Typing poems for you.
Think of,
Friendship and love,
And how yours for me are true.
I praise you all,
Pretty, ugly, short or tall,
for being beautiful on the inside.
And that is all that matters to me.

The Things I See

And here, I pen,
just what I see:
Them any things surrounding me.
yellow carrots, lillies, emoticons,
I see as I sit back and yawn.
A pencil sharpener, a mouse that clicks
a cake looks like its made from
brownie mix.
As i sit and think of you,
I notice my mom's flip-flop shoe.
See some papers,
on the floor,
I look at an old cupboard door.
All of the things that I see
hold open opportunity
to draw and write
with all my might
'bout why they're here for me.