Lyric Poem

I smell something good and tatsey

These potatoes looking pretty pastey

Youv’e got them mashed and round

There looking good all round

 

Potatoes, potatoes they are cool

Potatoes, poatoes they make me drool

I like potatoes and so should you

Now we call all eat potatoes too

 

Layer on some gravvy

It’s got you feeling wavvy

And maybe add some sour sour cream

That looks like a cloud of dreams

 

Potatoes, potatoes they are cool

Potates, potatoes they make me drool

I like potatoes and so should you

Now we can all eat potatoes too

 

It’s almost Thanksgiving

So lets be forgiving

Unbotton your pants

Andsoon you’ll be in a food trance  

Tanka Poem

Blondie

Another dumb blonde.

Twirling her hair in a stance.

Chewing bubble gum.

She’s wearing a short pink skirt.

Oh shit she’s another cop.

It’s Mike Not Ike

    My name is Mike not Ike. Ike is my twin brother and thinks he’s top shit. All the girls think Ike is sweet when in reality he’s just another sour twat. Whenever I refuse to do something for Ike he gives mama the puppy dog eyes just to get me in trouble. “ MIKE! You take your brother to his friends right now or else your grounded”. “But mommy, I don’t want to. He never gives me gas money, he doesn’t appreciate anything, and he’s disrespectful”. My mom stands there with her arms crossed and has fire creating in her eyes. I sigh, I lost the argument like I do every time.

I grab the keys and take 10 angry steps to the front door and tell Ike to hurry the hell up. I open the door then slam it really hard to prove I’m angry.  We get into the car and Ike starts mocking me and rubbing in my face that he’s the favorite child and he gets whatever he wants from our mother ( as if I didn’t already notice). 15 minutes later we finally get to his destination. “ Later loser” Ike rudely says to me. I decided to go on to a drive to calm myself  and even decided to buy myself a chocolate milkshake but, a small because there only two bucks at McDonald’s.

I stare off into the distance as I drink my milkshake, thinking about what my life would be without Ike. I even dream about accomplishing murder but, I don’t have enough Ted Bundy in me to do that. I stop the day dreaming and focus on the road as I about hit an old lady and her walker.

I finally get home and prepare myself for all the ass chewing my mama’s about to give me. One deep breath in and one deep breath out as I open the front door and try to sneak my way up yo my room. All of a sudden I hear sobbing. “Mom? Are you okay?”. Sniff sniff she wipes her face and looks at me. “ Your brother just died honey, he just got shot by some girl”.  My eyes rolled to the back of my head “ Come on mom can’t you tell he’s just pranking you” I said in a annoyed way. She pulled her phone out and handed it to me. There’s a picture of Ike with fresh blood and a bullet wound right in the middle of his forehead. I couldn’t believe my eyes it was now just Mike not Ike now.

Three weeks later it was funeral day. My mom was sobbing and she made me speak in front of everyone there. I simply said it was Ike not Mike who died.

 

Fiction Story

The Girl with Nightmares

    I wake up in a funky mood like always. I lift up my bedding and gently place my feet on the ground dreading the fact I work in two hours. I don’t sleep but when I do, my mind feels like it’s required to have this unexplained nightmare. My nightmares don’t phase me but just make me extremely tired, make my depression worse, and make me hate my life even more. I take a few steps out the door and into my car, turn the radio on, and prepare myself for some screaming BigMac loving customers.

“ Sahara is here. Sahara is here!” my least favorite manager yells in her fake ass tone. As I walk to the back of our store, I examine everyone who’s working, the food being made, and the cameras to determine how my night is going to go. As always I clock in and ask where I am going to be placed during my shift.

“ You’re going to cover Jasmine’s break”, Nicole says. I roll my eyes and already start to hate my shift. Presenting was one of my least favorite spots. I look up on my screen to see what order the next person driving to the window has.

I open my window and say “ Hello did you have the BigMac with no pickels and a large Coke in your order”? As I turn my head, this man gives me a creepy smile as if he is about to murder me. My face expression has “what the hell” written all over it. As I give the guy his food he whispers something under his breath and all of a sudden I have cold shivers ( Chilly Willy’s).

I go home after my shift, kick my greasy shoes off, change my clothes, and lay in bed replaying that moment with this mysterious man. My eyes slowly close shut and there’s nothing but black. Moments later I begin to awaken from my sleep, and I can’t believe it. I not home. I smell death and fear. This house seems to be a haunted house. I place my feet flat on the ground and observe as I walk around the horrifying home, if that’s even one. Scream and scream is all I hear when I witness blood everywhere on the floors, the wall, and even on myself. Did I kill someone or did someone kill me? The floor keeps creaking and my palms are sweating, I walk outside and my eyes witnessed nothing but a spooky forest and the house on the edge of a cliff.  I hear a noise which gives me the chilly willy’s, the same whisper the guy made earlier. I turn my head and see a dark figure looking straight at me with her index finger moving to her lips as if she is telling me to be quite.

I follow her back into that haunted house and find answers. She points me to the bottom of the stairs that appeared to be your average “ Don’t go down the basement”. One step at a time, I’m finally at the door. I take one deep breath as my right hand reaches to twist the door knob, the door is opened, and I walk in. There is a table where dead people lie down with a white bloody cover on top. My curiosity leads me, lifting up this cover to reveal whats underneath. I felt weak and very confused, I saw my dead body pale and cold on this table. This can’t be true. I then realize that whisper I heard was, “ You’re gonna die tonight”. SLAM! The door shuts and my heart is racing, using up every last bit of energy I have left in me. I see a figure with giant beady yellow eyes just standing in the corner.

“ Who are you? Show yourself now” I said. He walks into the light and gives me the an evil grin. “ I am the man who bought that BigMac and I am the one to cause your nightmares”, He says. I feel angry and confused to why he has done this to me. I demand to go home and have a normal life, but he just laughs harshly and denies my request. There has to be a way, I can end this for all! Suddenly I know what to do. I stand up high and mighty and look directly into the evil man’s eyes and begin to whisper. Evil man gives me a strange look and laughs and says,  “ What did you say, Sahara? I didn’t quite hear you”.

I progressed my voice louder. “ This is not real life and you aren’t real. I can leave so FUCK YOU”! My confidence I have struggled to gain was the key to leaving this behind.

“NOOO” the evil man screams as everything starts to break into puzzle pieces and fade away into darkness again. I gasp and pull myself up from my bed. My heavy breathing begins to lighten up as I look around to everything normal again. I decide to take a hot shower to remove my sweat and scent of death off my body. As the water rushes down my body I started to randomly smile, which means something great. I take my towel and wrap my body with it like a burrito. I prepare myself back to bed and take a deep breath before I close my eyes.

Hours later my alarm clock goes off at 7:30am. I actually got sleep and feel restful, happy, and confident. I’m ready for the day as I say, “ This is the real life. I can do it so fuck you”.