6:04pm (Haiku)

The sun sets at west
Cascading the hill's solid brow
It is Six O'four

Bad Call (Quatrain)

Kick off the ball to the side lines
And tell me of all my follies
Concern the Referee of me
I'll fist your mouth with my jollies

[Tetrameter]

Life...? (Epigram)

Mar my arduous antics as of late
I tire of the monotonous day
Leave me presents and usual pleasantries
I'll lie for your sake and smile oh so gay!

For you do nothing worth your time alone
So why should I believe it's worth mine own?

[Pentameter]

Singing (Tanka)

I sing a song too
It lessens the burden now
But reminisces
Just to keep my heart beating
I curse and complain to her

Last Round (Split Couplet)

This is the last one I swear
God I swear
My writing is easy street
Oh it's sweet

Insomnia (Senryu)

Tired again man
Such a bad habit kills me
Insomnia sucks

I wanna move already (Senryu)

Where am I going?
Home is where the heart is, right?
I can't find her pulse.

Just Bored (Quatrain)

There is nothing much else to do
Probably practice some voodoo
Worse off I might not even try
I might as well end up like you

[Tetrameter]

Promises (Vers Libre)

I promised to keep whatever I am keeping
Though promising keeps aren't always kept
For those whom expect keepers to keep what's promised
They must realize that promises were made to be unkept

to: p0isonphotography (Senryu)

You're screwed royally
There's a bat near the wall
You know where he lives

Writer's Block (Blank Verse)

Starving for inspiration
I cannot find

Loss in my own words
I cannot rhyme

I make due with what's here
But never find

A poem I wish to write
On borrowed time

Poem #50 (Sonnet)

Get out of here
You so were not
Shut up you lie
You're smoking pot!
There's no such thing
Bullshit there is
Whatever bitch
You're full of piss
You so are drunk
You dumb ass fuck
Leave me alone
Before you chuck
Yeah real clever?
Punks For Ever!

[Dimeter]

If Werewolf Babes Sleep In? (Butterfly Cinquain)

Awake
So too awake
I can't fucking sleep dude
But my eyes sting like shit so dry
Damn Moon
Like a werewolf on P. M. S.
If there were such a thing
I'd ask her this
Why sleep?

[2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2]

Moronic Ideal (Triplet)

I won't sleep a wink
Until I can think
Inspiration's brink

My House (Sonnet)

Waking to a room of white, tactful with muck for colors resonating gray-browns
Familiar whistles and chattering chimes the day to be reckoned as my early morn
Trapped between walls, corners bleak of life, stringing with silk webs and dusty rusty molds
The floor dirt filled and dust too scrub bare feet with aging carpet thus almost forlorn
Cars pass with muffler engine roarers disturbing the peace we frustratingly live
Shouting and complaints echoing through our culdesac havens that reminds us all
There is a heaven, there is a paradise, there is a hell, But this must suffice
For struggles implore faith in hopes to dream imaginative amongst the dull
Suppose this was a home, being that it is a house, we should live and work as one
But to be one with those whom differ from your purpose, communication must come
And conjuring the such fairs less with your own conscience and much less with mine own
Keep trinkets to reminisce and new ones for hope, hours pass idly and then some
Fry the chicken and serve the sodas, give the monotony we coordinate
Life is this and forgiving is that, there's none to lose but the coed intricate

[Decameter]

Lullaby (Limerick)

She writes with keys going for so long
Typing sad stories to market one song
She cries her tears
Line up the beers
Selling her soul to say "Nothing is wrong!"

Brothel (Epigram)

It occurred to me that no one can talk with even a little bit of diction
I suppose after reading only body language, all that's left is friction

NOTE: Short witty poem in Couplets or Quatrains.