Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

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  • Wired Fence

    I really thought I could do it.
    They made it look so easy.
    The 5'10" giant with the blue soccer jersey
    The 5'8" goalie with the strong jump.
    Me. Their short horizontally fast striker. Bench warmer. Which ever.
  • Numbered Haiku

    Feeling like a cute tired pigeon
    Resting in a fruit bowl.
    Kinda vibing 
    It be fun.
    Not to fly; but sleep
    Feel like a cucumber-
    Cool.
    Shmerrrp.
    Pigeon eat cucumber. Strange dreams.

     
  • Jelly and Marshmellows

    At 1:23 each week exactly
    Robinson Moroson Georgous Mcclackly
    Strides to the store to buy a few things,
    And when he leaves the bag he swings

    Roninson’s beard is salt peper gray
    His eyes are a brown and and blue.
  • Silver Rings

    I'm wide awake with little pride
    I'd rather be asleep.
    an yet the voices in my head
    for hours had to peep.
    They told me stories so intruiging
    doubts from in my heart,
    they whispered reassuring words

Loves

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath. 

  • Miss You

    I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

    I think it's because that's what you were.

    You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

    we're

    two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall

  • Hometown Christmas

    When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

    And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.

  • Happy Holidays

    Hope you all

    Are having some good cheer

    Please remember 

    People struggle during this time of

    Year


    Happy days to all

    Old tales and stories of years passed

    Little smiles mean everything

  • Letter to the World

    Dear World, 

    I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me. 

  • Writing With A Knife

    I write with a knife

    It cuts into my heart

    Spilling it onto the paper

    My emotions

    My thoughts

    Painted with blood

    Once I start

    There is no stopping

    I bleed

    Begging for someone