liquor pouring and
expensive ink written with
the indigo sky

bob cuts, glitter, fringe
dancing as the jazz record spins
healing hearts, drunk sins

lead the dance, stranger
and we will twist and turn through
the dazzled dance crowd

girls pull off their heels, 
guys share a cigar, talking
‘bout business affairs 

flashy cars, black wheels
shoe polish shines with the moon.
parties die away


(let me know if these aren't haikus, sometimes I lose track of syllables!)

I was in a daze for many days.

I know what I am going to wear but don’t know where I am going.

I stepped in doo doo walking through the dew to return my overdue book.  

I spent a long day in the sun with my son. 

I can see the sea from where I stand.

No, I don't know where.

After days on the cot I finally caught a fish.
      

 

Each and every snowflake

 is different,

none are like the other,

floating down softly

from the clouds,

and playing with one 

another.
The snow is drifting down

in clumps, I 

catch one on my mitten.

I watch it melt away as

 more snow swirls around me.
We make snowmen,

have snowball fights,

 but the thing that

I like most of all,

is when you come inside

 to a nice warm 

cup of cocoa.
 

First, think of the coler of the clowds. Necst, think of the coler of sno. Now, think of the coler of a bright full moon. Now anser kwikly wut do cows drink?

Anser: Milk

How is seven difirent from the rest of the numbers between whon and ten?

Anser:  Seven has tu silabulls and the other numbers ownlee have whon silabull.

When I was young I wanted to ice skate and take classes because my older brother plays and I wanted to be just like him! and we had a pond. We freeze it in the winter and skate on it but I wanted to take classes so we signed me up, The first day was easy. They just showed us how to skate and stuff. But it got harder and harder every day! They would throw these big bouncy balls at us and we would fall over and I was getting tired of getting bruises so I decided I was done skating there and  I was only like 4 or 5 years old, So I decided I did not go back but I still like to play on my pond and with friends! But I can still see some scars from ice skating and falling over.

 

It started as a normal day. Some neighbors had come over to pay and we were having tons of fun. We were playing on the playset when suddenly I fell off the slide. I hit my head on 5-8 boards. It hurt so much. I was crying and screaming in pain. 

My mom ran over to me and took me inside. She set me on the couch and went to grab an ice pack. She came back faster than I thought. We cuddled for a bit which made me feel a bit better. I ended up falling asleep for a bit too.

 When our neighbors left we went to the hospital. I had cracked my head open. because I did we needed to go get a staple to make it heal. On the way there my head kept bumping against the car seat. That made it hurt even more now.

 The butterfly has its wings spread wide

 showing off its colors,

 of red and white,

 black and orange.

 Oh, butterfly you're so elegant

 as you drift through the sky.

 Flapping your wings so hard,

 yet you don’t make a sound.

 You're quiet as a cool breeze

 and small as a little tennis ball.

 You inspire me in all sorts of ways.

 To dream,

 to love,

 to imagine.

 With a deep breath in, I close my eyes

 and picture myself with you,

 flying in the sky,

 landing on a branch,

 drifting to a flower.

 I open up my eyes

 and it appears that it is noon.

 I am hungry,

 thirsty,

 sweating,

 tired,

 and all I want is some food.

 Some carrots,

 bread,

 or applesauce.

I have, and have had, many obsessions.
I have, and have had, obsessions with
Alluring dark-haired girls with eyes like dark coffee with twice the warmth
Lovely curly-haired girls who laugh at me until they cry when I can't hit a ball
Pretty blond-haired girls who smile self-consciously and don't know they're beautiful
Blushing wispy-haired girls with undercuts whose eyes always change color in the sun

I have, and have had, many obsessions.
I have, and have had, obsessions with
The smell of sticky rice and chicken tikka masala and gulab jamun
The taste of hot injera with shiro and lentils and chickpeas
The sound of lilting violin and cello echoing off the sides of Mount Fuji
The scent of cigarette smoke mixed with chocolate and strawberries

I have, and have had, many obsessions.
I have, and have had, obsessions with
Poetry, and writing, and the sound of my fingers tapping on a keyboard

It’s erlee morning when 

the sun rizez and the doo

 iz still fresh on the flowirz

 in the gardin, birdz churpping

en the treez