My serial killer poem! (I'm not crazy. This was an assignment I wrote for a poetry class a few years back.) She sits and watches them play catch all day. It must be real exhausting being her. Her sleeping pattern is not that okay. She’d like an escape from this world, I’m sure. I sneak through the backdoor later that night. Up the stairs and down the hall; then turn left. I tell her everything will be alright. I am not here for anything like theft. I kill her husband quickly with a knife, Before I turn to the girl of my dreams. What I would not give to make her my wife This is not as easy as it may seem. I put a rag over her mouth and nose, Before I give her mercy and a rose.
My nature poem! (Again. For class) She walks through the forest of industry, thinking how smart we must be. Tear down the trees and make some cash, build some factories. Concrete where dirt once was, the wood looking worse than the rust. Trees cut down so certificates and old furniture can collect dust. Facetime replacing walks in the park and videos So we can watch a dog’s funny bark. Up in the sky, you see the stars. You look and wonder how many there are. You look at them and they look back, Countless eyes, face of black. Blackened from our mistake Our selfish needs and Our silly hate. She walks until she finds green grass. It’s pretty, but it will never last.