People Poem

He was fresh cut, walking through the school - seemed to be on a mission using his number one tool
He was with paper and pen, peering around, tapping on people's shoulders, pointing, asking questions. Is he with the school newspaper? Yearbook? As i watch i feel like a stalker, i could even hear his ipod, hangin around his neck - blasting simple plan, then i see the look.
He was startling with eyes of the blue sky, keeping the stars from tumbling down.
He was in faded Levi's, spreading the "spring clean" laundry smell through out the room.

Boredom

Boredom hangs heavy in the classroom
Holding on by the straps of lecturing teachers
Leaving behind vivid images of la la land.

My Morning Expirience

Waking up every morning at seven o'clock - oh, so painful
The darkness is rushing away, leaving a minty fresh light hanging, waiting for action
I stumble down the stairs, trying my hardest to adjust my eyes
The cold tile floor stares hatefully at my warm toes
As i peak around, through squinted eyes - looking searching for
the one thing i need
the one thing i crave
the one thing i have to have
...Orange Juice

Lipstick

Bold, sleek, promiscuous
Tempted easily
Its nightlife is always and forever
The sleek tube is a girls best friend
Keeping her glam
Keeping her famous
Keeping her sexy