#poetsoffig

Glue and paint all smeared on my desk and chopped up paper everywhere There’s sticky tape stuck to everything and notes stapled everywhere. Ink is all over the floor and glitter is littered all around rubberbands, string strand and so much more there is SO much more to be found... This is the song of my art supplies that is hopelessly out of control and why do I keep getting more when my stash already overflows? Stickers page in my drawers and sequins in ziploc bags a million googly eyes stare at you from off a homemade flag. A collection of pencils in a cylindrical tin With them colored in multiple shades crayons in boxes of cardboard you may find to your dismay Hot glue sticks, glues guns and scissors super glue, school glue and more glitter glue, clear glue and nail polish comprise my craft supply store. I’ll think of project to end it all and use up my art supplies but then I’ll realize when I finish that I tell myself so many lies This is the song of my art supplies that is hopelessly out of control why do I keep getting more when my stash already overflows? Rhinestones and construction paper popsicle sticks and tooth picks markers and graphite lead with my googly eyes they are mixed There are in random places  you open a cupboard and they are there they are crammed and stuffed so hopelessly that you’ll find them in your hair Beads in your mugs and pockets and marker stains on your hands you would think that you took a trip  to Artsy Craft Supply Land! But no! This is all my fault and I can’t get it under control but why do I keep getting more when my stash already overflows?

It’s imagination that asks: What could happen? It is a another form of puzzling beauty It is a rainbow without thorough description It is the essence of all good stories It is the glimmer of a glass marble It is the pattern of clouds in the sky It is tiny magic, in which we marvel It is in the little things that fast go by But while they last, oh!, such charm... And such a gift to all... Who can see them... Along with silliness bringing no harm I call this essence “Meestaceesm”.

Honeysuckle flowers, my favorite kind. Fast fading and fragrant, the lace of the vine. Starts white as snow, while it is a young bud ---known to the Oneida’s as brave women’s blood--- Then turn as yellow as the Sun’s golden rays and by the evening they are faded away... Wild and tangled, their vines always grow they swallow up anything, albeit. they’re slow, more fragrant than lilies, they release in the wind--- the smell of sweet sunshine: Delicate and thin. Little bugles of chaos, so frail and so small, of all the nice flowers, I like these most of all.

                                                       ---Ava Nerio(ourhedgehogsunitethings)

Once I went into a Candy shop and once I was in, there was only the shopkeeper and me, Then she suddenly had to take a call, and so the whole store had seemed empty. Jars and bins of glucose confections masterpieces of small sugar desserts so many sizes and shapes and colors and my eyes did constantly divert. Now, I’m a person who simply adores This thing, we call bubble gum... that was why I was in the candy store I was thinking of buying some... But this thing in particular, they were out of stock except for the gumballs in a coin machine. So I figured that I would buy a bunch but the next events were unforeseen... When I asked the Shopkeeper when she had finished talking into the telephone... If this was all the gum they sold  she answered me in a surly tone: “You’ve been in here, for a quarter of an hour, just gawking wide eyed at my shop! So buy something or just go, this nonsense has to stop!” I just looked at her for a moment... Just thinking how she was crazy. But then I reached a conclusion that she was a person who was lazy. She’d much rather look at her magazine than answer a simple question. Did the bare minimum to sell overpriced candy I think these these details must also be mentioned: There was dust on top of the counter, the windows needed polishing... Most of the candy was out of place and needed reorganizing. The floor it needed mopping the sign it needed replacing And so I answered the shopkeeper who all this time I was facing: “Have no fear! I’m buying the gum, Would you mind unlocking the lid? As soon as I buy a bag of the stuff of my presence you’ll quickly be rid.” But she wouldn’t even do this... ‘Cause it was “It’s too hard looking for the key... “Nah! Turn the nob if you really want it,” and then she accused ME of being lazy!” And she said this in a not nice way. (I think you know the way I mean) Well, her potty mouth solidified my actions, in the plan unforeseen So Coin by coin, I put’em in the slot, and I turned the nob round and round and I after I filled a big paper bag In my annoyance, I was drowned... previously a plan formed in my mind, It was such a perfect practical joke... So with a smile I went to the counter and so with the gumballs, I bought a coke...  I walked outside of the shop to chew up my gum until I had a giant sticky, and wet pink wad Then I walked back into the shop and it was like a sign from God--- that I found her talking into the phone to some client about a sale... She didn’t notice me as I had walked in I thought “I’ll work fast so my plan doesn’t fail...” I quietly rolled the gumballs onto the floor so when she walked on these, she’d slip--- and stick her head to the Wad of gum I stuck on the ground, for when she tripped. She got off the phone, not noticing all the mess that I had made in her store But she stepped out of the counter yelling at me screaming “You’re in my shop once more.” and while oblivious and ugly and angry,  she slipped on the gumballs, stale, And stuck her head on the Pink Wet Pillow and that’s why I’m in this jail... But you see I didn’t stop there... for when she grasped the situation and I reached in my paper bag to quell her exasperation. I was shaking my bottle of coke I had no doubt it’d cool her anger. (on which she was starting to choke) When she ripped her head from off the floor (and I found out she was wearing a wig) she was too late snatching my soda from me It was now too shaken and...rigged, It blew up and gave her a shower, in syrup and caramel coloring. I underestimated it’s power... For the bottle did suddenly zing. It flew around and shattered displays, and then she’d called the police But I’m told she was nicer after that So in a way I helped to make peace?

There is a joy in all beginnings and mirth in a fresh new start a renewal of the spirit and a freshness of the heart beginning of a relationship or the glowing of a new day these moments must never slip or our days turn bleak and grey. Endless possibilities on the horizons do abound so let us share this happiness in this new friendship we have found. There is such a joy inside your eyes that I can hardly can describe. Haha, is it Love at the first sight? Now you laugh at me and jibe I merely want to chronicle This excitement of events so fresh Like if you grew up in Washington then took a nice trip to Bangladesh. Life’s foggy path is clearer and happiness prepares us all we may face such dreary obstacles but for now, we are enthralled. A Beginning of something beautiful lies in store for both of us and with Optimism on our minds let’s hope our bubble never busts!

I have just woken up

and my mind is in a fog

like my mind was once a fountain

and then turned into a bog.

My schedule is so hectic

and I need a quick solution

Caffeine is my answer

to this heavy-eyed confusion.

I’m saying I need coffee

(That liquid of the gods)

That berry of the Africans

that grows inside of pods.

So I lurch to my coffeepot

(I am a morning zombie)

and I prepare all my measurements

to make my morning coffee.

When I finally drink a cup

and I’ve had my caffeine fill

My mind is prepared to do

all of my daily drills

My eye pupils are dilated

and my mind is all abuzz

a sharp and vivid picture

replaces my static fuzz.

When I drink my morning coffee

I am propped up with a stick

the caffeine is all working

to clear my fog so thick.

And up I go to do my chores

I am running everywhere I can

I feel like a crazy bee

on a mission with no plan!!!

I am NOT addicted

(But I love the high I get)

I give it up every now and then

and no withdrawals yet!

Cream and sugar. or plain ol’ black

the combination’s are endless.

Made right, it is liquid cake

that doesn’t count as breakfast!

Thus, is my ode to coffee

and without it, life would just be

full of dull and drowsy zombies.

(I’M SO GLAD IT HAS CAFFEINE)

Round is the shape of the harvest moon and the shade of indigo is the sky tonight is the time for the appearance of loons So I ventured out last night to say “Hi” I brought with me a step ladder and some boards and hammers for nailing... For I was drunk and it did not matter If my scheme had a great chance of failing. It was only me inside of that field me and a scary black cat. My drunken mind believed the moon would yield cheddar cheese to store in my vats. The cat it meowed and licked it’s paw and the cat thought “This stupid moron” I glanced at it and with a loud guffaw I proceeded to pile boards on--- my three step ladder and nailed them in place (I’m surprised some actually held up) I worked like mad, with a stupid drunk face, all to grab some cheddar cheese grub. I placed and I hammered what I brought in my cart (For I it had wheeled out to the field.) I felt so brave, I felt so smart These thoughts did have my fate sealed... My construction reached enormous heights (Or it did in my imagination) I thought it was ready to get on it and climb I thought I’d be society’s sensation! That people would come from different lands all to see my construction piece... in droves, they come in cars and vans and climb up to the Moon of Cheese! That night was also Friday the Thirteenth But I had no fear of bad luck I thought of this and brought with me a horseshoe, which I then stuck onto the Black Cat, with the help of duck-tape (She didn’t appreciate this one bit) and I was filled with painful cuts and scrapes when decided to go and commit This genius act! To reach the Moon! It had clearly not been done before... I took a backpack to hold my tools and as I went along, I placed more--- wooden boards which I stabilized with the use of my nails of iron The Moon’s power had made me energized and cheddar cheese it made me desire! But then my friends all came looking for me they had all known something was wrong when I did not take their offer of coffee then out of doors I went along... and worried for all of my antics and worried more still that I was drunk They all set off practically frantic and of all of these things I  did had thunk! When I at last heard all of their voices when they had found me in that yellow green pasture They did not agree with most of my choices but this one was a future disaster! I was on the twenty-sixth stepping mount and could see the skyline of my town The alcohol in my blood was losing it’s count, when they approached and yelled to, “Get down!” I took one last glimpse of the bright white moon before my ladder collapsed to the ground. They took me the hospital I’m left to assume My hospital bed they did surround. I had passed out, and needed to recover but I do not regret my venture one bit That I survived, it was a wonder! However, I’m still disappointed... That that alcohol gave me a terrible crash ... it ruined my entire, ambitious plan! But I’ll try again! I have a stash--- of construction materials so I can try once again to reach the Moon of the Harvest and hope that I can possess it’s cheese... I heard it’s flavor is of the best and the tastebuds it does appease. But never again on the Thirteenth of Friday! That was just a bad idea... My horseshoe clearly did not allay The luck of the cat, ( Whom, I dubbed Maria...) The remnants of my last attempt may still be found  pasture, all yellow green the memory of my fast descent in broken chaos may be seen. I do not blame the Harvest Moon for the antics of my inner mind I know it just may bring out the inner buffoon that’s in all of us to find...