Poets Become Mind readers

Tingles and signals from their antenae.
The smells of food leading them
to suffice their colony.

To protect the Queen,
to defend the young,
to fight for home.

Is it all a dream to him?
Would he ever stop or keep going?
I wish he would do his work.
Can he do his work and go
a day without sleeping?

I wish I can buy basket balls all day.
I love my fans.
I love my glyzing memes .
I love Taco Tuesday.
Should I retire?
Am I too old?
It can’t be.
I know I’m the best.

In a Cherry blossom’s mind. . . .

PINK

I think in Cherry blossoms,
they think about love.

A lot of people get married
under the cherry blossoms.

Why is this place so pretty?

Why are so many people here?

Will I ever get to taste food?

Why are my leaves falling?

I think the cherry blossom is . . . .

I feel like it would get cold
or hot.

Will I ever fall in love.

Watching us do school work,
or hearing us complain about
writing an essay.
It wishes it could talk and tell
us to be quiet.

Imagining it could move
and glue our mouths shut,
talking to other plants,
asking “how was your day?”

Thinking about growing tall,
waiting for me to water it,
eating the sun’s light
as if it was a feast.

Why can’t I move?
Why can’t I talk?
How do I look?
Am I green?

My little cousin.
What do babies think about?
What is going on inside their brain?
Do they have a favorite food?
Maybe a favorite color?
Or maybe a favorite toy?
Or even a favorite outfit to wear?
Or do they have nothing going
on in their brains.

Bailey what’s inside your brain?
Do you even have one?
Some days you act like you
don’t like when you run into
the door when the curtains
are open, other days
you do good tricks that
my dad taught you?

Inside Bailey’s brain is bones,
treats everywhere, a choice
of where you sleep
and the door looks invisible
when it’s clean.
Your people look like
giants and always put
clothes on me.

Why do you always sit there in your rocking chair every night?
You’re so sweet and innocent, Why does the Lord treat you like this?
Your beautiful self is stuck in a small world of your own.
You should go to bingo with your friends.
Why do people make you cry?
You’re so innocent and old, why must people treat you this way?
Don’t hate yourself because of the way people treat you.
Just love yourself.
Why do people have hatred for you?
Your 92 self should be loved and never hated.

-Sincerely to my Grandma

I’m so tired of school.
I just want to go home and play on my PS5.
When will I be able to go home and listen to music.
I’m so hungry.
I miss my girlfriend Amelia.
Why won’t my dad let me go to the park.
(in Math) I’m about to fall asleep.
I can’t wait to go eat.
I need my girlfriend.
I miss her hugs.

Bunch of fictional characters

Hello Kitty and Spiderman

Shoes floating over her head.

Nikes, Jordans, Pumas, Addidas

Roller coasters with obstacles.

Labubu charms falling from the sky.

It thinks about the water
that forms inside
of its hard shell.

It wants to flow
with the
ocean currents.

It’s dream is
to become
one with the
palm tree.

Its 3 eyes
filled with no
more than
a simple
dream.

In it was the day
she got taken from her mom
bought to random person’s house
She was scared!

She dreamed of going back,
until she found my love.

Piles and piles of cat yogurt,
even more hugs and kisses.

She probably misses her family.
But loves her new one.

The empty void in my heart,
burning away everyday.
I try not to think about it,
but it consume me everyday,
feeding off my pain and suffering.
It sucks to live in a world with so much pain,
but it’s the struggle God puts us through.
I try to have with friends and family,
but it always comes to my mind on an alarm.
Not even my game forsaken. It always comes
about. I just hope when I’m older, things will change.

If I shake a table enough
will it cause an earthquake?
I’ll fake being sick until
Mommy let’s me stay home.
I hate being alone.
Gummi-worms are truly
okay to eat even if
they fell on the floor
and hour ago.

Will I revive if I fall on the
stairs on purpose?
Why is my dad so gosh .
gosh darn bald?
If I slap my brother on his
head until he plays Roblox
with me. I need more
Roblox.

There is a scenario in mind,
that gives her butterflies.

It’s someone she loves a lot,
with almost all her heart.

In there is her own imagination
of her holding his hand in a beach
with sand.

In there is a heart full of hopes and dreams,
with a hint of love and whatever else is seamed.

There is a voice screaming what if’s and insecurities.
But, in there is another voice that’s stronger,
and does the unthinkable. It asks him out.

Now there is a dream come true,
with her holding his hand in the playground.

In her mind are voices saying I love him,
and more dreams for them to stay like
this forever.

In her mind is a dream come true,
with flowers and love letters in her head.

Does my eraser change colors
whenever it wants?

I wish I was a pen.

Does my age depend on
how tall I am?

I want to rest from my
writing.

Why do people break me in half?

I want to go back with eraser.