The Tangerine and the Poster

Mom: Excuse me! Have you seen my little Tangerine? Oh my poor boy! He has never left his basket before. Oh my!

Officer: Madam! Please calm down. When was the last time you have seen him?

Mom: Yesterday! Sir, he has never left home before. I am scared, please find him! Really!

Officer: O.k. Well can you please describe what he looks like?

Mom: Yes! Yes! He is a young boy. Probably a couple of weeks old. He is smaller than most boys. He has orange tinted skin. Short brown hair, kind of more fuzzy than hair. If he actually has any hair...

Officer: ...Thank you. That is enough. Does this character sketch I just drew up look like Tangerine?

Mom: O my gosh! Yes it does thank you.

Officer: Your welcome. We will hang it around the city as soon as possible and we will find your little boy!

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It hangs

A character sketch

A poster of a Tangerine.

Small, orange and dangerous,

out on the loose.

A wanted fruit.

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"Lock your doors!"

They scream.

A dangerous felon on the run.

A criminal to society

Killing many

a deadly fruit.

The poster of a Tangerine.

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Pressure of the Eye

It moves with every tick

that eye.

What did I do?

It stares, it watches

hazelly dark, squinting

it gazes.

The Beautiful Actress

actors and actresses gather round

close your heart and ignore the sound

the sound of a crying soul

the sound of a dying goal

you gave it all up with his touch

and with his touch you lost so much

you lost your strength to move on

what you had is all gone

you sit inside and wonder why

as people wonder why you cry

ou ignore the calls form you friends

thinking all along that this is the end

you forgot about your desires

and you feel so uninspired

hopeless and sensitive you sit

feeling as though all you can do is quit

you act as if its all alright

but your giving up without a fight

i can see inside you

and all i see is blue

a blue soul, a blue heart 

all i am feeling is apart

I want you to tell me how you feel.

I want you to quit the act and be real.

I know that it hurts you deep inside,

but, with me you can confide.

So here I am by your side,

ready and able to be your guide.

Take a tissue and dry those tears,

because you giving up is my biggest fear.

Together we will unit as one,

reminding you that you are not done.

This is just a little bump in the road,

and you are just carrying a heavy load.

But talk to me and let it all out,

its not worth it to stay in and pout.

Life awaits you and all you can be,

just open your heart again

... and you will see. 

Drip

Water drips from the ceiling

and into a bucket. 

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It is a constant,

drip,

drip,

drip.

I can not sleep.

Bare October

October,

Brisk air fills the lungs

As small smoke clouds fill the air on each exhale.

Orange, yellow, brown and red leaves,

decorate the trees like ornaments.

Crystal flakes blanket the ground.

And it is just morning,

the sun has just woke.

A Simple Scene

Draw me a picture

Where there is a rainbow

A rainbow whose end,

ends at a pot of gold.

And at that pot of gold-lepricans.

Lepricans dancing in a field,

In a field where that rainbow ends.

And in that field-wildflowers.

Wildflowers blanketing that field,

that field where that rainbow ends.

Draw me a picture.

With wildflowers in a field.

A field with lepricans dancing,

dancing next to a pot of gold,

where at the pot of gold,

 

a rainbow ends.

Fear

The breeze that once was has gone asleep

And the child's laugh hibernates

No one moves feet rooted to the ground

The human voice has withered out

And everything is still

Everything is still for a picture

The baby's cry has dwindled 

And dad's snore remains a memory

As the sun shines down

The sound of one man's heart subsides

The rustling leaves have been put to rest

And grandpa's whistling has expired

As the eyes wonder around

The dog's bark has ceased