VERY BAD POETRY (2nd Draft)

It's Overwhelming (2nd draft from "to many clothes")
It's overwhelming to come up with the words
to express how you feel
overwhelming like a mother
searching for a lost child
the pen starts to write
at first the mother is irritated
you are still at the lost for words
the irritation turns to panick
the words seem so far gone
panicked, tears flowing, words mumbling
she asked around and looks for the lost child
at the lowest point
when you are about to give up
the words come, as if they were there the entire time
the child runs into her mothers arms
the mother hugs her child with more love than ever
the page
the moment
the words
becomes peaceful

VERY BAD POETRY

THERE WERE!

THERE WERE PLANTS

AND ANTS

THERE WERE ROCKS

AND SOCKS

THERE WERE THINGS

AND RINGS

THERE WERE DRUGS

AND SLUGS

THERE WERE WORDS

AND BIRDS...

To Many Clothes

I have to many clothes

I don't know what to wear

It sucks like eating a pear

It's overwhelming.

Blogs

I have a blog

I had a pet frog

I will hit you hit you with log

now i will go take a jog.

WATCH YOUR BACK!

You better watch your back

this is a fact

running like track

im tired of the 20 sack

so watch your back...

and your front

She's all that!

Man She was all that!

all what?

She's off the map!

do you need to crap?

damn she was good lookin!

don't sit there, that seat is tookin

Impulse

M: Where do you think you are going...
W: Just stop it, I am leaving
M: But I treated you good, you have everything you could ever want
W: But you didn't love me, thats why i am leaving you
M: I treated you like a queen, and this is how you repay me?
W: you treated me like shit, i should have listened to the people who told me about you
M: You know what, screw you then, maybe you should have listened to them, they don't know what they are talking about.
W: Screw You, you're selfish
M: No you're selfish! I treated you good.
W: But your never home! And when you are I can't stand to be with you
M: Fine, don't be with me, go then, you'll be back in the morning
W: Don't count on it
M: Ok.. Bye, say goodnight to the Bad Guy!

Four Alarm Fire

Meet Billy, He is nine years old and has dreams of being a firefighter, he and his elementary school class took a field trip to the art museum. As the other kids run around and are being yelled at by their teacher, Billy's eyes lock on a painting across the room, he walks towards it with a blank stare and sits and stares at it for a second. He envisions that he is fighting the fire, he has all the gear on, he just jumped off the truck, and the building is about to collapse. They think everyone is out but they realize there is one lady who is still stuck on the top floor. The Head firefighter calls to Billy, "Billy, you have to go up there and get her, Billy! COME ON!" Billy's eyes are distracted from the painting and he hears his teacher calling his name to go. Billy grows up to save many people from fires.

INTRO

My name is Antonio Montana, I came to the united states to find the american dream. I am from cuba but I hate communists. I stabbed a communist to get a green card to come into the united states, I become one of the biggest drug lords in miami. I don't have an education and i'm not the smartest man, but I know the streets. I came here to get rich and I did. Poetry has always been one of my passions when i'm not fighting off people with guns I am writing poetry about all that I have been through