3Q11

L is for love

M is for men 

N is for never failing

O is for opposites attract

P is for pretty moments

Q is for quirks 

R is for real

3Q10

powerful and vast and unknown
it's unexplored yet we act like we know what's going on
but the space is occupied by stars and colors that we wish we could indulge in
galaxies that come together like lost pieces of chipped nail polish
they swirl like soap in the unwashed dishes in your sink
the stars hang from the sky on strings and if you're lucky you'll see one snap

3Q9

cut the bun
put on griddle
divide the beef in half
cook them then stick them in the bun
add the second bun
then stack with sauce

3Q7

she sat and ate the pumpkin pie
assuming that she wouldn't get large
she had no idea how much she ate
but she looked at her stomach and saw one big arch
falling round over her waist.
The pie! She screamed The pie she raged while tossing her plate
into the piles and piles of discarded fruit and crust
she tried to stand up and get out of that pie infected place
but instead she fell flat with a bang and with it came the pain
of all the weight she had gained by eating that damn pumpkin pie

3Q6

1. I couldn’t have known what I’d feel from that day on
   I was entering an abyss I had never contemplated 
   Beginning I thought this could be fun 
   Who knew I’d fall  and end in a painful blow
   Your eyes said begin but mine said nothing in return
   I understand the frustration you must have felt with nothing to receive
   only to give and I suppose now it’s my turn
   Did you stop loving? Or did you never have love to conceive?

3Q5

The woman confronts me, she's thin but quick
to knock on my door and ask for answers
about the last man who was suffocated by something or someone slick
enough to cover their tracks with out laying any hands on them.
Although one connection led to me standing in my doorway
she readied her fists as if she knew I wanted to take her life too
but she didn't interest me for she was a kind woman
and the men I had slain were criminals crooks and there's no problem
taking their lives away.

3Q4

The cursed old man yelled profane words to the boys
who played too loud in their yards
they weren't scared of the man who threatened to trouble them
they were able bodied and running wasn't hard
Afflicted with bones of sticks and skin of paper the man could do nothing
but grieve his old silent mornings like he used to before

The boys stopped playing when the man's sticks had broken and paper torn
for they had no one to trouble just someone to mourn
they wished that man had not said his execrations as his last heard words
the man was still there and he began to plan his return
on the boys who ruined his quiet mornings as they did so many times before.