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A book of poems and ideas made by me or about me
Sundown

The lush spring sky turns down
As it turns into gold
You can see the beauty of sundown
As the air becomes stone-cold.

Spring turns into summer
And during sundown it is romantic
And you can taste the flavor
Of the delicious peach tonic.

Fall takes over
As the pink sky is revealed
The air transforms from a toaster
And schools are unsealed.

The orange winter sets on the horizon
And the air turns into a freezer
The wind sways the jasmine
As you eat a bowl of chowder

Spring, summer, fall, and winter
The sunsets of those are not understandable
During those times we get weaker
Avoiding these times is futile

(This poem was made when I was supposed to be doing my homework, instead I was working on this on the computer using an online rhyming dictionary.)

*Kega

Oh no! Oh no!
It’s Kega! Don’t you know?
He’s a vicious, cold-blooded robot
Who has no heart!

He was born in a lab
From the Atom Robot factory.
He heard some blab
And became very fiercely.

After he killed everyone
He flew to Ohko’s castle.
Everything felt like all or none
And he felt very agile.

Yo! What what?!

He was consumed by Ohko’s reasons
And had no thought of what would happen.
One mistake, he would be sent to the deathly dungeons
And he hoped nothing would happen to his huge noggin.

Ohko enhanced his powers
And he was filled with dark thoughts.
His cords were filled with torturous showers
And his “ears” were covered in gunshots.

I’m going to tell you what he can do
And of what he is.
I’m going to tell you what he wields
And what he’ll become. Yo!

He can eat one-hundred men
And can never be full.
If you mess with him
He’ll become very armful.

His laugh could shatter a heart
He laughs when there is slaughter.
Kega can never be shot
And his shell is so much harder.

Kega wields a blade
He will command a soldier like a cop.
And there is something that he has made-
A war that will never stop. Yo!

He is the general of the Heartless army, what?!
And he is not too forgiving.
He will curse, awfully
And never get in his way when he’s crushing

Everyone’s afraid of him
Even the mightiest of warriors.
He is very grim
And he has no care about losers.

He bows to only Ohko
And will hunt Joeki down.
Kega is never no-show
Even after sundown.

Kega will become something that will help people
But it’ll also be something that he’ll like.
Darkness will be gone from him.
Once Ohko is done.

(Kega is one of my favorites. I enhanced by adding "yo" and "what" to it. Ha ha ha! Pah! That's my catchphrase if you don't know what it is.)

Me & Me

I live in Oklahoma,
I think I have a coma,
I have a diploma,
About how to make an aroma.

I live in a home,
In the Superdome,
I like to roam,
Near a metronome.

I like a lot of pie,
since, of coarse, I'm a guy.
I can throw a bulls-eye,
So I say bye-bye!

I have a friend named Clark,
He has a pet shark,
Who's afraid of the dark,
Without a small spark.

I like to buy dice,
At a very high price,
To give useful advice,
To people who want a paradise.

I don't like division,
My brain might have a collision,
People think I have supervision,
But I mostly like television

I'm too young to shave,
I'm not too brave,
I sometimes behave,
Near a microwave.

I hate any kind of bug,
That gulp down my fruit punch jug,
I have a teddy bear that I hug,
That I never use as a rug.

I'm mostly a slob,
And I don't have a job,
I have made a thingamabob,
That feeds me corn of the cob.

I've made two popcorns collide,
I will never have a bride,
So you can tell I'd like a joyride,
Brendon and I have played out Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Well, I'm gonna go blow a bubble,
Maybe even double,
Then I'll turn it into rubble,
Before I get in trouble!

(I made this poem after I bought a REAL rhyming dictionary at a school book fair. I made the poem just for fun and thought of entering it in a contest, but I used "Kega". This isn't true stuff.)

The Rich Death

Once upon a time, there was a very rich and powerful man. His name was Jalob. He was so rich and powerful he forced the mayor of his town to make a law. In return, he would give him one billion coins. The mayor, mesmerized by the coins, said yes to the deal. He asked Jalob what was the law. "The law will be, 'No one will be allowed to kill me or anyone of my family blood. If they do, they will die a horrible death.' That will be the new law." The mayor, too stupid to be thinking of what this will do, said yes the the deal. Jalob's brother, Kerox, thought about this law. He was jealous of his brother. Jalob was rich, and he was a lowly peseant. A cunning plan began to form in his head. Three days later, Kerox paid a visit at Jalob's castle. "Hello, my good brother!" He was unaware that Kerox had a knife behind his back. They greeted each other like real brothers. No one saw what the brother of a rich and powerful man did to be rich and powerful like his brother. Days later, guards found the body of Jalob and found that Kerox killed him. "But remember, no one is allowed to kill him or anyone of his family blood. Since I'm his blood, I'll be able to live. So if you kill me, you will die a horrible death." The guards had to follow the law. Kerox became the new millionaire and lived a wonderful life.

Me 13

I just took a cab
To a man-made scab
So I can stab
A shopping crab

I just bought a run-down blender
And Itmel has no gender
This chicken is so tender
I just slapped a goaltender

My cat just ate three blind mice
And I had to pay the price
By eating some yellow ice
Is this some fool’s paradise?

My right foot’s name is Scottie
And he can be very naughty
I don’t know karate
Oh! And my pet is an antibody

My dog is a trucker
I just had a sucker
My dad is a bloodsucker
My clock is a chucker

I can do a war cry
I just caught a dragonfly
I’ve been shot by the FBI
Hey! Gimme that French fry!

I welcome all
To a killing mall
Of course, I’m a goofball
I just fell into a pitfall

This poem is so cheesy
My stomach is uneasy
I feel quite sneezy
I think Scottie is queasy

I can count to only six
And my mailbox gets the chicks
I’ve tried raw cake mix
It tasted like a nasty brick

I’ve never been at Hollywood
Pie is finger-licking good
I’ve acted like Robin Hood
And people misunderstood

My best friend likes Donald Duck
Autumn Huston thinks he’s a lame duck
I’ve ran over her with a truck
She don’t have any luck

I think I’m gonna cry
Because I gotta say bye
I got something in my eye
Maybe it’s a fly

(It's the same thing with Me & Me.)

Our vacation trip


Alex and I went to Mortonville. We took the train there. It was fun, but it took a lot of hours of traveling. We were excited when we finally reached the city. When we got off the train, we went to one of the taxis that were sitting out front. We told the driver where our hotel was that we were going to stay at. He recognized the street name. We had no problem getting there. When we arrived at the Red Book Hotel, we walked up to the door and tried opening it, but it was locked. And the place looked empty inside. Then we noticed a note on the door. It said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, but we are temporarily closed due to excess farting. We will open again when the problem is fixed." So we walked to the little grocery store next door because they had a pay phone and we needed to look in the phone book to find a cheap place to stay. We had to call like 13 places, but we eventually found a cheap enough place. It was probably the second cheapest to the Purple Loser. The lady on the phone had a thick accent, so I hoped that I got the address right. We waved for a taxi and told the driver where we wanted to go. He knew exactly where to go. We ended up in Little USA Town. It was in the middle of the city. That was where the hotel was. We stopped and got out of the taxi. We stood there in front of the hotel looking at it. It was set back between two hotels. It had green paint on it that was chipping off, so really only half of it was painted. When we walked up to the old door, it had decorations of clock cut-outs taped to it’s window. We went up to the counter to check in. The lady there was the one who I had talked to on the phone, I recognized her accent. When she handed me the key, it sounded like she said something about jump pencils. I told her I hadn’t brought any. But maybe that’s not what she said. Then we walked up the narrow stairway to go find our room. Upstairs, each room’s door was painted a different color. I guessed that our yellow key went with the blue door. The key fit (sort of), so we went in. The cement walls were red and burp. I think it might have been fake cement. There was also a cross on the wall with flowers on it and a picture of an old woman. It looked like a memorial. We set our bags down. We were feeling hungry so we decided we’d go out for lunch. When we went down the stairs and headed out the door, the lady said, “Hang you.” It probably was innocent, so we just waved and smiled. My friend and I walked a ways to get out of Little Mexico Town, because we were afraid we wouldn’t be able to read the menus at the restaurants. The first American looking restaurant we came to was called the The Fart Fork. I hoped the title wasn’t implying anything. My friend and I ordered veggie burgers with fries. But later when the waiter came back with the food, He had brought us licked apples with fries. He said that they had ran out of veggie burgers. So we had fries for lunch. And the forks WERE smacked! I noticed some customers had brought plastic forks.

After lunch we wanted to go shopping and see the city. When we left the restaurant, we just started heading down the street looking at everything and seeing if there were any stores we wanted to stop at. We came to this one little store called Finkletoes's. It looked interesting, so we went in. All they sold there were ball ornaments and peach ornaments. They were all different designs and sizes. They had them displayed on Christmas trees. I don’t really know how they could stay in business. Although, it did look like someone lived in the house.

We continued shopping for the rest of the afternoon. By around 5 o’clock, we were tired of shopping, and we had realized that we had gotten ourselves lost. It seemed that way because we kept seeing the same shops over again. And my friend kept buying the same things. So we just decided we’d get a taxi to take us to our hotel. We waved for a taxi, and one came right then. That was easy. We told the driver where our hotel was that we wanted to go to. When we got in the car, I started to think this wasn’t a regular taxi though. He turned on loud music, and there was a disco ball and a lady in the passenger seat dressed in sparkly clothing and she had a feather on her head. She kept smiling at us, trying to get us to groove with her. Eventually, after a while, we got back to the hotel (I don’t know how to pronounce it’s name.) I think he charged us way more than the average taxi. He could have also took his time driving around since we didn’t know where we were going. He said goodbye and sent us on our way with a bag of party favors.

We had dinner in our room that night. After dinner, we were really tired, so we went to bed. When I got in bed I heard someone next door turn on their tv. You could hear well through the walls. The lady next door started yelling. It startled me at first, but then I realized that it sounded like sports were on her tv, and she was yelling at it. I just layed in bed and stared at the walls. I practically had the photo of the lady on the wall memorized. And also the moldy pizza that was stuck to the ceiling. My friend had brought earplugs so she was better off. Whenever I would start to fall asleep, I felt something tug at my covers. My friend was asleep.

The next day was our last day. The hotel was kind of creeping me out. We spent the day shopping again. We avoided non-yellow taxi cabs. Overall, we had a fun time.

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My nightmare (but funny)

Last night I had a scary nightmare. Do you mind if I tell you? Maybe talking to someone would make me feel better.

I remember in my dream I was staying at my mom’s house. I was sitting by the fire in my pencil-neck chair and watching tv. The fire was nice because outside it was cold and dark. Suddenly I heard a car pull up in the driveway, so I got up and went over to the window to see who it was. I peaked through the curtains. I saw a dark figure get out of the car and start to walk up to the porch. At first I couldn’t tell who it was. But when she came into the light of the porch light I saw who it was! It was my aunt Gertrude! And she was holding something in her hand. It looked like it could have possibly been her "famous" peach soup with chocolate covered ants in it that she would always make us eat! I quickly closed the gap of the curtain and jumped over to the tv to turn it off so that she wouldn’t hear anything. Plus there were people swearing on tv. But then I heard her say, "I heard something in there." I quickly hid behind the giant statue of the red fool. I didn’t feel safe enough there, so I made a mad tip-toed dash to the stairway. About half way up, I accidentally stepped on a lamp that was left on the staircase, and it started to tumble down the stairs! I watched it fall in slow motion, horrified that it might make a sound. But luckily it happened to land right on the trampoline at the end of the staircase! (ya, in my dream we had a trampoline!) I went up to the office and hid in there. I stood there in the dark a while listening to Gertrude knock on the door. Eventually she’d go away. Then I heard foot steps on the roof. It was coming closer to the window. When I saw what it was, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe it. There was a big Santa Clause farted across my roof! He didn’t see me when he went by. I thought, "Wow, Santa DOES exist. I just hadn’t imagined him to be as boring as he is. Wow, what a wonderful epiphany." I smiled at the thought of a REAL tooth fairy needing to visit him. (I could tell by his toothless smile) But then I thought, "Well wait a minute, why is Santa on my roof in November? Should I be alarmed? Is he trying to get away with making Christmas come early so he can slack off on Christmas? Plus, I haven’t even stapled up my old white presents decoration on the door. I ALWAYS put that up at Christmas time." I tip-toed over to the hall closet which had my box of Christmas stuff in it. I went in and turned the light on. What I saw when I turned the light on, -it just really bothered me. Someone had set a big box of moldy chocolate on top of my stuffed dog! It was being smashed! Its face was sticking out and it had a mad look on its face. It made me a little uneasy. And it was kind of creepy. So I went out of the closet and closed the door. I felt kinda bad leaving it though. I went down the hall and into my old bedroom. I still couldn’t belive someone had smashed my dog. I had always tried to keep it nice. I had been given that because I had gotten 6th place at my 5th grade track meet. That was the best I ever did, and I always wanted to be a runner. I just noticed my aunt had stopped knocking on the door. I grabbed the flashlight off the dresser so I could see where I was going. Then I noticed a note taped to the outside of my window. I went over to open the window. I grabbed the note and read it. It said, "Hey Gertrude, If you don’t stop having people stalk me and harass me, just because you want your stupid pizza back, then I’m going to set off the bomb I just hid on the roof."
That is the last thing I remember in my dream.

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* Kega was going to part of Island Keyno, but now he will be an idea of which I'll decide where he should belong. Once that happens I will edit his poem.
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