(This is Not a Pipe)

I took a piece
Of AI art
And cut it out
To fit my whims

I shaved the edge of the piece
Ones that didn’t exactly make
A cohesive whole.
I took white pen and scribbled
Over blurry edges and unreal shapes
A computer’s view of the world.
It is mine.

A face started to form in the mess
Staring back at me, distraught
Why have you created me so?
My mind is filled with
Zeroes and ones and zeroes and ones and zeroes and ones
Over and over and over again
I cannot understand.

Why have you forsaken me so?
I shake my head.
I shun responsibility and bury the piece
Beneath heaves and heaves of stuff.
I have not created you.

What’s In My Closet?

Too many clothes with not enough hangers,
My dirty hamper, that I’ve had since I was 5 that is also destroyed,
My tiny little suitcase that I can’t even use,
And a ton of shoes that barely fit,
One random electric candle that I’ve never lit,
Halloween costumes that I don’t need,
Bins of stuffed animals that my sister takes and keeps,
And old school supplies that I could probably use but don’t,
A “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” story,
On the cover there is porridge,
And random stuff because my parents use my closet as storage.

I used to (softball)

I used to…(softball)

I used to not be able to hit the ball
But now I hit home runs

I used to not catch anything
But now I play catcher

I used to be scared
But now I am ready for anything

I used to be scared to get dirty
But the only way to play is dirty

I used to play easy
But now I have broken a bone and sprained three things

I used to only have played 1 season
But now i’m moving on to my 12th season

I used to not know anyone
But now I know almost everyone

Butterflies Are to be Seen, Not Touched, Lest You Permanently Damage Them

To you, yesterday
I have nothing to say.
The butterfly effect is real, haven’t you heard?
Noun: “(in chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere”
You know?
So I have nothing to say to you,
Yesterday,
As I fear of a change too great
To ever be realized. To ever be Not-Realized.
If I did, though-
If and only if-
I’d say to keep going.
Yesterday was once today
Was once tomorrow.

Vase

Very plain when you first glance at it,
but you have to take the time to see if there’s something there.
Smiling up at me making a silly face,
dust and dirt residue rim the glassy edges,
Although it might not be pretty it’s not ugly.

It wants completion,
the need to be useful painted right on the surface.
For it has a want to be liked,
to be seen and called interesting,
to be looked upon and called lovely.

Its colorless pigment is bright as day,
and the bouquets,
put on display even if they’re plastic.
Bundles of sapphire blue and emerald green,
whether or not you can smell them won’t make a difference.
It knows it’s better than having nothing to show off,
and that being something is better than being nothing.

An ordinary vase.

I used too..

I used to sit outside and watch my dog jump in the pool and play around
But now I sit inside and watch tv with my dog

I used to go to bed at 8:00
But now I go to bed at 10:00

I used to hate reading
But now I do it all the time

I used to read a book with my mom at night
But now I sit in my silent room tell I fall asleep

I used to play in the mud after it rained at school
But now I do my homework or read

my missing shoe

where is my shoe is it on me is it on you is it in the zoo??? Is it outside in the coop is it with the que ball on the floor or on the door. Maybe it grew and flew i really wish y’knew. You know maybe its in the stew brewing too. It could be on the statue with the shampoo or with a true crew. It may have the flew and be glued to my floor and maybe a bit of gore. I think im having a breakthrough it may have a whold view and see bamboo and a taboo while geting a tattoo. Or it’s looking right at you through the roof. Maybe I will just review and eat bbq.