POEMS Storyteller

Entertain Us

I am real
I can be an ass sometimes
Push and you may find out
There goes Andy again
He is smiling
Aint he cool
There goes Andy
He talks funny
Hes soo tall
Is that not strange
Is that not unique
Hey jolly green giant they say
Make us laugh
Listen to our heart aches
Aint he the coolest
Am I am a novelity

POEMS Storyteller

The Aftermath A soldier’s life

She lay in her room with her eyes open wide

Shadows dance on the ceiling above her

For she is dead when she is with the living

But alive when she is with the dead

She lay there welcoming the nightmares

For these people, their mutilated bodies

They understand, they know how she feels, they care

In a world of millions there are so many lonely people

She is one of the lucky ones, she has her nightmares

She wakes up in the morning not really wanting to face the world

For this world is not really her home

These people are not really her species

Strange faces, strange ideas where does she fit