*My Mother's Kitchen*

**Just a rough draft of the assignment.**


My mothers kitchen is the place to be.
Guns and horses and mater die's.
Once its closed it's gone till then.
But once its open it never ends.

Pots and pans all about.
Plates and plates they all amount.
Ice box has closed
drawers are shut
cabinets are invisible.
pantry is dead.

As the production ends.

Maybe It's Just Me?

Such a reality.
We see it everywhere,
T.V., newspaper, internet.
It's all there, fights, problems, crys.
We all see it.
Or at least  I think.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's just my life, my eyes, my ears.
Maybe I wish I saw it everywhere.

Moon & Sun.

Its strange. Yes. I know.
But the world is all
flippled around these days.
So really it's not strange.
It's normal for the world today.
Flipped and turned on the side
it was ment to stand on.

Hannah Starkey

Poles on a side walk so lonely
washed by the dirty air.
She is being watched
by someone she doesn't even know is there.
Trees wave as if nothings wrong.
She is on the phone and somethings gone wrong.
Her life is uncontrollable
and she can't change her ways.
People are watching, trees are swaying,
poles are standing, fences are sturdy,
and the world whispers her new life
in one sentence.

Odd.

How things go from bad to good.
Basically no in between.
Kind of like me.
It changes so fast.
Your life in an instant.
You can't tell fantasy
apart from reality.

Purity

What does she deserve?
Nothing, thats what.
She doesn't deserve anything.
Not even her own body,
her soul is too evil for it.
She was so pure so, so pure.
Until her mind forgot.
She forgot to be pure.

Ugliness of Loneliness

Apples fall from the trees
as fast as birds fly from the bee's.
The tree looks ugly when
the apples fall, its sad where they had been.
Birds become afraid of the buzzing bee's.
Just like people are afraid of tree's.
They are so lonely, oh so lonely.
Without their apples to accompany them.