I Carry...

I carry notebooks and folders
filled with drafts of my heart.
I carry a mental thesaurus
and thousands of pencils.
The weight is tolerable
but sometimes back breaking.

I carry the courage
To reveal my soul
as well as to pick up snakes.
I carry the fear
of sarcasm and harsh criticism.

I carry my muse
The Inspiration Bunny,
ideas flowing from her laughter.

I carry a block,
It changes from being as small as a pin
to being so huge that it blocks out
the sun of all hope
of finishing just one sentence.

I carry the support
Of friends who help me
Reword my world to something
A little bit brighter.

If I had to get pulled over.....

"Ah, crap." I sighed, blue flashing lights filled my Ninja. I grumbled and pulled over.
"I was only doing 10 over." The authoritative figure stepped out and approached like all cops approach. Slow, stalling to freak you out to see if you have anything illegal in the car, or are just plain stupid. He leaned down and I rolled down the window and grumbled again.
"Ma'am, do you re...."
"Manamanah! Do do dododo! Manamanah!" my stereo interrupted. A look of utter shock painted itself over his law enforcing face. I just shrugged.
"What? So I speed to the Muppets."

Rose's aren't red

Roses aren't always red.
They can be pink, yellow, white, and
I've even seen purple.

Violets are not blue.
Violets are violet.
Otherwise, why
would we name them after a color
they aren't?

Sugar is definitely sweet.
A Pixie Stix can prove that,
but this cliched poem ins't.

Though I do hope
that i did place
a "Sweet" smile on your face.