Blanket Poem

Warm, fuzzy, compressed,
I'm bundeled into a ball.
Like a catipiler in a crysilist.
I love the whole 8 hours we spend together at night,
Tight and secured.
The worst part of it all, is facing the enemy,
His name is the sun.
Waking up and having to leave my blanket in the morning,
is one of lifes hardest challenges.

Flame poem

The Flame was burning. 
Something that can be so beautiful can cause so much destruction and pain.             
Look a fly. 
It dove into the flame and disapierd.

Goatee, Mysterious package, Phone poem

There he was, it was midnight and he was creeping around the house.  I was young then, so I was scared.  I heard a ringing noise, probably from a a phone, so I snuck downstairs to see who it was.  What i saw came to my surprise.  He had a long white goatee.  His slow careful tacit movements were that of a panther.  He then took out a mysterious package from his bag and put it under my christmas tree, and when I blinked he was gone.

Random words from the dictionary Poem

All I can think about is pizza.
I impute the idea to malice anyone that touches my pizza.
It has effected me to the point that I need neurosurgery to forget about it.
It has so many far-out toppings too.
It has peperonni on it, like pips on dice.
My mouth drools to the point where I need a sponge to soak it all up.
Every bite I take tastes like heaven.
As if im drinking an elixir.
My gravitational pull to pizza is so large I need to be dragged out of the store.