Nick+Manton

"**A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.**" -Robert Frost


 * In The Chair **
 * Memory Poem **

Sitting on the leather, feeling stuck to it, being pulled in like a fly and a venus fly trap About to collapse under the my impatience, about to explode from building up with anxiety. Am I the size of a perimysium or a skyscraper? The noise of a very distraught woman being tangoed through the halls by two BAM! my mind is shattered open by "YOUR NOT HIS MOTHER!" My stepmom is knocked out by her words and dizzied from this one hit knockout. From her words I knew I'd be living a whole new life.

**Ode To Food**

 * Ode**

Thank you for always being there for my black hole of a stomach. Thank you for the wonderful feeling I get when I envelop thee.

I plop down on the couch after my tank is filled with scrumptiousness After my nap I am ready to go Complete my homework and eat again No matter how much consumption There is always this one assumption That you will always replenish

Its not a nice assumption But if you do not replenish I'm screwed

**SHUT UP**
===****Riff Poem**** ===

"Silence is golden but duct tape is silver."

Sometimes people just cant go a second without a sound They need their input on every little thing

When you need the silence To calm yourself

Theres always that one person

Who Can't Stay Quiet

Its like a little tick at each moment you think that have perfect silence... Then it comes right back and it makes you want to run around the earth Using that momentum to throw the little tick out of the holes in the ozone layer

You may try to fall asleep Or read a book

Then theres always that one person

Who Can't Stay Quiet

Each moment the tick happens Is someone turning up the heat on your stove until You finally boil over the edge media type="file" key="Poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"


 * "I was raised by..."**

I was raised by weird and unusual who don't really care about anyone else, because then they have to waster their energy on someone else type of people

I was raised by the loyal and caregiving who will do anything in their power for you yet strict and to the point who don't take any shit sort of people

I was raised by always angry and traveling who want revenge because they have been stolen from who fly through and destroy everything in their path type of...birds

I was raised by the generous and selfless who would do anything for other because they want others to benefit from what they can teach them who always put others before them-self type of people


 * Sonnet**

Why must I write a poem of this form? Oh, What fun, I have no clue what to write. In the mean time I will stare at the screen. Oh crap, my screen is extremely dirty I should clean it as soon as possible But first I really should write this poem