Tyler's Haiku's and Poem

Haiku’s:

The one - 

it’s at the big M
colossal and delicious
they call it big mac 

Help me - 

a hunger deep down
only one thing can suffice
give me the big mac

The new reign -

Burger King is dead
McDonalds is king now
all hail the big mac 

Get it -

kids dream about it  
and grown ups have to have it
now just go get it

My everything - 

what more could you want 
taste buds yearning for a glimpse
it is everything 

Poem: THE NOISE 

I open my eyes, a noise

alone i lay, sheets all a mess

it’s dark, 3 am

just hearing things I guess

it comes again

the noise

what is it

is my mind playing tricks,

but there it is again something is near

i refuse to acknowledge it,

but someone is here

should i hide, should I pray 

how can i know whats best

terror fills my chest

i move to the closet

floors creaking  

footsteps up the stairs

my arms stand up it’s hairs

i begin to tremble

my heart beats so fast 

each breath I take 

could it be my last

the doorway fills with darkness

every inch wrapped in fear

what does it want 

why is it near 

do i scream 

do i yell

is this it 

this is hell

closer it comes 

i can’t bear it

I try to move but i’m stuck 

completely out of luck

just before i see its face

everythings gone, I’m awake 

such a relief, 

a deep breath i take 

I look around 

it’s dark, 3 am 

did I just hear a sound

Just play along

In a calm and quiet park
across a rusty old barn

a group of kids just run around
chanting different melodies and sounds.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride"

Like from another moment in time
they seem really old and sad

and without any remorse
they look at you with witty eyes.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride"

Pale skin, fake smiles,
greasy hair and red eyes

they will just go around the chains
repeating different sounds.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride,
If not Daddy will come with his tools
and everything will turn black."

By: Loipa Ramos

Poem # 6 - The Dance Floor of Death

She ran as far away as she could,
blood dripping from her dress

The club music pounded so loudly

Drowning her sounds of distress

Amidst the surrounding dancers,

She spotted her attacker approaching

Armed with a knife and a cold stare

She knew her death was impending

She cried for help from fellow patrons
But everyone was too drunk to care,

Some even asked her for a dance

Not noticing her cries of despair

Her breathing was heavy,

Her bleeding intensified.

The more her attacker drew closer,

The more she grew petrified.

She struggled to escape this nightmare,

This endless dark tunnel with no light

She made her way past the dance floor

But an exit seemed nowhere in sight

She made her way to the ladies’ bathroom

She tried to enter, but the door was locked

Quickly losing time and blood,
she madly screamed and knocked

A painful stab made its way to her back

And a hand subdued her piercing cry

“You had it coming, you cheating bitch,”

His soft voice cried, “You deserve to die!”

She fell to the ground, barely clinging to life

In her last few breaths, she looked at his face

Her eyes met his with fading recognition

The love they once shared is gone without a trace

There she laid, the poor dead girl.

A victim of a scorned heart lying on the floor.

As the night progressed, she was overlooked by most

as a passed out drunk sleeping by the bathroom door.

"My guilty pleasure" Haiku 4 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"My guilty pleasure"
My guilty pleasure
To indulge in a Big Mac!
Oh how I crave you

Ali's Haiku-isms # 27

Big Mac Satisfies

Hunger consumes me
Craving a giant hunk of beef
Give me my Big Mac!!

It's After Me!

I run as fast as I can,
but not as fast as the boogie man

I hide and try not to make a sound,
but he knows exactly where I'm to be found.

My hearts pounds furiously, I scream in pain,
as he shoves he claws into my brain.

I can't think, I can't speak, why is this what I was destined?
A creature destroying me, as he rips out my intestines.

The only thing I crave is for him to let me die,
but he relishes the slowness, his fangs puncturing my eyes.

I had dreams, I had ambition, I was going to be a singer,
but that's all finished, I silently thought, as he bit off every finger

You can't imagine or comprehend, this pain beyond belief,
the mental and physical agony as he removes every one of my teeth

Before I'm finished, he steals a kiss full of blood and screams,
then he laughs and with a final beat, my heart stops and I decease.

Recess!

There's three times the bun,
which equals three times the fun,
a burger playground.