Colleen Boyle's Poetry;

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"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."

Only You, Google <3

Oh, Google!
You are the King to my queen
Without you,
I’d be filled with nothing b
ut fluff.
I am not a smore,
I am paid programming
Giving humans the gift
Of knowledge.
How else would I have of known
Ulysses S. Grant got a $20 speeding ticket
For driving his horse and buggy too fast in 1870?
Only you.
I owe my good marks to you
And only you.
For me, the lazy folk,
Who can’t use a library t
o save my life,
I bow down to youAnd your magnificent searching abilities.
All of this ink on me, came from you.
Like ligaments,you complete me.


Google is my Life

Google is a cyber magician
One thing in, millions come out
You want Abe Lincoln? You get him without one omission.
Google is a cyber magician.
It’s a secret spy on a mission.
It can find anything faster than you can shout…
“Google is a cyber magician.”
One thing in, millions come out.


Gone

The ant had one goal.
To Reach the end,
Stomp! There goes another one.
Ruined forever.
It can not be brought back.
Although not visible from way up there,
It was there.
Left behind with only one thing hurt.
You.



*Insert Title Here*

Words fill the page with a's and b's and c's
Sentenced form from these letters of doom.
My ming is empty with only a breeze.
One more letter and it will surely fume.
too fried to even think about the pain.
The chirps in my head symbolize the lack
of caring done on my part. Oh brain!
If that did not make sense to a small yak,
i dont care. Titles never ever can
Come to my mind. Who nees one anyway?
Ugh. You know what? Think of one yourself, man.
Right now my brain is yelling "Hey! You! Hey!
There are thoughts in here, and i don't want one!
And like a cake that has risen, I'm done."



I See You

Your walk has class that caught my eye
I could just watch you for hours
Your strut makes my heart melt
And now I stand here in a pool of it
You could be the guy.

Everything on you is calling to me
I can’t get your cries out of my mind
I daydream about your winks
Every twitch sets me free.

Our eyes meet, he winks
I faint in my head
He’s walking over to me
Composure is completely lost
In the end he buys me drinks.

He takes me home
My mind is there my body isn’t
It’s being controlled like a puppet
My eyes still work, but I don’t like what I see
Im not a kid anymore, no more Muppets.

I can soon walk out the door
I will never feel the same as I did before
Trust is something I will never have again
Love is something I will never have again
Life is something I will never have again.
Baby It's Cold Outside