A flare for dramatic
what now hectic?
school?
sometimes seems as run by a fool
rips and tears
never considering
what he bears
wild misunderstanding
who knows?
why the vacation
it's as if he wants to run the nation
no to late...
why hate?
just think in disgust
as we all gather dust
-Thomas 5:21 PM EST 4/2/96 Spring break...

I was not never high
can't you tell why,
I went to WoodStock 2
Wahoo, whatdidIdo?
Not smoke pot,
that for I was without thought
Captin Morgan's delight was all
Yet I wasn't loopy or crazy at all
Nope
no dope
It supposedly grew naturally in my yard
I saw it long ago,
but life was too hard
it's not in the yard anymore
evermore
Nevermore
Tori in yonder peom
mind is yet to be a sea of foam
please turn up in school
that sounds really cool
if you shant it will be cruel
yet i don't feel like a fool
fading shadows to dark
my dog never seems to bark.

by Thomas S Dorr 10:04 PM EST 4/10/1996

Beth
invoking a smile
for quite a while
cool hair,
beautiful anywhere,
long yet sometimes tied
why waste it,
it's nothing to hide
do nothing in haste
for the hair you could lay to waste.

Thomas S Dorr 9:54 PM EST 4/11/96

Mind in a tangle
have no fear
feel caffene clear
oh whats that dear?
never so near.

rambling on
mind losing
almost gone
whats he using?

yardwork sucks
hair in a knot
gack that stuff caught in it will rot!
Yack don't break
the heart doth ache
like the sound of a abused guitar
strings breaking thats what it are

Math my
why oh why?
doesn't work in some heads
while other rest easy,
math class is like sleeping in a comfy bed,
yet somehow a peom about math always turns out CHEESY

Blender noise?
Blender noise,
let me count the ways,
halite and denise,
a blender and a rock
my head is as meltable as a rock
I'll say no curses,
however what the fock?

Smashed finger
man it hurts
i type gingerly
it's all red
yet it hasn't bled.

Willie?
Willy,
how dost you scare her
she feeling mean one day
stupid another
why doesn't she say,
"don't bother"
happy now?
No, she'll feel dumb the next day,
and yet again she'll say "hey"
once more again,
let just say she ain't Little Bo Peep eating curds and whey.

HELLo operator,
give me number 9
this damn song is cute but I just want to whine
what now
what the HELL
it must be the time
just swell
brain not doing all that well
six cans of Coke
can't ya tell?
the thoughts for are only a hope.

Must talk more
I just feel a need
not just for speed
not five month's time
not boring inside,
just nothing dredged from the mind
please I feel a need to talk
even if you rumor it be
I really like to talk with thee.

Yardwork every day
it must be done what the hey?
heaving bundles for a while
moving pile to pile
strength it hath grow
strain not much even in mine toe

Beth sweet be thee
they take pictures of you and me
together cute are we
I miss you sometimes
but joy you bring to mind.

Language broken I speak
Not why do any care
They just like the cool long hair
keep it they say
who are they to know
I wouldn't cut it never no.

Blurbs I write
the more I think the more I type
the more I type the more my minds melts throught the floor
Why think of peace when most want war?
Thinking only of themselves not anymore.
Victims the become,
fools they are this bringing hate and victims even more.

Pages rumble past
while I look agast
not using any book just a mind asleep
The subconsious in the drivers seat
weaving back and forth
hey whats the point of sleep any worth?

Bronchitis
what a bitch
cough for no reason
it seems as though my lungs think they itch
I gotta take a pill
So sit and way please chill.

Woodpile what a name for a cat
that's what she be thats that
a kitten only in mind
not any more thought could you find
stuck in the pile for several days
poor little kitten hungery enough though the eyes didn't glaze
she runnith about
frollicking happily
sometimes my life should hope to be that happy.

I must stop now
Oh wow
he finally says it
but now he can ask did you read it through
what about the end?
from your mind does what it rend?

Thomas S Dorr 11:07 PM EST 4/12/96

My mind is blank
but I recall
Hank
A person who lived here
He now lives far from here
He was real cool
Sometimes a fool
Nearly knew him
then he moved
was gone
Oregon
that's were he went
or maybe sent
poor soul
you never know
what do you get
I'll bet you never know
I never knew him all that well
he's gone my friend
not to hell
I don't just want to be
like him
No I don't want to
disappear
I don't want to be far from here
I don't want to fear
please don't disappear
I'll always try to be near
I'll be mov'n
to the country
where their are no peaches
far from the beaches
I still don't want to leave
It'll cleave my soul
I'll feel that hole
I don't want to leave
Maybe it won't be bad
I'll tell them when it's bad
I say,"I've taken all I'll have"
I must see the school
I might go elsewhere
anywhere
Private school
but refuse to be a fool
I won't cut my hair
just to go to there
My mind drifts
suspended in mists
I think the thoughts are wind
It'll be like the world's sinned
I don't want leave.

Thomas S. Dorr 10:12 PM EST 4/16/96

Bethany
you are always kind to me
I will always adore thee
I could never be mean to ye
You are always nice
Possessing a heart far from ice
I think your room is simply grand
Supremely far from bland
I shall show you mine
One for which many pine
I must leave it soon
My very dear room
However I shall stay
Even if I must stay my grandparents, what the hey?
I must show you my dog
Over-sized he is
The only way he'd win a show is in fog
I love him even if we sometimes call him "Sniz"
Oh, sweet Bethany
Why must I part with thee?
Over the summer I will have
I must have a gathering
Boys & Girls their I shall have
Quite some time after Spring
I the new condo it will be
Girls in one room, gentlemen with me
Many a thing we will do
Not just me and you everyone else too
A gym, two pools, a lake or two
One for everyone
Anyone like tenis, who?
Their must be many a court
Several indeed
Maybe we could go ride on a steed
Visit a fort
I do say
All shall be merry and gay
Fun all about
Shhh, the neighbors might hear everyone shout
I must go my dear
For I fear
It is late
No need to temp time or fate.

Thomas S. Dorr 10:18 PM EST 4/21/96

Bethany my mind seeks more
I recall you when I stare gloomily at the floor
Cheer, brightness, coolness come to mind
Leaving Gloominess far behind
To be or not to be
I wish I had a class with thee
What more is their to wish for
Nothing more
Good times I hope the pool will behold
It's 60 degrees I'm told
My brother finally home
I am ending the peom...

Thomas S. Dorr 9:37 PM EST 5/1/96