So back when I was in college a couple years back I took a creative writing course; one in fiction and one in poetry. For each we had to assemble a chapbook, and my poetry one was called Fantasyland. Unfortunately it was crap. I was having multiple life issues that year which ended in a nervous breakdown; and most of my poems were overdone and emo as shit. Whittling them out, I find all the ones I still like are short and quick; with few exceptions. The result? From a halfassed, emo-as-shit chapbook, I can pull out a few poems short enough to toss out here without feeling spammy! Eyes of a Child A child's eyes are different They don't see things the same In a child's hands we see 'a stick' He sees the sword of Wonderwick A shining blade not knobbly wood He stands where knights and princes stood And children's eyes can see things still That we, the grown-ups, never will. Daydream Warm clouds Drift through the classroom window And carry me away Clouds What peace the lonely clouds must have To float above all day To blow with joy before the wind Then slow to stop and rain No work, no fear, no cause to rush No worry or dismay What peace the lonely clouds must have To float above all day! Book Parchment hole Vacuum of words Dead star of fantasy Pull me away Caged A tiger paces in a pen A caged bird sadly sings I walk oppressed inside this hole And wish that I had wings Mermaid I thought I saw a mermaid When I was by the sea Before she dove into the surf She turned and winked at me! Meteor Meteorite, Meteowrong Can I make you into a song? Meteorite, Meteowrong If I did, it wouldn't last long!