the world around keith

I do not know every reason why I love her like I do,
only that I do: Like I know there is no sun in the night sky.
When alone, she haunts me like a beautiful tinkling piano
in a far off room. But I’ll be around no matter what or why.
Maybe it’s just one of those things:
Like a nice evening breeze caressing the trees;
And a thousand brilliant stars shining as they point my way -
I’ll forever have my love for her. For you. Always.

- Keith

Bad Poetry? Oh No-etry!

There once was a sausage named Pete,
Who wobbled his way to a seat,
He sat himself down, 
Then started to frown,
And cried as he didn’t have feet!

Bad Poetry

Sucking on a cough drop,
Drinking hot tea:
This sore throat’ll
be the death of me.

Like when god smote down
Jeroboam:
It hurts that bad
so I wrote a poem.

-Sore Throat, by Keith