I write typically ABCB pattern or a ABAC pattern. This is a bit annoying for me, because I wanted a theme. It's technically ABAB, but…nyeh. Whatever. Here, I wrote a poem in twenty minutes. Yay.


Breathe in, breathe out.
Oh, Mew, time's coming.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Ho-oh, my heart is drumming!

Breathe in, breathe out.
Please, don't make me go out there!
Breathe in, Breathe out.
And now, damn Drew starts to stre!

"Breathe in, breathe out,"
Drew says calmly in my ear.
"Breathe in, breathe out?"
I scoff and sneer.

Breathe in, breathe out.
"Sorry about that just then,"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"I'll just close my eyes and count to ten."

Breathe In, breathe out.
"What are you so frightened for?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"You've had to have done this before!"

Breathe in, breathe out.
"No, smartass, I haven't yet."
Breathe in, breathe out.
"You have though, lots I bet."

Breathe in, breathe out.
"You know, you're getting on my nerves."
Breathe in, breathe out.
"Where are my adrenaline reserves?"

Breathe in, breathe out.
"So you've never got a prize before?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"No," I say, a little sore.

Breathe in, breathe out.
"You're kidding, really, I presume."
Breathe in, breathe out.
"Hey, could you two get a room?"

Breathe in, breathe out.
"Harley, would you go away?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"I'm not in a mood for this today!"

Breathe in, breathe out.
"Why is it always me your after?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
Drew's close now, my heart beats faster.

Breathe in, breathe out.
"Could you get your hand, uh, off my shoulder?"
Breathe in, breathe out.
Harley's glare begins to smolder.

Breathe in, breathe out.
"Aw, look at these little lovebirds here!"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"It's so cute I'll shed a tear!"

Good in, bad out.
"Keep that stupid temper down,"
Good in, bad out.
"Remember what happened in that other town."

Good in, bad out.
"What exactly happened there?"
Good in, bad out.
"Nothing important, you wouldn't care."

Good in, bad out.
"Oh, what are the lovers talking about?"
Good in, bad out.
"I want to rip his mewdamned throat out."

Good in, bad out.
"This breathing crap isn't right."
Good in, bad out.
"But I can't give in without a fight."

Good in, bad out.
"Oh, no! It's happening again!"
Good in, bad out.
"The last time this happened was at Titanic's end!"

Good in, bad out.
Mew, that movie was SO sad.
Good in, bad out.
It also made me kind of mad.

Good in, bad out.
"I'm really scared to go on stage,"
Good in, bad out.
Unleash the tiger in its cage!

Good in, bad out.
"I've also got a crazy temper,"
Good in, bad out.
"I almost killed Charlie Tremper!"(1)

Good in, bad out.
"What the heck is up with her?"
Good in, bad out.
"Temporary insanity, attacked our neighbor."

Good in, bad out.
"How can you say that so calm?"
Good in, bad out.
"Eh, we've gotten used to it. Ask my mom."

Good in, bad out.
"May tried to kill a boy?"
Good in, bad out.
"Yeah, and I sat by munching on an Almond Joy!"

Good in, bad out.
"Is your family all completely mental?"
Good in, bad out.
"Hey, Drew! Don't be so judgemental."

Good in, bad out.
"Don't judge? May's going nuts!"
Good in, bad out.
"Well, it's better than her being a klutz."(2)

Good in, bad out.
"You all shut up before I'm gone!"
Good in, bad out.
"Never happen again…therapist is always wrong."

Don't scream, don't shout.
"I'm doing really bad under stress!"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"Ho-oh, this is all a mess!"

Don't scream, don't shout.
"This is all because of some dumb award!"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"…Yeah, and last time she had a sword!"

Don't scream, don't shout.
"Max, you're not supposed to tell people that!"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"How about the time you shaved the cat?"

Don't scream, don't shout.
"Do not kill your little brother,"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"Even if he's such a little…sucker!"(3)

Don't scream, don't shout.
"So, by tomorrow I'll be dead."
Don't scream, don't shout.
"Wonder if it'll be by poison or a gun to my head?"

Don't scream, don't shout.
"Do you all think this is freaking funny?"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"Nah, this poem thing is pretty crummy."

Don't scream, don't shout.
"Natty, why the hell are you here?"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"I heard May-san's screaming, dear."

Don't scream, don't shout.
"So May's afraid to get a medal?"
Don't scream, don't shout.
"I want out of here, pedal to the metal!"

Don't run, don't go.
"The drama queen'll steal the show!"
Don't run, don't go.
"If you're talking 'bout the purple hair, I know."

Don't run, don't go.
"Did you just insult my hair, you bitch?"
Don't run, don't go.
"Yeah, what'll you do about it, tomboy witch?"

Don't run, don't go.
"Natty's got a pokéball,"
Just…run, just go!
"Bet she can't use it at all."

Just run, just go.
"Guys, I think May's leaving!"
Just run, just go.
"She's…Mew! I hope you all stop breathing!"

Just run, just go.
"May, come on, I can't catch you!"
Just run, just go.
"What? Now you're a runner too?"

Just run, just go.
"Will you leave me the hell alone?"
Just run, just go.
"No! Come on, let's get you home!"

Just run, just go.
"I'm not going away with you!"
Just run, just go.
"Keep chasing me, I'm gonna sue!"

Just run, just go.
"I swear, May, I'll get you down!"
Just run, just go.
And then I'm laying there on the ground.

Can't run, sit still.
"Hello, May, nice to see your face again."
Can't run, sit still.
"Can we get home before it starts to rain?"

Can't run, sit still.
"You do remember that I hate you?"
Can't run, sit still.
"Aw, Red Rose, I love you too."

Can't run, sit still.
"So kiss me you romantic fool."
Can't run, sit still.
"…So you use your boyfriend as a lustful tool?"

Can't run, sit still.
"So isn't this when you propose?"
Can't run, sit still.
"For that, I'd need a ring, or maybe a rose."

And when he gets up off of me,
My blurred, dim eyes begin to see,
In his hands, a deep red rose,
And in a fitting way to end this prose.

He slips a ring off of the stem,
"Now that we've gotten away from them,
Marry me, my love so femme?"
And then, my Drew kisses me again.


(1) That's actually a common surname.
(2) I really freaking pushed that rhyme. Too many syllables.
(3) Y'all thought Natty was gonna be naughty, didn't you? Shame, shame, shame on your dirty minds.

Well, this went places I never thought it would go.

If you didn't like it, don't blame me.
I've got no control over my poetry!
Oh, dear Mew! I don't think I can stop!
Orange, purple, sassafrass!

Oh look, I stopped. How easy. Review, tell me what you think about poetry.