Bonnie, the beast.

Bonnie the beast,

Bonnie the best,

she's traveled the east,

she'll travel the west.

She's fucking baller,

a creator and chef.

An excellent shot caller,

like my good friend Seth.

You live together,

you feed me meals.

And when we gather,

I get all the feels.

It's lucky to know you,

but you make your own luck.

And when people cross you,

you don't give a fuck.

You've come so far,

getting strong yet skinnier.

But its just on par,

for Bonnie the winner.

Poison

May I be a pair of ears to listen to your worries? May I hold you when you stub your toes along the way? May I catch you if you trip while in this hurry? Will you forgive me tomorrow for what happened yesterday?

No one is perfect, and I'm somebody.

"Hate isn't worth it," said everybody.

How can I end this poem with proper closure? It's poison like I am, and in giving myself exposure, I hope the light keeps the demons at bay.

To Vicky

Today is the day,

it's a day for two,

half for my brother,

and half for you.

In the battle of the sexes,

We often fight and fear loss.

When we're caught up in whose right.

We're also caught up in chaos.

But occasionally you find two halves of a whole.

Were seeing the combination of one today.

So Vicky, take care of my brother.

And make sure he never loses his way.

Like a bike tire and tube, you'll be rolling along.

And often you'll have to climb the hills.

You'll be pulling up wee lads and lasses,

as you figure out how to pay the bills.

And you'll fall, get lost, burned and bent

as you make your way through a rusty path.

But he'll be there to pick you up too...

After all, he's really good at math.

Vicky, I'm scared, because it won't be easy.

Your life will not be some cake walk.

But maybe like two commits in orbit,

you'll be one another's rock.

Stay strong, stay stable

you're well and you're able.

I'll be there in a familial solar system.

May I be the supporting brother?

For when you choose to call yourself mother?

I'll always offer you

all of my wisdom.