A/N: I don't normally write poetry. I really don't. But somethings to me sound pretty, so I write them down. I was being an insomniac when I wrote this... it was early in the morning. My words are good and true though. Take it or leave it. Flame this and you're flaming me.

I called this and all the pretty little ponies. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I just saw the film Flicka. It just sounded nice.

The bold stuff begins a new sort of topic of poetry. Everything is broken into snibbets and pretty much unrelated. This is not one ginormous poem. Just little pieces. Pretty little poniest. Yeah.

"That Boy" is about that boy. You don't know him at all but you want him. Because he could be anyone.

"Brother From Another Mother (Just Friends)" is about one of my guy friends, one of my best friends, and my honorary brother. And for the thousandth time, we're just friends just trying to keep it real.

"Life"- explanatory. Life in general.

"Me"- once again explanatory. A tidbit of me.

Read and enjoy. Reviews are highly appreciated.

-Skeeter the Groundhog

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And All The Pretty Little Ponies

That Boy

Sometimes at night

I wonder

What it would be like to gaze up into your

Beautiful Eyes

And I wake up

Wanting to sing your name

And I falter,

Words never leaving my lips.

And then I realize

I don’t know who you are.

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Haunting.

That’s what you are.

Haunting.

My dream catcher of a ghost.

Mine.

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A picture says a thousand words, but a picture of you says a million.

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Heartbreakers United.

I don’t play hard to get,

I am hard to get,

So consider me a challenge.

(Bring it on.)

Life’s a game.

We all lose.

Love’s a game too,

and that one I always win.

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(And she said)

And if you really, really love her you should sing her name aloud.

And if you really, really love her you should tell her right now.

And even if she says “no”

She’ll know

That you know

That she knows that you love her so

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“You want my sweatshirt?”

“No thanks. I’m good.”

I wrap my arms around myself.

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Your eyes are chasing me

(So why am I the one running?)

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Brother from Another Mother (Just Friends)

You say I am perfect

Beautiful

I will never disappoint you

(never say never)

But what if I disappoint myself?

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“I’m going to laugh if you blow yourself up.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Dang…”

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Hey Brother.

I hope you’re good in Mexico/Rome/Australia/Thailand/Los Altos.

(Did you get me a postcard?)

I miss you, I love you

(You were the first)

But no one gets us

(How perfectly perfect… imperfect?... we are)

As friends.

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Life

Everyone has a moment in history, but why wait?

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“Dream on, baby girl, dream on.”

They don’t say that to you in high school

The same way daddy said it when you were five.

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Here We Are

Today, Now

And in this moment in Time,

I am…

Wake up.

It’s me, Life.

(I’m calling you.)

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Me

I’m sure I’m a puzzle to you

(Don’t you wish you had the missing piece? So do I.)

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“What are you thinking about?” you ask me.

I say, “I don’t know.”

I am lost in my thoughts.

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Pen and paper, make me sleepy,

Thoughts flowing down.

Tangled messes in ink they lie,

An eraser sings my lullaby

My thoughts still flowing down.

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“I don’t know, it just spoke to me.”

“It doesn’t talk.”

“It doesn’t matter.” (You just aren’t listening hard enough.)

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review!