Sorry to both of you who follow this, but this is obviously not going to be a very entertaining blog. Good thing our friendship can definitely survive this unfortunate experience.
so to any who are interested, I've been writing poetry a bunch, here are a few of them.
Please tell me what you think, haha be as honest and critical as possible please : )
Seriously. do.
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that block just sat there.
being square.
sitting fat and solid
that block of wood
or metal or cotton candy
mocking my indecision
willing to be anything
if I would just start chipping away.
----
I think I mailed you something
yeah I'm pretty sure it was important
in between those penned letters
inside that envelope
the white ones and the pink
I hope it got to you
safe and sound
across those countries and down
that not so blue ocean
when it gets to you,
could you take care of it for me
or send it back
if you want
after all,
it's just a heart.
----
Sometimes late at night I'll look up
to see the glint of the moons light
on the kitchen floor tiles
and sometimes
if the hands of the hours have circled enough
I can almost see
the misty spirits
laughter almost catching on the still breeze,
twirling cross the floor
usually just two
a mother in her smooth heels and sw ay ing skirt
and her little girl
hair flinging out as they spin
somewhere between the blinks of my eyes
and the tables dim shadows
I can feel their simple delight
forgetting the flour they spilled
and the days they've had
just twirling on those checkered squares.
----
they say
what do they say
and why
do they think
we should listen
who are we after all
just a bunch of i's
a bunch of i's just like them
----
Poetry filches the thoughts from the closets of my brain
the ones I try to stuff and hide
so that I'm happy
I'm not sure I'm okay with taking them out and trying them on
especially when I already know they fit me.
----
stare at me all day all night
tell me what you think you find
because i'd be intrigued
amused
and embarrassed
even though, you probably still won't have seen
me
maybe I do wear myself on my sleeve.
----
hey woman
lets get old
lets get old and spit out seeds
from rocking chairs made living on a porch
that creaks
all year long, yes all year long
hey woman
lets get old
lets get old and watch rich kids
scooting down streets and yelling at dogs
not our dogs
cause they just sleep, to the porches creaks
and creaks
hey woman
lets get old
lets get old and still be in love
slow and smiley in our wrinkles
no one will know just how deep we run
we run on that creaky porch
all covered with seeds
like young rich kids
while our dogs sleep.
all year long love
all year long.
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i skipped to the middle
it looked rather dry
and while my toes surely thank me
for jumping ahead
maybe I missed out on some life
in that
puddle.
----
these eyes in their reflective pools,
hold lakes as deep as barrel drums.
with lightening lines run red like spools,
of wire twisting towards their slums.
these lids sagged down with shores of sand
straggle south and north as feeble tides;
while the moon's whip lashes reprimand
wholly consumed in these darkest rides.
will his hellish chains clasp ever on?
white tyrant rumbling 'gainst heavens star.
or will it pale at the spears of dawn?
and screaming death, free these eyes from mar.
2 comments:
I like them :) They seem to get a bit more meaningful with every single poem down the list...but perhaps I was just adjusting to the voice. I love it, because it lets me see a bit easier what you actually think about...which has always intrigued me. Always always.
so, all in all,
a smashing hit ;)
I've already told you skittle. I love them all. I don't know what you could change.
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