poetry analogyYou can’t force poetry.poetry analogy
It’s stubborn but it doesn’t really know it. Like when you can see the love of your life
Walking out of the Coles Supermarket doors casually -and its all the more frustrating that hes not actually walking fast- and your waiting on the teenager serving you that one with the gum. and the foundation ring around her face. to hurry up. Because you’ve just thought of a reason to speak to him.
That teenager. That one with the gum. And the foundation ring around her face. That’s poetry.
Branches1- Branches- many branches- spread out over our heads. And way above our heads they are. And on each branch a bundle of tiny leaves.Branches
2- Are these leaves our conclusions? 1- Yes. You reached one. 2- But theres still so many to go. 1- So many leaves. I can not reach. 2- I can reach the small ones.
1- They’re up so high… 2- I think we need to grow. 1- Your still only reaching the little leaves.
2- Do you think we can catch the dead ones as they fall? 1- Who wants dead conclusions. 2- Why not? 1- They’re dead.
2- Oh! You reached one! I’d like to
I wouldHer: I want to sing and dance and move, Like all the others seem to do- Them: But alas, You: That’s not for you!I would
Her: I want to prance and dance and twirl, Just like every other girl. Them: But it can’t be. Her: It’s not for me?
You: No you are not a person; but a thing Like a puppet on a string And puppets do not sing Her: … they dance. You: Oh you’d like that. Her: I would. You: Not for you.
Her: But MUM! You: But MUM you whine, as if I care. You drink and weep and waste my things This tow
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhymeInsomnia:Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme
twinkle twinkle little pain I see you’ve come to play again lodged here in my soul so tight turning brightness into night twinkle twinkle tearing ache please let me sleep to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep my life in tatters at my feet.. if I should Wake before I die I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle empathic strain I never want to feel again trapped here in this world so cold where self is wrong and Us is gold. twinkle twinkle falling tear.. how i
let me let you in on a littlethough your decision’s in your best interest I continue my argument against it with the sentiment of being ten telling my parents "but you just said!" throwing rocks until my arm gives hitting trees with a stick damn right indignant! and with good reason with every right but all in due timelet me let you in on a little
the day you make your declaration my mom tells me grandpa has an aneurism and I realize, finally, our situation reciprocated:
back a couple winters when I was the one shaking my head, offering condolences, and, knowing no way to c
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