Loved and loved and loved
If only I loved a little less hard.
Did not stay up at night,
Worried that I hugged the wrong person
Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.
If only I loved a little less hard.
If only I loved a little less hard.
Did not stay up at night,
Worried that I hugged the wrong person
Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.
If only I loved a little less hard.
I have very mixed feelings about this poem, which I wrote when I was 9. Please enjoy, or at least humor yourself when Little Me rhymed "need" with "feed"! - Calico Frost
Animals and Equal
I take steps.
Tiny steps.
One
Step
At
I am tired.
I want to write a poem
but I am too tired
and I don't quite have the
energy
to write something with quality
or actually
sounds good
so I am waiting for my
i can only imagine the salt of the sea and
the schools of tuna that end up in my bowl
they swim through the eternity that melts into the sky
surviving the harsh summers
mating through the comforting winters
Rain is like the dripping memories
A mud puddle is like confusion
A dream is like a trance
Fog is like clouded thoughts
A mountain is like a deck of cards
Do you know how many minutes I save for you
So we can be together?
Do you know how it feels
When you throw them out
For other things?
Do you know how it feels
To never feel like you're good enough
Busy as a clock
Happy as the moon
Big as a yell
Scary as darkness
Gentle as the stars
Fast as time
Loud as a conversation spoken without words
The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear
Fear of what lays beyond the tree line
Beyond safety
Beyond light
Maybe even beyond reality
Hate
Is ignorance:
It’s when eyes
Skim past the story of scars,
Focusing rather on the fact
They’re there;
They let the jagged curves
“How could you ever love me?” she asked.
Look at my skin, charred.
My face, scarred.
My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.
“How could you ever love me?”
Sisyphean poetry - a repeat of the same set of lines where every time a line gets added or taken away it starts at the beginning again - a poem that can never end and never be entirely complete