Poetry

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Who they want me to be

    O Romeo

    my love

    my life

    my savior

    I speaketh through my metaphors

    I whisper my lies

    Romeo, my dearest Romeo

    sing to me, keepest me alight

  • unanswered

    i really don't get prejudice

    i mean just the concept of it

    how could you hate someone borne

    by the same earth, the same fire

    how could you explain someone else's life

    as being worth less air than your own

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    This country

    The United States of America

    as seen on the binding documents, on formal things

    USA

    as said by random people you know

    The US

    as told by your parents

    America

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    What next

    Next week is the dance

    and you cut her off

    Next month is my birthday

    and you tore her heart from her chest with your own two hands

    Next year is high school

  • Dreams

    Have you seen dreams?

     

    I found mine

    Living among the snow

     

    Which was barren

    Which held no glow. 

     

    It was very bright-

    The dream that is-

    Kind of light 

  • jar of joy

    there's a jar on my nightstand;

    it used to be my grandmother's

    but i recycled her memory 

    into a pandora's box full of happiness.

    the slips of paper are periwinkle

    with dark purple penned messily,