Poetry

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Sick

    I'm sick

    nothing to do about it

    let me go home

    it can't be the end of the world if I'm not there for an afternoon, can it?

    I'm contagious

    everyone else would get whatever the heck I have

    you don't want this

  • Thank You YWP

    Thank you Young Writers Project

    For this beautiful opportunity

    Where we can all express ourselves

    And have support from others

    And not worry about being judged

    Because we all care about this

     

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    By the rat

    Be glad that I am still here

    you should love my prescence

    why wouldn't you?

     

    I protect your back

    that is, when you're looking

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Stalking

    I slink along the side of the wall

    my dark pelt blending in with the darkness

    the fog obscuring my features

    but my eyes remain.

    You can tell that I watch

    that I linger

    behind you.

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Back

    I am back

    the fuzzy bandit from before

    remember me?

    I took your lemonade

    next I'll take your socks

    those precious person-ornaments made of nice, soft cotton

    stolen right off of your feet

    hee hee

  • Wishing to be

    I wish I were the girl you clung to.

    The girl you look for.

    I wish your feelings were mine.

     

    I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.

    The girl who would listen, not lie.

    I wish you could trust me.

  • Friends

    Together, sitting, writing, talking.

    Sharing dreams for the future.

    Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.

  • bait

    i was hooked

    obsessed

    for years

    you were

    my escape

    my life

    you helped

    me

    become visible

    feel alive

    valid

    am i

    invalid?

    the last

    time i saw

    you

  • quiet

    you talk too loud

    too much

    i try to tell

    you

    to stop

    you dont listen

    overpowering

    drowning me

    with curiosity

    too loud

    overbearing

    asking too much

    i dont want to to

  • Little Birdie

    A forest so alive, 

    birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

     

    By color.

    By love. 

     

    By melodies short and pleasant

    they connect, 

    their music effervescent.