We are discussing the winter weather......
S: I totally get it, for rillz. It's so candy ass out there, I feel really sorry for my dog.
C: I do too! She tries elevated squatting and it's redick.
S: I would be elevating my squatting as well if my only other option was dipping my vadge in the snow.
If I should cry, I'm sure you wouldn't care
But time and my life will go flying by.
In sixty years I won't care if you've died
But for right now my love just isn't fair.
Your silence has been more than I can bear
So now I will lay my head down and cry.
I guess I'd rather you tell the truth than lie.
I think I'll kill myself, but would I dare?
I thought that I'd be in love forever,
But then you came along and crushed my dreams.
And now sweetness falls and night engulfs me.
I fall into an abyss of never
And death is imminent, or so it seems.
I want to be shadows, not reality.
I don't even have class for another 2 hours and I've already heard "Ms
O, you're gonna be mad at me. I left my poetry portfolio at home."
Amy doesn't think "Shut up! My vagina is exploding!" will be acceptable,
but I'm willing to take the gamble.
My
nephew Stephen was born on this day 18 years ago and I will always
remember it because it was crazy windy. I got home from school and my
mom called to tell me that my sister had had the baby; would I mind chasing down the trash cans that had
migrated down the street?
I was 17,
so you can imagine my attitude.
Silent, falling drops
Land inside my broken heart,
Leaving tiny holes.
I would not love you
For I hold my soul with pride.
You try to kill me.
Practice makes silence,
And silence makes morning light.
Morning light brings death.
Small, green follower
Making a trail of its own
Slowly through the air.
An orb of rainbow
Floats through the hot, humid air,
And its life explodes.
Brittle flaky life
Scrapes away and now it dies.
But I will not mourn.
Fragile porcelain
Tiny hands with a message
Break my wounded heart.
Soft, quiet sunlight
Filters into my lost soul
And gives me repose.
I yawn
but the muse pulls on my hand.
I close my eyes just to rest them
And wake to find the muse in my lap.
Reluctantly,
I follow her outside
And admit that she was right
When we dance at sunrise.
