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waiting in line
to see something interesting
this light of mine
is my bestest thing
waiting in line
to see a new movie
i saw it online
looks pretty groovy
waiting in line
to ride a carousel
the names of every animal
i could never tell
waiting in line
for a celebrity signature
the beginning of that hour
made my heart rupture
waiting in line
to drive and see you
stuck in highway traffic
allows me to take a few
waiting in line
for the next train
the carriage stops within
they all look the same
waiting in line
to get something to eat
hunger moves throughout
and pain through my feet
waiting in line
to wait in another
i've been in here for days
don't want to be a bother
waiting in line
to an elusive pit
everyone lines up
apparently seen as fit
waiting in line
and when i finally leave
the ride is only a minute
a photo taken is left behind
is it really worth it?
waiting can bring joy, and also sorrow. it is up to us to choose how we spend our time in line.
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
3 dollar kalimba
from the thrift store
only eight notes
never any more
3 dollar kalimba
plays a little tune
got it as a gift
of plastic hewn
3 dollar kalimba
heart shaped acrylic
lets the light through
of nothing in specific
3 dollar kalimba
that doesn't reverberate
too small a structure
to support sound ornate
3 dollar kalimba
with some added stickers
one of a rainbow
the other a faded picture
3 dollar kalimba
the eighth note is flat
but its melodies continue
in despite of that fact
3 dollar kalimba
how i love you so
your metal teeth ring
from high to low
3 dollar kalimba
forget what time it is
when i hear your sound
don't care what your price is
an appreciation of the smaller, imperfect things in life.
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
i love being outside
because i forget
what is inside
even just being
outside of a freeway
is much more freeing
than indoors' lack of leeway
the ground beneath my feet
textured with imperfectness
makes me okay to meet
a theoretical highness
live oaks are ironic
because of their name
they aren't really chronic
and i'm just the same
a grackle cries out
atop a power line
what are you talking about?
this forest isn't mine
a blackberry grows
during winter's reign
despite everything i know
i sink into the rain
a cat pounces upon
a small white rodent
i turn the laptop on
and write a poetic statement
cumulonimbus forms
shocking the ocean
one is forlorn
the other sits again
a bridge is constructed
connecting the valley
a heart is abstracted
another dash to the tally
a language created
means of expression
soil is sated
from decomposition
every beautiful thing
must be transient
it's making my ears ring
terra, stop the embarrassment
an ode to nature in the wake of existential awareness.
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
and do something
that will be
impactful during
a time filled with glee
an unmade bed
a basket of laundry
messages unread
missing assignments
college applications
half finished projects
acrylic stained station
leave me alone
ctrl + a
del
if i could start
a tabula rasa
maybe i could
have my own wikipedia
but instead i'm now
unable to move
go with the flow
get in the groove
[ERR]:
THERE ARE TOO MANY ACTIONS IN THE QUEUE.
PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.
rid me of
the chemical imbalance
behind my eyes
and above my throat
it consistently lies
did you know that
it's freezing without a coat?
thoughts on executive dysfunction.
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
our love
is like no other
fly, my butterfly
kafka can't see
who we're meant to be
an extraordinary beauty
fails to be seen
when the mirror's fogged
by government ids
your name is sublime
not the noise they shout
for it is simply air
and rings false every time
your silhouette and your voice
have never been a conscious choice
but to ever deter
the watercolor within
is to shake a can
that never opens
so go, dance in the rain
rewrite history's pain
you are my pride and joy
melting different metals
creates a wonderful alloy.
a love poem to my partner, and to all trans and queer people <3
for context, étaín is a shape shifting goddess in irish mythology, and is often a symbol of rebirth, love, and butterflies!
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
i wish i were a louse
so i could crawl about
and land on someone's scalp
rodion, exterminate me now
for such a time as this
take a final bow
before ceasing to exist
remove knowledge from within
a minimum wage job
blow on a dandelion
and turn down the volume ****
can the blinds be closed again?
from when i was a child
existence didn't seem so thin
the sauce is only mild
maybe i am mistaken
for i am still young
but will i feel the same
when the photo album's hung?
the opposite of a hobby
is a clean ceramic plate
the milk of human kindness
has gone past its expiration date
hand moves past the hour
writing within its margin
chronos will laugh
as i fertilize the garden
speaking to an empty sky
full of nitrogen and O2
if you really were here
couldn't i know, too?
mephistopheles knows
how long it's really been
spray insecticide in the air
an addition to the compost bin
don't mistake my words
for self deprecation
i simply wish that i
was unaware of termination
a reflection on the awareness of mortality.
Bonnabelle Reed Dec 2024
all employees must wash hands
before returning to work
pressure builds up
before launching the cork
listen very closely to
the chirp of a sparrow
lasers can't measure all of
the thin and narrow
sit on a windowsill
fly to a different side
i ran past the traffic
ignoring all of the lights
desktop monitor flashes
in a macroscopic view
a pendulum swings
starting anew
a car's headlights shine
reflecting on the walls
i picked up the phone
to voicemail bound calls
i'd like to walk today
to get some extra steps in
the cracks in the pavement remind me
that i never asked the question
nor did i receive an answer
for the only thing i got
was a generic business card
in an empty parking lot
a search for meaning in an impersonal world.
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