AJ - Hello Poetry

AJ Sep 2013

Son X

Collin has developed a new love for salads.
I could not be more pleased.
He does have to cover them in cheese,
But ghosts can't really become obese...
So I will take what I can get.
There is another ghost boy in our building.
His name is Jordan,
He is five and he has lived here for two years.
They play together when I'm busy.
Jordan is very tough,
So I have been teaching Collin to hold his own.
No one will push my baby around.
He's too special for that.

Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.

AJ Sep 2013

Son IX

My little ghost baby Collin and I moved the other day.
We were in the car for about five hours.
Unfortunately he did not sleep.
He was going through boxes and singing loud songs.
He was excited though.
I had been sick,
I still am.
Collin had a stuffy nose last night.
I made him stay in bed all day,
And eat some ghost soup.
I did not start unpacking one thing until today.
All the basics are put away.
We don't have much.
We have a lot of spoons though.
Collin is making me read him this right now.
He wants me to tell you all that he likes spoons.
Silly silly baby.

Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.

AJ Sep 2013

The One That Got Away

My fishy seems to have swam away,
Which is very odd because he lived in a bowl
In the suburbs.
How did this happen?
Here fishy fishy.
I don't want to have to get a new one.
This fishy came pretrained,
And could already do tricks,
The other fishies bore me.
Where's the flattery?
Here fishy fishy.

AJ Sep 2013

Oh miesko.

You have
A lot of
Nerve.

AJ Sep 2013

I Wish I Was A Bunny Rabbit

Your name should not even have the
Audacity
To be uttered from my lips.
Every syllable that comes out
Is like a tiny pinprick
On the ball of my foot.
It's disgusting.
You're annoying.
I thought I was playing you,
But I guess you were playing me too,
And I'm really confused right now
Over how I'm even caring about this.
What
The
Actual
****
Is going on here?

AJ Aug 2013

The Old Emancipation Proclamation Desperation

I never saw the shadow of a tree,
And thought it was a person.
This is quite a letdown to me.
The closest I got was thinking
That my boot was actually my cat.
I wish I could find away to tell myself I'm beautiful.
I didn't know it then,
But I did self harming before I knew what it was.
Back when I was six or seven.
I started bruising myself when my house got loud
With swearing and yelling and
The occasional smack across the face,
And the loud drunken verbal lashings.
I'd sit behind my door,
And hold myself really tight
And pinch my rib cage all over.
Till I couldn't stand it.
It was a nice distraction.

AJ Aug 2013

Nie

I'm done.

So done.