the pen is not mighty
the lily is not pure
and blood is not vengeful nor beautiful
it is just red
but i like stories
that white shirt you once wore
now yellow with use
that sweater you've had for years
adorned with the patches
of accidents gone by
that scar on your back
from when you fell off a swing
those lines by your lips
the remnant of a smile
and a smile and a smile
I like stories
i love reading yours
there are rabbits on my moon
divinity in my incense
my oaks stand mighty
my sun rides a chariot
park benches donated in memory
hasty scribbles on classroom benches
superstitions about crows and cows
love stories to make word games
i come from a world of stories
where the people are made
of matter and molecule
of memory and metaphor
i like stories
and this one's my favourite
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 2:20 AM UTC
the pen is not mighty
the lily is not pure
and blood is not vengeful nor beautiful
it is just red
but i like stories
that white shirt you once wore
now yellow with use
that sweater you've had for years
adorned with the patches
of accidents gone by
that scar on your back
from when you fell off a swing
those lines by your lips
the remnant of a smile
and a smile and a smile
I like stories
i love reading yours
there are rabbits on my moon
divinity in my incense
my oaks stand mighty
my sun rides a chariot
park benches donated in memory
hasty scribbles on classroom benches
superstitions about crows and cows
love stories to make word games
i come from a world of stories
where the people are made
of matter and molecule
of memory and metaphor
i like stories
and this one's my favourite
a little happy poem i wrote when i was bored in class
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