#scatterbrained
I used to think there was something
I dunno, attractive
about disorganization—
a scattered mind, having too many thoughts
to say at once, unable to focus on just
one thing because their attention is caught
by so many things they consider interesting
or insightful—I found it quirky, intriguing; a mystery
to be explored, a mind in need of dissecting
But it’s really more of a burden than
anything endearing, because it’s frustrating
to never feel like your words are correct
or your own, like you ripped them from a book
or only spit them for this poem
it’s disheartening to never be taken seriously
because of how frantically you lose track
of your subject and yourself
It’s shameful to be invaded because of this quirk,
but only for a short time
because the baggage is too heavy
and everybody’s hands are too full
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
tired of these late assignments,
although I make good grades.
bored of mundane busy-work,
even if it helps my brain.
I'm interested in the arts,
and running is fun too.
but boy oh boy how great it is,
to sit down, and be with you.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
i think i loved you so much because i gave you my heart and soul
but then all you did was run away with it, never to return
so now i’m sitting here, stuck, with nothing to give anymore
i hope you’re giving them a safe home.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
I've got dyslexia,
I'm ADHD, and
I write poetry.
It's like a drunk,
One-eyed idiot
Trying to herd cats
That are on ****
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC