#trombone
i have a bad habit
where i talk really bad on myself
and i never notice when i do it,
but i never realized how toxic
i can be
to myself
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
Her hand moves in a back and forth manner
as if she were playing the trombone
But she's really just pulling my greñas
spreading more Brillantina
to make her baby's hair sparkle
even though its color is nowhere near that of brass
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
Sure, I'm not like other girls.
I don't care about
What others think of me.
It really doesn't bother me.
Who cares if they don't like me
Because I choose to be friends
With the people that they don't like.
Just because I don't
Wear super short shorts
Or ripped skinny jeans
Doesn't mean you need to bully me
Every chance you get.
Maybe I don't play
The flute or clarinet.
Maybe those instruments
Don't like me
What do you care
If I play trombone?
Just please.
Don't bully me
All because of the things I do:
The friends I choose,
The music I listen to,
The instrument I play,
The life I lead.
Don't judge me
For who I am,
For who I want to be.
Sure.
I'm different.
But that's okay,
Sometimes it's good
To stand out.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
Silence
inside a train
is the only sound
of life outside.
Along a road
a melody grows
flirting
with the countryside.
The river
wide and turgid
flows
to a relentless rhythm.
Sometimes
a flute plays
between rays of sunshine
and whispering winds.
Clouds swell
in a darkening sky
to the groans
of a sombre trombone.
Inside
listen to the rain
watch it slash
at the window panes.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC