"outiside" poems
With small colonies
Of rain water
When brushed form together
And make a fountain
When hung from the neck
On wooden coat racks
Wobbling from the storm
Outiside, compiling a lake
On the white **** rug
Hopefully your aunt doesn't mind
The newfound guests of water
And mud
And myself, quiet as this farmhouse
And the land it shepherds
Let the raincoats stack
One on top of the other
And let the puddle grow into
A sea of collective belonging
Because behind these walls
And a way from the thunder
Our family can stay soggy
Together, despite being
A funeral for uncle earl
We're just droplets.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Are u happy now
With all you’ve got
With money and the body of the god.
Are you happy with idea of beiing perfect
And the place that shines.
But I’m sitting here, looking around
Writing the poems, making no sound.
Actually making a sound!
But i guess i was right, and i’m not enought
But **** those memories they’re ******* hard.
Yeah i remember all u said, i remember the voice, oh yeah!
When i stand up, go outiside i remember when we hang out.
Yeah i remember that spot.
And whenever i see you, its sad because
i remember that now she has something that was between us.
And i guess its true what they say, you don’t know what you had till it’s gone away.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC