I haven't posted in quite a time, so here, have a poem by me!
Carseat
She sits inside
Her little seat,
Booties on
Her little feet.
Faster, Faster,
Road flies by
As she looks toward
The summer sky.
New eyes wide
With warm delight
Take in the colors,
Shapes, and lights.
Gazing sweetly,
She can’t read
The ads that they
Would have her see.
Symbols, words—unique and strange;
She only sees the mountain range.
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I know it sucks. It's hard to write in the style of a poet who you are not.
On a more personal, diary-like note, I'm super worried my boyfriend is going to get drunk tomorrow, and possibly a little bit inebriated at school... I don't know how to handle this. Also, that sentence was comma-tastic. Grammar FTW.
BLARG
BED
NOW
GOOD NIGHT!
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ReplyDeletei like this. read it at jazz cafe lol.
ReplyDeleteyou means he's not ALWAYS drunk? judging by the red face and the incoherent mumbling that sometimes comes out of his mouth as well as random outbursts.. i would state otherwise. gooddd luck.