They Tell Me Nice Things – a poem

They Tell Me Nice Things – a poem

 

Another assignment for the books…

THEY TELL ME NICE THINGS

 

There’s a club if you’d like

To jump off

 

I throw my head off

And I think

they like me

 

Inside there was the

Smile of tobacco

And a boy

But really, he’s just a boy with fingers

And a girl

Crying in my glass

Still tastes pretty

 

I pulled off my lips

And I found myself attractive

And the tobacco was still

Smiling in the corner

And I danced around jokes

 

My friends walked through

Puddles of fire

While I dig up some lode

Resigning my eardrums for the night

And we breezed

And told me nice things

 

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IM FEELING READ BUT WEARING BLEW

IM FEELING READ BUT WEARING BLEW

Hi everyone, I’ve collected some poems but I strayed away from posting them. The class I’m taking has forced me ( in a good way) to write poems/lines/phrases again. I’m happy that I’m writing again, and I’ve noticed that my word choices and the poems themselves have changed. I’ll try to post the ones I do for class, but here is one that I wrote outside of it. I might use this is workshop, but I don’t know. I try not to devalue my poetry and I treat it as separate from myself. I hope you enjoy this short one.

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If Thinking Could Be Blown Away

If Thinking Could Be Blown Away

Hello my readers, here is a poem I wrote for one of my poetry classes. It was recently workshopped but I thought I should share it in it’s original form, once edited and played around with I might post a new version. This is welcome to multiple interpretations which is something I discovered during the workshop. The title of the poem is inspired by MBV’s song “Blown a Wish”.

This poem is dedicated to many, to all, and to one.

Enjoy

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