A Collection of Not Very Good Poems

Bright Eyes
I was crouched behind the willow, confined
in cascades of pine needles and cornsilk
colored hair. Twisting tops above and
below, painted wood and
block letters.  Metal
ballerinas reside on golden
pedestals, and men in yellow
hats whisper. The queen, they say,
is here. "Someday she'll be a looker."
But all I see when
I look in the mirror
Is a bright blue sky ignited in flames

Limbo
I don't feel the way that I used to
Or I shouldn't
Its like the time I told you I didn't believe in god
Or the way someone can make you feel like a deserted island
I feel alone
And I want to hate you
So much my blood boils
And every word you say
Makes me less sure
And I want to hate you
Like the time you told me about ocean waves
At least they finally, agonizingly
Meet on the sand
Instead of being hopelessly stuck in limbo
Just like us
And I want to hate you
And instead you look at me
With those bright blue eyes
And I want to hate you
As quickly and suddenly as petals
Fall off flowers
And I want to hate you
But I can't be a deserted island
Or a person without god
And I don't want to be alone