Sertralin Hcl 25 mg (Self Portrait)
My bare bones have been stripped down to their atoms
scraped with the vicious energy of a junkyard dog
freckled and teeth yellowed slicking his way through.
With muscles underneath a mirage of a pelt
twitching towards the piles that adorn a spinning sphere
I was a commodity, a pile of worth to be disregarded
until I was a quantity of bones and only then would it
matter.
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I took a poetry class during my last semester of high school, and although the above poem was not one I wrote during that class, I am forever grateful to Mary for telling me that I could write something and like it. And here's one of my most favorite poems ever that I've written (and yes I know, that was in no way grammatically correct).
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On Brothers
I was ocean eyes and you, the cowboy of the west,
fearless and always ready for a fight.
In between daydreams you painted pictures
on the sky, turning the world to a kaleidoscope,
colors swirling in on themselves and revolving
through the ever present dandelion dust.
The cowboy left his mark, etched like a
fingerprint into the lines between
those ocean blue eyes.
His horse was instead a marble-shooter
yet his ferocity was the size of ten thousand
Spartans, charging off to battle.
And in between daydreams, a thousand
lanterns were lighting up the sky like
the irises of those deep ocean blue eyes.
While tiny fingers held onto the world
on a kite string, twisting and untwisting
to catch it in the wind.
Fiery red leaves rained down
blanketing the ground to leave no tracks.
And in between daydreams, the world
was suspended on an elephants back.
While the cowboy and ocean eyes
drew pictures on the sky.
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"I caught you knocking at my cellar door, I love you baby can I have some more?"
