shivalihp

Author's Note: This poem was actually inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem, "I'm Nobody! Who Are You?" I was experimenting with rhyming schemes, and then I read Emily Dickinson's poem.

I wonder every day:

Do you like me?

You look at me sometimes.

I wonder what it could mean.

I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.

A spark...

A flame...

A burst of burning light...

It grows and grows...

It's never ending...

It lights up the night sky...

The burns,

It hurts,

I want to be them.

Those girls, with their perfect hair

Perfect faces

Perfect bodies.

Shining stars

Of perfection

Not a blemish to be seen on their faces

  i had a dream a night ago,

a dream i fell in love.

in love with a childish poet.

but it was strange,

not like any dream of love i've ever had.

it was in my school cafeteria,

he was new,

today i am sixteen,

but in five days i turn seventeen

i lie on the bridge between my childhood,

and the promising future ahead of me.

as i held dearly onto my most beloved stuffed animal,