Poetry dump

Every time I jump the world spins once

And I land in the same spot

My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping

It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt

Ick yep it is

My shoes came in a box within a box

Seems a bit redundant if you ask me

I know you didn’t, just saying

Dust is sticky because I can’t blow it off my piano

I think yellow light is the best light there is

I wonder how many people actually know me

Why do I care so much then

I took the paper cover off the novel I’m reading

It’s like wearing shoes in your own house

Pretty awkward if you ask me

Does my pain feel the same as someone else’s

Maybe I’m overreacting

Insects gather on my computer screen like it’s a watering hole

Safari buggy across my shag carpet

Ugh sand would get everywhere

It’s so hard not to become someone else

Water droplets merge when they touch

Then one plus one is not two

But a bigger one

The soles fell off my shoes

My shadow got confused and now it’s lagging

I don’t know why I can’t remember things

Wipe the board clean and clap the chalk out of the erasers

Poetry without brakes is headed for a tree

Breaks from poetry cannot help but write about trees

I should branch out I guess

My fortune cookie was empty so I took it as a sign

Someone told me good advice and I took it with a grain of salt

I’m chronically superstitious

I almost bought a plane ticket to the UK

I am free but living is not

The right answer does not exist

We created knowledge because we were bored

Hurry now white rabbit

I’m the bishop you forgot to kill

Go buy a round house and gather the horses

Before I checkmate you into a corner

 

AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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