Writing

I have very mixed feelings about this poem, which I wrote when I was 9. Please enjoy, or at least humor yourself when Little Me rhymed "need" with "feed"!  - Calico Frost

Animals and Equal

I take steps.

Tiny steps.

One

           Step 

                       At

I am tired.

I want to write a poem

but I am too tired

and I don't quite have the

energy

to write something with quality

or actually

sounds good

so I am waiting for my

i can only imagine the salt of the sea and

the schools of tuna that end up in my bowl

they swim through the eternity that melts into the sky

surviving the harsh summers

mating through the comforting winters

Rain is like the dripping memories 

A mud puddle is like confusion 

A dream is like a trance 

Fog is like clouded thoughts 

A mountain is like a deck of cards 

Do you know how many minutes I save for you

So we can be together?

Do you know how it feels

When you throw them out

For other things?

Do you know how it feels

To never feel like you're good enough