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Loving My Own Poems
As I continuously chip away at the mountain of poetry I’ve written since 2015, I get to sift through the dust and bones of my momentary thoughts. Most of the time, I cringe. Seriously, I thought that was remotely good? Yes, yes, I did. But then some days the poems I transcribe to this website actually make me smile.
It’s mainly the story-driven poems that I discover I love. The ones that set a small scene and surprise me a year later with my sometimes morbid, sometimes starry-eyed and hopeful plots. In Poem #568 and Poem #570, I wrote what I would describe as horror poems, which is probably not my usual fair. Mostly, I just loved reading them. It was a good feeling. I really wish I knew what I had been doing those days to have those poems pop into my brain.
Maybe it’s a bit narcissistic of me, but I love those poems. They are unpolished and off-the-cuff. They are also fun to read.
Anyway, feel free to comment with how you feel about your old poetry! Do you love it? Do you want to burn it? Why?
Poem #570
we went for a night hike
separate from the group at the park
we poked fun at horror tropes
we lost our way but triumphed
we came back from the hike
back to the group at the park
they were completely gone
they were lost to horror tropes
Poem #569
trying to smile
when not feeling it
is so exhausting
Poem #568
he hid me in the attic
and somehow I didn’t scream
I couldn’t move
I couldn’t sleep
I could hear my family downstairs
I wanted them to find me
but he had hidden me
even as my mom grabbed an old lamp
she still did not notice me
I heard them mourn my loss
months passed as I stayed up there
he fed me with tubes
and exercised me
his hands touching me
I was disgusted
but could not save myself
trapped and forgotten
Poem #567
a rough blanket on my legs
no comfort
Poem #565
rainbow everywhere
and still it’s cute
Poem #564
unexpected call
nighttime delight
Poem #563 – the tired meanings of kisses
I love to see kisses
those casual kisses
that say “I love you”
“I’m here for you”
“you matter to me”
“I like your presence”
“I’m glad to be with you”
my heart is warm
and my lips tingle
when I see those kisses
Poem #562
cat stretched on a piano
rats laying on each other
dog snoring on couch