Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I strongly dislike titles

Hi! Okay, so this is not really a good poem. Not an awful one, in my mind, just not very good. Sorry. I'm publishing it anyways, for two reasons. 1. This is something I wanted to write for myself, and I wanted to make sure I keep it. 2. I want to post somewhat regularly.

she glares
into her reflection
hoping, perhaps
to stare it
down
and make it
slither away

but the horrid
thing just stays
there
oblivious

like some
awful little puppy
who follows you
around
and won't stop
biting

huge, delicate
tears flow
down
exposing
her insides
for everyone to
see

and as
she she walks over
to the window
an overly cheery sun
catches her
tear streaked face
and glimmers
if only for
a moment