Another one of my weird poems. I wrote this one without thinking about structure or anything. This morning I was going to get my fruit but found out that it all spoiled in a matter of a few day, mine was the only one that went bad, which was weird. So I made a story of a narrator based on that. I hope you enjoy it, I know its rusty! lol
If I stare long enough you look fleshy.
Like a glistening wound, sliced into a smile.
And yes, our smiles meet,
and it’s like natures sweetened water.
It’s complicated, sometimes…
You see, the freckles like to get stuck in my teeth.
But I think better of it, for I learn more about you.
Since your water is sweet,
I sometimes I have tackiness on my fingers,
But I lick them and leave the stains.
I’d bee with you any season and any day
You never lose your smile, even if you feel bruised
If you are taken apart or left out in rims
I’d nap next to you and curve to your body.
What is left is just enough,
We only have so much time.
I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I thought about this one last night so I decided to write it down today. It didn’t come out like the first draft in my head but I think I got the idea down.
To make my colors change
You have to see to gradient
the fine lines of my pores
and the rouge to my pupils.
You make my colors change
what was once purple is now blue
what was once red is now green
and black to white.
Making my colors change-
I am a different person
I think I gave some of myself
to become something new
My colors changed from
newspaper to a carnival
the popcorn butter and the cotton candy twists
that satisfy the never-ending taste buds.
With the stars serving the neon lights
that change the mood over time.