It’s my first try at poetry and I seriously had no idea how to start it. It’s practically improvisational, and I emphasize, it is my first try. I am rather unhappy that July is over because it means my school is starting soon. My body got too accustomed to terrible habits over the holidays.
(No title at the moment)
The smell of smoke wraps at every exposed skin
like silent bits of frost before Christmas
The water is a pool of murky brown
like my sister’s diluted lemonade
But do you ever understand?
My lips are dried and shrivelled,
colours lost and peeled,
like your morning bagel,
or the orange that you left on the table
but you never know,
you never understand
And you’ll watch my body fall into
tiny pieces of puzzles
that will never match, ever again
And the fish, oh yes,
they will look at me with their dead eyes
unmoving and still.
Will you ever learn?
My time is up
My clock will collect dust by dawn
you, you will stand there,
turning, once again,
your back on me.
I, I will watch
the last embers of daylight fade away,
And the moon, washed by the time,
will sing, again and again,
as it sits by the wasteland
And I will close my eyes