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A Poemby everystupidstar (^w^)A Poem by everystupidstar
I mean, really,
if it could be written by anyone else,
it probably already has been--
using concrete imagery and a coherent rhyme scheme.
Railroad CrossingShe loved him with allRailroad Crossing by everystupidstar
of the subtlety of an
oncoming freight train.
AfflictionOnce, I got it in my head to make an effortAffliction by everystupidstar
to get to know the real you, but only once.
I say ‘once’ because it only took an afternoon
for me to realize that you weren't worth the effort.
Minute by minute, I tried to peel you away
over coffee and conversation, napkins neatly pressed.
The biscotti were delicious, as I recall.
And your smile, as fixed as the chimes on the clock behind your head.
Oh, we had a lovely time, but in the end I had gotten
no farther than when you offered your chair.
You see, no matter how much I peeled away at your finery,
beneath everything there was still a wall.
It only takes one afternoon of broken nails and splintered fingers
to learn when to give someone up.
Taking Sides"My neighbor favors cliches, you know,Taking Sides by everystupidstar
and one day as he was leaning over his lawn mower,
he grinned at me.
'The grass is always greener on the other side,' he said.
A dandelion moped at my feet and I,
well, I grinned at him.
'So, it is,' I said. 'Very.'
I also favor cliches, you know,
and that night as as I was leaning over my neighbor's fence,
I dropped a match and grinned.
It's true, you know?
The thing about the grass.
I spied him from my window in the early twilight.
He was in his underwear sobbing about how my grass was suddenly much greener.
The fence picketing seemed whiter, too."