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It's almost like my life the past few weeks is in review
Before the memories leave my mind
They turn themselves inside out-
Like shirts fresh out of the laundry
And then disappear,
As socks do in the dryer
Oh, if only it were that easy to dismiss
And say that you were a clothes cycle
I once watched go round and round.
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It'd make it much easier for me
If you would stop running through my mind.
There are marks on my cerebrum that read Nike-
You have become that frequent a visitor.
I'll start to do something that, I'm sorry,
But doesn't involve you
And you start lacing up your jogging shoes.
All right, fine- run on-
But one of these days would you mind staying?
About Me
- Autumn Renae Rays
- Orlando, FL, United States
- I enjoy life and living. I love the way the sky looks when it's about to rain. I love phone calls. I enjoy writing in library books. It's like everyone- we mark our territory somewhere in this world. I love people, how they enrich my spirit and make me smile and laugh. I do extremely love counter cultures, especially the theatre world of the 18- and early 1900's. I love artistic things, I love to feel fabric, I love feeling beautiful, inside and out. I love to be inspired, I like to lay in the grass and smile up at the wide open sky. I love smiling at people who don't even know me. I love being kind to the people in the check out line. I love reading poetry, and getting lost in the words. I love my life, I love my family. I'm freakishly linked with my little sister, and weirdly close with the rest of my family. I love creating, dancing when no one's watching. I love reading about what's happening in the world, I enjoy feeling like I can make a difference. I like wearing flowers behind my ears, in my hair. I love to blast music, I love music with words that inspire me. I love beaches, I love the sand, I love the wind. I am the wind, try to catch me.
2 comments:
What to call the poetry? Arrest.
Arrest. Reading these made something happen to me that can itself only be described in poetry. It's happened before-- don't know if it's good or bad-- but only something special can cause that feeling.
I would call it a meltdown if that didn't have such a negative connotation. Arrest.
I really like your metaphors, especially the jogging one here. I like how they pull it all together, always coming back in the end to bring a theme to the poem. They're beautiful and so perfect that an English class could analyze them.
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