Collection of Thoughts

Poetryoneliners

It pains me

To pull the flesh of the grapefruit from its skin

Been wallowing in my own -ness all day

Sweat in my hair and on my body

White duvet and bedroom

Beside me my book of poetry

Takes your place in my bed

Like spooning a melted Klondike Bar

What would you do

My natural state is nothing

So I naturally resist everything

The worst

Is always expecting the worst

Then getting something worse

You are what you eat

You are what you do

It's a shame

You're not what you think

A guy to brush my hair and a roommate to braid it

And a mom to tell me she's happy I made it

My mind has a padlock in it that pulls on the strains of my thoughts like spaghetti

It’s ok

To get raspberry juice on the white plastic measuring cups

It adds charm, dontchya know