i don't have a man to love
just a boy who texts me when he's drunk
and the two dollars on my metrocard
isn't the flight that i need.

some really old writing

I just found these two poems on an abandoned page on my website. They are written in tanka form, I wrote them sometime in the fall of 2004 (my senior year of high school) for my college level English class. There's something sweet about them that I still enjoy.

#1


slow stumbling tree
perfect purity and form
hollow haunting bark
white withers these trying times
this instant in time alive


#2

flying forceful change
colours crack controlling time
everywhere regret
lying living like love can
oh they fall fast toward gone ground