ME

I found the other poem that is like the last one. they were written about 6 months apart both for a creative writing class I was taking. there was a thing we did to come up with all the things. well that is enough about it...


ME
i am a dark red
almost black i am so red

i am an incomplete circle
almost a semicircle
but not quite that either

i am a slow jog
created in hysteria
but continued in fun

i am the klip klop of your sandle
on the hardwood floor

i am seventy two
just some random number in space

i am a green volkswagen beetle
making my way across the world

i am the comfortable worn out armchair
the one you have always known and loved

i am calamari
only when prepared right
will you enjoy me to the fullest

i am the stan up bass
to the side of the stage
waiting for my turn to play sweet melodies

i am the quietest room in the house
waiting to be occupied by more silence

i am the rain pouring down to give new life
to an environment so helpless

i am an oak in the dead of winter
naked for all to see

i am your psychotic self