Such a short poem, but also a meaningful one. Only a few words, but it seems like a thousand words.
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
Robert L. Martin
9aSuch a short poem, but also a meaningful one. Only a few words, but it seems like a thousand words.