I pasted the poem, Round and round. Until the glue bottle Was empty, The last drop, All used And my paper, All gone, My pens Out of ink. My hands, Sore, calloused, From writing too much, Sticky with glue, and tape. All around, I memorized it, And glued it, Pasted it, Stuck it, Taped it, Wrote it, On the walls And walls And walls Of my room, My heart, My mind. And all throughout my soul. The words, “I k!113d myself”, Catch my eye, But soon they fly away, Up, Up, until gone. But not when i caught them, Just enough, To hold it close, For a while, Or maybe, Forever. Meggie Royer, thank you for all that you’ve done <33
Background is from google I feel like doing a memoir where i write some poetry each day about things in my life such as pieces of art, people, poetry written by other people, objects, conflict, problems, struggles and other things. Might not happen every single day though.
