Possibly my two least favorite poems...

Sometimes
May 12, 2009

Like a bad cliché,
I’m
falling
faster and faster.
I’m afraid, terrified.
Still, hopelessly
Too Reluctant
To vocalize
Anything important,
Anything real.

This brick façade,
This concrete wall
I’ve mastered,
Plastered
and super glued
Around my heart:
It’s only
a shield
for broken
Pieces.

And falling
Falling
Falling
Again?
This was not
Part of my plan.
But this irrational,
Insane,
incomparable fear?
It’s so damn worth it.


Edit: Upon re-reading this, I've come to the conclusion that I went through a Sylvia Plath phase and FAILED MISERABLY. I am much better when I'm writing me, as opposed to adopting another poet's style.


April 2009

I am a fragment.
Smash me.
Break me.
Re-break me.
Sharp shards
And shingles,
Shattered
Battered
Bruised
And bare.
Glue me back together
Like I was always there.

Edit: I spent so long on this poem, and it breaks my heart that it still sucks haha