poetry – Writ Tight

Negative Picture

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I don’t mean to be a grouch,
But still, it seems a shame
To throw out Grandpa’s couch
All that’s left, then, is his name.

thrill of the hunt
always there, dependent on
which end you are at

It’s pointless to grasp
what can and will not remain
sit back and enjoy

the me tomorrow
is not the me of today
nor would I want that

It’s the greatest pain
to discover true beauty
but find it too much

Ugh, don’t you just hate it when people try to categorize you?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

And she’s sweeter than honey
And just unbearably shy
Of dispositions: sunny,
And brighter than the sky