Reasons to Live pt. 3 (a haiku about a child)
When I see my baby’s eyes,
My own eyes light up.
How could I ever be sad?
Poems
Stars.
I can’t wait to see the stars in your eyes. I know you are going to shine so bright.
You are going to be a fire.. but not the kind that destroys. You will be a fire that heals. You’re going to be the brightest star.
I hope I will make you proud.
Bump.
You’re just a small bump. You’re growing every day while you wait to meet the world. I haven’t met you yet, but I love you more than you will ever be able comprehend.
You cause me stress.
Read MoreTrophies.
I talk about my faults like they’re awards I got in high school because sometimes I feel like I have nothing else interesting to say.
I have a need for people’s attention and my frequent pity parties are how I get it.
I have these scars on my body that are like trophies of all the battles I’ve won. I think showing these to people will make them like me – or at least pity me enough to pretend to like me.
Read MoreLove so Whole.
How is love so whole
Shown to someone so broken,
I couldn’t earn this.
A Poem for Her.
I am just lying in bed
watching you brush your teeth.
You occasionally look back
and catch me staring.
Read MoreGrowth.
When I was younger, my father would make me stop to think about what I was saying so that I wouldn’t stutter so much. Now I’m in my twenties and my dad isn’t here to tell me to slow down. So sometimes my head goes too fast and my mouth can’t keep up. My dad isn’t here to tell me to think before I speak. So now I say things and sometimes I’m not even sure what I said or why I said it.
Read MoreGod Don’t Make No Junk (a haiku about finally believing in my favorite shirt as a child)
At last I have found
Someone who makes me believe
God did not mess up
Reasons to Live pt. 2 (a haiku on being helped with gas money)
Running on empty
I’m not sure how to fix it,
“round it up to ten.”
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.
I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.
I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud.
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