My head
is full on noodles today.
It spins round and round in a bowl of broth.
The microwave warms me so I can later be served to those who will eat me.
First in line is Harper Lee
She takes from me my attention span
Next is Mr. Geometry
He takes my curiosity
Then is the snow.
It takes from me all that I have to bestow
I am left as nothing but broth.
Even so, the future then comes and my ability to throw and grow
I am a wimpy noodle
I get mushy if exposed to too much
Time will be the one who takes away my bowl, as well as my soul
Then, finally I will be nothing at all but unfulfilled responsibilities
And a dream.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
