i spent it, every second,
every minute that you gave me
to grow up, i spent it spinning out
going crazy, i spent it
every nickel you gave me
got dropped, flipped, popped
and traded into gum-balls
they’ll fill up my mouth
they trickle out… their little compartment,
they’ll jumble jangle and taste like parchment
and on my paper wafers i munch and munch
without pages some days i swallow poems for lunch
i spent it, every second,
every minute that i had to myself
i spent it, wondering
waiting to start editing
start stopping stopping myself
i spent it, all my alone time
writing i’m writing something sad
and i’m spending it, this second
scribbling this is in a sketch pad
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2022 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: trying to be rhythmic, listing to music
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
wonderful, off-beat flow
a good read
if it's fun, keep writing
and thanks for sharing
writing to write for readers who read
Very relatable. I find myself consuming all my time writing and reading poetry, and literature in general, and before I know it, the day's gone. Well done! ✍
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