I found a poem that I wrote... I am not a poet so I wasn't sure what to do with it.. I decided to share it with you folks. Feel free to tell me that it's shit... I'm okay with that! My poetry tends to be shit. I'm much better at telling a story as opposed to painting an emotion with words. I leave the poetry writing to my friend Sarah.
Ruining Ruined
I was trying to write you something
and then my cell phone rang
ruining the entire story.
It was like the time my mother showed up at the pool,
yanking me out of the water by my hair. We were
playing Marco Polo and I was “it.”
She ruined the entire game.
After that no one wanted to play with me.
Which at 10 years old,
had ruined my entire life.
Kind of like that time my friend Jenny
slept with my college boyfriend,
and did it again with another boyfriend.
That ruined our entire friendship.
It’s pretty easy to rip things apart,
to shred them down into a million little pieces,
ruining the entire picture.
Especially when you don’t pay attention to the details.
Or forget to read the directions
Like the time I didn’t follow the recipe and
I ruined your birthday cake.
But you ate it anyway and ended up sick,
screaming at the toilet all night.
That ruined your entire birthday.
Like the people at the rally we drove by,
the one under the bridge, near the post office,
holding up signs saying Obama is the anti-Christ,
and that paying taxes has ruined their entire lives.
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Maybe I should have read it aloud to you guys like I did with 'Cantaloupe Boobs'-- dang. Next time, possibly...
