There are few things I enjoy more than reading and writing. I recently entered some of my poetry and two of my short stories into a writing contest with my school. The results will be announced at the end of May. Here is a couple of poems I wrote about a year and a half ago.
This Cigarette
Writing by the light of a weakening cigarette
Loneliness becomes her as she's trying to forget
A jolted lover neither jolted nor loved to her regret
To kiss her isn't saying much - she's shared it with most she's met
Hopes of romance escape her in every pattern of smoke she lets
Permeate past her dry lips and the list of promises never kept
Haunt her heart and soul
All she has is now embodied in this cigarette
The Plan
And there's my ten-year plan
So flawless and imperfectly perfect
Well do you want to get married?
She asked
Of course
Is my default reply
Have I forgotten to factor in
Marriage? Into my
Seemingly, expertly
Pompously "perfected,"
Timelessly infected, eloquently ejected,
But now just rejected plan?
...Damn...
And what about children?
She goes on to say
Well, I begin to utter
I suppose, I begin to stutter
That would depend on my
Non-existing, but yet conflicting
Already-scripting, already-shifting
Spouse!
What it means to be a woman, a wife, and a student, from a sinner that's still learning.
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