Poetry
I put some thought, random thought
Into life
Maybe I should take bigger bites instead of nibbling
On it because it doesn’t seem to keep stretching after I reach the halfway mark
Doesn’t matter now because the water is boiling and
I can’t find
A bigger pot to put this dead animal in
I don’t really understand why we put dead animals into our mouths
It tastes good but I still don’t understand
A lot of things happen like that
I watch the neighbor open the door and place a well worn box outside
I remember him taking that in a couple months ago
On my way in from the grocery store with some
apples and peanut butter
Not to sound too cliché
But i feel we are all worn boxes waiting outside
To see if when we are going to be picked up and taken to the next place
That kind of thought belongs in a poem
Things like these always belong in a poem
Maybe I should say we are all like
apples and peanut butter
But those go together too well to be metaphor
I don’t know what I’m trying to say but
this is a poem
Money evades me, it really likes to
After it shines so brightly in my hand I never can seem to get enough
I am Narcissistic enough to look in a mirror
my mind is a mirror
At times I only see myself and things start spinning
Spinning spinning spin spin
And my mind, once so sheer that it only reflects what I see, gets scratched
Until it’s quite unclear and the
reflection only shows hazy images
It’s so quiet, just like knowledge
My wisdom in a mirror
18 years young and I won’t pretend like I know what I’m talking about
But this is a poem
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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