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Sadie Price Poem
I Wonder
No matter how hard I try, my popcorn
Ceiling always turns into an image.
Either a mystifying horse with a rippled horn
Or a devil demolishing a soul like chocolate fudge.
Everything in between.
The ripples in the ceiling create
A scene that negates the effects
Of drugs so much that the fudge that the red monster ate
Loses it’s rich flavor and neglects
Any sort of satisfaction.
My imagination grows feral,
My train of thought goes off its track.
Into a mindset filled with peril,
I want my head back.
But the ceiling is so mesmerizing.
A mischievous rollercoaster takes me
Over all of the hills and valleys,
Over all the tiny crevices. A key
That opens a door into many wondering alleys
That trace back to my sleep deprived mind.
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To feel melancholy..
To hear the rain on my roof
On this soft mellow day
The grey sky is the color of a horse hoof
Oh the colorless grey
To feel melancholy..
To unwrap the border separating
The sour yet mouthwatering
Orb of blue that stains your teeth
The taste that prohibits death
To feel melancholy..
Submerging yourself in a pond
Filled to the brim with spheres
That appear to be clear yet have
A layer of shifting light, colorful
To feel melancholy..
Getting closer to the sidewalk
Looking up the entire time
Nose perked up inhaling
The droplets of tears
Created by ridged, fluffy, clouds
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The wind sings
A melody that
No instrument can
Master
The twists and turns
Of the breeze,
Stronger and weaker
Endless whistling
Against your houses
Crevices
Is it singing to something?
Trying to match the birds
Chirping In the morning?
Or is it just screaming
At a reason
To blow someone away
Scare the dogs
Hush the quiet
Is it a sign to cool off?
To blow off steam?
Is a storm closing in?
I try to sing along
But the pitch is unimaginably
Hard to manage
Instead I just listen
As the wind sings
Copyright © Sadie Price | Year Posted 2021
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Spring
My nose never
Ever
Itches
Or aches
It just sits on my face
Smelling the freshly
grown flowers
But you
You made spring
come early
You made my nose twitch
You made my eyes swell
I tried to blame it on
Allergies
But your apologies
Got to me
Your eyes
Squint when you
Smile
Your beautiful serene
Eyes
You tell me that I’m
What you crave
A sweet cuddle
In sweats
I think I love you
My nose doesn’t just
Itch now
It scrunches up
A long with my amber eyes
I smile at the
Thought of you
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Laying here pondering,
wondering how the sound
Of droplets hitting against
My slanted roof put my mind
At such ease. Craving for something
To compliment the pitter-patter
Of the tiny impacts of water.
No one now pays attention
To the smell of precipitation
The wonderful presence of
Tears brought to life by a
Light fluff in the sky
In comparison to the rich never-
Ending atmosphere
How could a long sheet of double
Sided comfort provide a sense
Of love in a cold room,
It provides almost as much
Consolation that
fresh water tears do.
Praying for a jolting
Strike of light and reverberation
Throughout my living system
In order to fulfill all of the
Left over exhilaration from
The night I had spent
Taking in the elation from
The rain.
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Minutes pass, Hours pass, Days pass
I sit in my chair, watching the glass
I stare at the leaves falling becoming more dead
Staying up throughout the dark, so fed
Up with this prison people call life
What's the point of waking up from a slumber
That leads to an endless number
Of reasons I can’t explain
I can't help but complain
Or refrain
But..
She looks so nice
The way her hair compliments the ice
That surrounds my core
An endless amount of this feeling…
This feeling I can’t explain
Now I can’t complain
Especially not refrain
But..
The feeling for sadness overwhelms me
I don’t understand why
The clouds above my head won't
Create a rainbow
I’m stuck.
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