Just some poetry

(warning: I’ve decided to write in no caps for my poetry, even though I’m a grammar nazi ^____^)

a sunny afternoon

the chirping birds
the sunlight streaming
across my newly-made bed
and spilling its touch
across my toes
which i crinkle in delight
warmth fills my body
and a smile lights up my face

beauty
beauty
what everyone sees
and yet spurns
at the same time.
why do all women
seek long hair?
and men
seek height
and dark hair
taking to a
darcy complex?
and then we all
deny any desire
to look desirable

cats

warmth against my leg
a small body lying on my knee
her ears pricking up
at every word
spoken or sung
on the soundtrack that
blasts
through the computer’s
tall black speakers,
her sleek black coat recently
washed
causing a hairball
and thus a small
puddle on my bedroom floor
some aspects of a cat
one can really live without.

chivalry

shockingly enough
when she walks through the door
there’s a hand
half-covered by a glove
holding it open
just above her head
the man in sunglasses
smiles down at her
and her faith in chivalry
is officially restored

outlook

what do you see
when you close your eyes?
do you see black,
just the back of your eyelids?
do you see the lights of the city
reflected in red, pink, and black?
do you see stars?
do you see the universe?
do you see your life
up to this point?
maybe you see
what you wish your life
would be
from this point on.
or the entire world
as though from space.
maybe a new story
maybe your best friend
or significant other
or all the sins
that you’re ashamed of
or nothing at all.

what of when
you open them again?
do you see the same
green, blue, purple, brown?
is my orange
your pink?
is my black
your red?
when i see a circle,
do you see a square?
is that rectangle on the wall
a triangle to you?
is this all disproven
in geometry,
my worst class in freshman year?
or are our worlds
the same?
is the world really
so predicable?

springtime in tucson
flowers growing
bare trees beginning to regain their
long-lost leaves
oh, and of course your
supply of
pollen,
dust,
allergies,
and newly hatched bugs
for the year

Sorry it was so long, but I felt kinda inspired one night. ^______^

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