Monday, January 4, 2010

.30 Days of Poems. [One]

I am currently dealing with abandonment;
feeling left behind by more than careless parents,
seconds on hour clocks and the sun.

I dont like how it's making me feel.

I called security,
she hung up, told me
to grow a back bone
and no one could love such a twisted

I like to draw on my my hands,
keep thinking if I get enough sharpie
ink to stay on my hands
without oils of time wearing it off
I will find a way back.

people keep telling me they saw me the other day.
I haven't seen me in ages. How did they know
it was me?

I wish i could
just as easy call myself.

I forgot my name.

I am currently over this