Pontoum Crazy

My new favorite kind of poem. The repetition makes nearly anything beautiful and with deeper meaning. So fun to write. I love.

**Disclaimer. These poems aren't necessarily about me. Just people's stories I've heard, or books I've read, stuff like that. Don't worry yourself too much. :)

At Best

Inside your new black car
Our hands caught onto each other
Stilled breath and soft music
Best friends at best

Our hands caught onto each other
We laughed and cried and sang
Best friends at best
But I loved you more than that

We laughed and cried and sang
Breathing in the subtle smell of cigarettes
But I loved you more than that
Wondering what more could be

Breathing in the subtle smell of cigarettes
Inside your new black car
Wondering what more could be
Best friends at best.


Speak

Crimped hair and glue-on nails
A girl, not yet thirteen
holding onto her first red plastic cup
Taking only a few sips

A girl, not yet fifteen
Dancing freely, twirling freely
Taking only a few sips
"So this is what growing up feels like."

Dancing freely, twirling freely
He led her back behind the barn
"So this is what growing up feels like."
Stripping away her twelve year old innocence

He led her back behind the barn
Crimped hair and glue-on nails
Stripping away her fourteen year old innocence
Holding onto her first red plastic cup