I make memories with people
I know I won't see again
I recall them in my mind—
Try to remember what I can
I take photos of cool places
Even though it's not the same
My desire to go back
A beast I can't hope to tame
I write down the funny times
That make me glad I am alive
Then I read them at the points
When I struggle to survive
And I listen to one song
On the days I'm doing bad
It is horrid it is lovely—
It is happy it is sad
So tell me why I do these things
These actions lacking common sense
If I'm just an animal
Inside a larger, nicer fence?
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
