Little Rhymes
A Collection of My Little Poems
Delicate fingers
Hands
Hands
Move towards mine
Interlace them
Interweave them
Make a tapestry
Warm
Your slow breaths are warm
Your hands are warm
I am cold
Hold me
Hold me
Defeat Today
Lifeless prisoners beg to be released
To let fresh air fill their lungs with light that won't be freed
We have one heart that's beating
Contained inside its cage
Set free it may start bleeding
or thrive in turns of page
Defeat is met by comfort of our neighbors' hands
The gap that lies between us
Is closing as we stand
A depression that begs for triumph
Finally faces defeat
For now,
My battle is over
Until the eve will break
Divorce
You have become much like me
Please don't let this be trickery
I don't know if I can stand another fight
Just let me sleep for the night
Don't kiss mother's cheek before you go
It is too painful for you to know
Terms of affection only worked long before
Your relationship soiled and burned to the floor
I see you taking your stuff
Out of this family's home
Once your house
Now another's abode
What do you do when all the happy has become long gone?
Sanitary
Regardless of the family's grime
Their house remains sanitary
Glasses clean but never clear
Their house remains sanitary
Shoes are polished but never shine
Jackets crisp and pants ironed
But never fully worn
Beds are made but never straight
Shelves are dusted but never pure
And their house remains
Sanitary
Snow
We lie in the snow and silently wish to die
You and I
Let's leave it all behind
We don't like running
But I don't mind
If it makes the journey to Hell a little faster
Our differences make us alive
Not alike
The same blood
Not face
I don't know if I want to survive this flood
We can swim together if you'd like
Something tells me you might
Let's let go of this branch
It'll eventually break anyways
Glum and gloomy another mistake
Clorox
Clorox -
The leading provider of bleach
A whitener that cleans all mistakes
But am I sure that I want them taken away?
My weaknesses, my mess-ups, my mistakes
Make me better
And I would never change them
So would I want them gone?
The reminders of the days when the world was not fond of me
Or would I rather keep them
To deepen all the meanings
Of the days to come
About the Creator
Abi Briggs
Just a nerd writing some words
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