Poetry 2014 - Odessa McNiel (speed reading book .txt) 📗

is.
I'd stand on the railing
And reach my arms out.
That is all I can think about.

 

If I were dying...
Well, I'd want it to be quick.
Why hang around when you're old and sick?
Rip it off like a bandage.
The pain is only brief.
There's no reason to be sickened with grief.

 

If I were dying...
I'd die in my sleep.
No pain.
That's the way I'd go.
I would've taught you all I know.

 

I am dying,
And I just want you to know
That there is no shame when you're old and weak.
There is no silence when you can no longer speak.
Death is a miracle,
Though black and despicable.
I can start over.
All fresh and new.
And the best part is...
I'll be thinking about you.

The Boy I Know

Brown hair,
Brown eyes,
All skinny and tall
With pants too short
And sleeves too long.
This is the boy I know.

 

Sugar sweetens his soul

But corrodes his temper like a tooth.
He's sharp as a whip
But as energetic as lightning.
His attention span is meager,
But he is oh so eager
To tell you everything there is to know.
This is the boy I know.

 

 

This is the boy I know
Behind the bottle cap glasses,
Without the medicine, and
Without a single allergy.

 

 

This is the boy I know
Behind the jeers and teases and
Behind all the air that he wheezes.

 

 

This is the boy I know
With every imperfection in the books.

 

 

This is the boy I know,
The one who sleeps with the lights on and
The one who stands inches from a screen.

 

 

This is the boy I know,
The one willing to die for his country.
It is all he can think about.
He wears the colors like a badge.
The hat is there on his head everyday.
It serves as a reminder that he is strong,
That he is brave, and that he is beautiful.

 

 

This is the boy I know.
He's just a kid.
He's so ignorant to the bigger things.
Yet, when I talk to him, he understands.
He understands the bigger things.
In fact, he believes in them.
Call him crazy if you want.
However, remember that he is not you,
And you are not him.

 

 

This is the boy I know,
The boy I've grown up with.

 

 

This is the boy I love,
The one that I'd kill and die for.

 

 

This is the boy I know,
The boy I call my brother.

 

Imprint

Publication Date: 03-13-2014

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Dedication:
I would like to dedicate this book to everyone and everything that inspired these poems.