The Things I Carry

An assignment. I think I outdid myself

 

My keys, an ipod, and a stack of old papers

With my cell phone

Litter the backpack I carry.

Magazines and binders

Full of stuff I don’t need.

Pictures, and ID, and some gift-cards too

Are scattered messily through my purse.

Old gum rappers and some chopsticks

All memories of the past.

School books and homework

All I should have done the night before

Trash from the candy I ate last week

And the necklace I carry with pride around my neck.

But the other things…

Deep felt sorrow

Old wounds

Self hatred and loathing

Self doubt mixed with love

And memories of things I can’t change.

Wishes, dreams, and hopes

The thoughts of today

The dreams of tomorrow

And story lines drifting through my mind.

The dark terrors

The vivid images

Old nightmares.

All my fears

And all my creativity

Trapped in the shell…

 

These are the things I carry

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

unlike your other poems i read obviously, but inherant within this is still the same beat and rhythm, which never seems to actually lose focus. and for this reason, it doesnt feel forced, but genuine. and its that feeling that kept me until the end.