SeasickA Poem by RyanBreathing stagnant air. The sun shines through the window like dusk. The blank look on my face as I pour another warm glass of whatever is in this glass bottle. Ancient thoughts echo: What am I not enough of. What part of me is there too much of. All the things I would have done, am still capable of doing. The time you spend watching him play video games, watching paint dry, knowing it makes him happy.
You’re favorite pastime: plotting new land masses on your Jr. Cartography set. I’d hire an entire navy so you could scour the already-searched seas. I’d crumble up tired old countries, toss the crumbs helter-skelter into the ocean. The thrill of finding each and every Easter Egg Island would light up your face like a beautiful Christmas tree blinking bright blue glass lights, visible from space. And still you spend your time watching television in the footy pajamas he makes fun of you for wearing. I, for one, am quite jealous of them.
A knock at my door as I plop into the lawn chair that lives in my living room. The thought of human interaction makes me cringe. I turn up the special on polar bears and wait for whoever it is to walk away, give up on whatever they think they saw in me. And that’s just what you do. © 2012 RyanReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 24, 2012 Last Updated on March 24, 2012 AuthorRyanAboutCollege student interested in poetry, but too shy to admit it. My poetry is a little dark sometimes, and other times it is very lighthearted. All of the poems I have up are here to be reviewed. Ev.. more..Writing
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