Cactus' Poetry

I actually have a book of these to send to an editor, but, here are some of my personal best.

I am a Number
I am a number,
I am a card.
I am a tool, and
I am a guard.
I am a sentry,
I am a slave.
I am a reaper,
This is your grave.

Blonde
(Yep, I'm blonde.)

She said she didn’t mind
Blonde jokes;
She minded those
Who thought they were true.
So she laughed,
Big and loud and fake,
Just to prove
That she really didn’t care.

Dreams Are Lies
Dreams are lies.
 
Dreams are mirrored fictions of the lives we’ve lived revised.
 
Dreams are fears that we’ve forgotten thrown into the skies.
 
Dreams are caterpillars that have grown to butterflies.
 
Dreams are lingering farewells and rushed and quick good-byes.
 
Dreams are desperate screams and each one of our loved ones’ cries.
 
Dreams are single strangers and they’re taking people’s lives.
 
Dreams are painted Easter eggs and pink and yellow dyes.
 
Dreams are taunts and jeers and shouts and thoughts and hope defied.
 
Dreams are suns while setting and they lack a plan to rise.
 
Dreams are carnivals where someone else has won the prize.
 
Dreams are people picking on someone who’s not their size.
 
Dreams are knots in trees that have unraveled and untied.
 
Dreams are lies.

 

 

You're really good. \(^0^)/

Thanks, it means a lot. ^^;

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