Ingrate

A Poem By Anna // 11/18/2010

~This could easily slip into my nonsense poems, but I though I'd post it separately.~

I look at me and see
the nonsensibility of complaining.
I remind me of a bird
that scolds spring for damaging winter.
“You break it, you buy it,” I shrill,
ruffling my wings.
“Ridiculous,” spring replies.
“The world looks better my way.”

Comments

Ha!

This was very cute!

Mary | Thu, 11/18/2010

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Love it! So funny and fresh.

Love it! So funny and fresh. It made me smile. :)

paperpoet | Fri, 11/19/2010

Haha, that's adorable :)

Haha, that's adorable :)

Erin | Fri, 11/19/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

cute

I like it... I really liked the style, too.

Sarah Bethany | Wed, 11/24/2010

Thanks. :) I had fun writing

Thanks. :) I had fun writing it.

Anna | Fri, 11/26/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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