Litter

notebooks half filled with doodles and poems
little mementos of memories passed
lanyards made because of the stress
litter my room in a violent mess

books about boys who want to be girls
and bottles of off-brand soda
sunglasses stolen straight from the shelves
litter my room like a life in themselves

clothes worn too many times
scrap papers filled with bad rhymes (like these)
empty cigarette packs i wish were full
litter my room in a cruel joke

walls that say “fuck” maybe 60 times over
holes in the sheets when i couldn’t handle
a thousand excuses for letting it go
litter my mind like a plague

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~ by devcoffee on July 28, 2008.

Posted in Poetry
Tags: boredom, filth, poem, Poetry, room

3 Responses to “Litter”

I like this poem alot. Very good work Devyn

John Chuckran said this on July 29, 2008 at 12:20 am | Reply
Its amazing how you can turn the most simple everyday thing into a work of art like this. You are a really talented writer. Kepp it up.

Trav said this on July 30, 2008 at 11:53 am | Reply
whoaa intense. this is aamzing writing. fuck.

chelseyyjo said this on August 14, 2008 at 2:40 am | Reply