Monday, February 2, 2009

Used...

I am a fan of poetry but I tried (and failed miserably) to do the slam poetry thing... So here is something I am going to spit at you. And I have to warn you that I am going to try to rhyme here and there and just go with it for the rest. So leave a comment about what you think this poem is about and I love criticisms. But I hope you enjoy my Poem titled, "USED":

As the package opens, wrappers fly everywhere,
She picks me up as if I was fragile,

She hugs me tight as I hide my face in her hair,
The scent of freedom ran through my nose,
The scent ignited something I hadn't felt in awhile,
I felt new and improved because I was the one she chose.

My life started to revolve around her like the moon revolves the earth,
I waited on someone like her for so long,
Emotions felt new like a newborn baby that has been through birth,
What I felt for her was too far from weak, but strong.

All that changed in one day,
She noticed that I wasn't sexy, rich, or drove a sports car,
I was too cute, honest, mature, and too spontaneous, in other words, the perfect dude,
Where I was and where she wanted me to be was so damn far,
There was nothing else I could say,
She pulled out a thin piece of paper as she wrapped me up, she huffed and puffed all rude.

I got thrown into a bag,

The next light I saw illuminated from where we first met,
the store where she bought me without any regret,
She complained like she was an old hag.

She hated that someone else got me pre-own,
I was played with one too many times,
I was too soft in the middle and my outside was only just bruised,
I was something different from what she had, and it was shown,
So she exchanged me for a couple quarters, nickles, and dimes,
Now I sit here all alone with a price and sticker that labels me as used.