April 4, 2010
As I lay pace forward,
my head is buried in the body of grass,
just itching to get up
but too tired by the dim lighting
of the half moon.
My hand seeps into the ground
as if a handle to pull me up,
but the moon punishes me further and further
with its sleepy atmosphere.
The crickets chirp a familiar tune
and I drift away to sleep as easily
as a sailboat with happy drunk men.
Some of them singing show tunes,
and the other sipping down
to the last drop without a care in the world.

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timevampire This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2010 at 12:35 pm
I loce the mind picture of drunken sailer singing show tunes. awesome!
jessica.cherish.conner replied...
May 10, 2010 at 7:20 pm

thank you im glad you did

that was what i wanted to happen.(:

Bianca said...
May 8, 2010 at 1:12 pm
wow i like all your poems but, I like this poem alot because its originall
jessica.cherish.conner replied...
May 10, 2010 at 7:46 pm

Haha im glad. i hope one of my poems gets published


interesting said...
May 1, 2010 at 12:30 pm
I really think that this poem deserves more credit!  its good...
jessica.cherish.conner replied...
May 1, 2010 at 12:33 pm

Thank you,

tell your friends.

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