just a queer little child

maybe
I was just a queer little child
but when I was sitting
in the car
with mommy driving fast
I loved to watch
the rain fall down
and hit upon the glass
and now as I am
thinking
I ponder a queer metaphor
of how life relates
to that maroon suburban door
sometimes the weather
hits me hard
and tears fall down my cheeks
sometimes the world it gets so cold
that I began to creak
other days in haste
I bang against another
leaving scratches and dents
and getting lectures from my mother
there is times when its cold outside
and yet inside I feel warm and so happy with my life
So tell me now
am I the only queer child out there
who loves to listen
to the rain going
pitter patter
and as the water
hits on the window
with a splash
nothing in the world
even seems to matter





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Aderes18 said...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 7:47 pm

No, you are not the only queer child out there. I love to watch the rain patter on the window too. :) 

I like this poem! 

 
LastChapter said...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 10:12 pm
i really liked this. rhymed poems are hard to pull off, but your rhymes didn't sound forced, and even with a smaller selection of words (since you can only use words that rhyme) you still managed to make your meaning deep and touching.
 
kmarie14 replied...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 11:51 pm
thank you so very much!!! it means alot!
 
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