Biography of Aaron Myers
I live by the sea.
Everything posted on here is very rough.
I think it's nicer when poems have structure but I'm lazy.
Aaron Myers Poems
How She Does Choose Her Lovers.
Sorting through the chequered shirts. By means of folding and failing To keep anything of worth.
There's a girl on my bed, another on my mind, and to make things worse there's one on the phone telling me that she's decided she doesn't want to be alone.
For Almost Two Whole Years
For almost two whole years I left my pen inside my drawer, my pad safely hidden in a box in my room. My grades went up and I quit smoking, I forgot about the band and those cliched songs of lost loves
There's a fine line between who I am and who I think I am It's powdered white and disappears everytime I see my reflection. It separarates my head from my heart.
Today I found a recipt in your car. A holiday for two To a place I've never been. I guess I know where you were that week
Hey! Miss interpret this: I've still got your clothes and your smell on my sheets, I drove down your road in hope that we'd meet
'Life's To Short' She Said.
If it's awkward then it's alright 'cause it means we care. So moving forward: Unfold your arms like you were unfolding that coke wrap.
The estuary tide leaves before my eyes and takes with it the sky's clever disguise. The sun no longer bounces off of the shore As the warming breezes reach their demise.
'Summer swallowed us whole' The sun drew us out from the safety, from the log fire that once lit your eyes Along a path that looked so appealing.
This morning I picked up two stones And threw them into the sea, They skipped and sank into an analogy For you and me (or you and I?) .
There's a girl on my bed,
another on my mind,
and to make things worse there's one on the phone
telling me that she's decided she doesn't want to be alone.
Let's start with the first
a drunken resort
but she must be cursed
'cos nobody ever calls her the morning after.