two very old poems

so yesterday i unearthed, among other things, two short poems dated way back to when i was 9 years old—they were written inside an old 4th grade journal and everything, nestled between pages of arithmetic homework. i thought they were an…interesting glimpse into the machinations of my tiny noggin, so i’m posting ‘em here. note that no corrections were made to spelling, grammar, form, etc.

1. [untitled] - march 7th, 2007

Every move and gesture
Every breath of air

is full of grace

Every jump, every twirl

Every whisper of hair

is full of grace

Every grin of snow capped teeth

Every look you share with me

is full of grace

Your soft, luminescent eyes

Your voice, rarely spoken

Is full of grace

2. [“Numb”] - june 28th, 2007

They say that frostbite numbs 

the hands

Forced to abandon the images

tenderly crafted

Sought out summer in a winter blizzard

Found inhumanity of true ice—not 

crystalized, but dusted pure

And still an evil and potent 

bunch—that killing dusted ice

None of which bare signs of 

warmth or brazen green

Silence of the numbness as it

begins to flood

But then the drip, drip, drip of

liquid frost

My blood begins to burn