Some Things I Still Can't Tell You: Poems

by Misha Collins

Inhaling to exhaling Used air.

I just have time to think, “Please, God, let me have Built this home strong enough.”

I complained. “We wait all year for these flowers, And they’re gone in a week.”

Looking up, my open eyes are pelted from above, And when I stop to blink and close my lids, I suddenly see you. Your cold and rosy rain-chapped cheeks Reflected in the window of a city shop, But your winter storm is in another place.

On a sculptured heap of trash and sludge, Our guide tells us, “Only schizophrenics See the beauty here.”

write mostly In the mornings, drinking tea, And, when I write, I am writing Mostly just for me.

But maybe time slips through God’s fingers, Runs down His arms and legs, And pools on the ground at His feet, Each moment evaporating, Condensing and falling back To us as rain, And the whole time, we think things like, “Poor me,” When instead We could turn our bodies outdoors, Feel the warm rain on our skin, And watch the skies Open for all of us.

That these intruders Might come for us in our sleep, Take our souls and leave us cursed.

of all the melodrama; i mean this very nicely, but are you fifteen

I only wish I knew What I wanted me to be.

see this is the kind of thing that takes precise, suggestive poetry into the realm of high school freshman writing for an assignment

What have I done?

misha collins learn how to end your poems challenge

with Bill and Hillary But had a recent falling out with The ambassador to France.

me remembering mc almost career as a politician

And I thought: Maybe she isn’t so impressed by the car And by the driver And the legroom and the leather. All wasted. And now I’m hours early for my flight.

“I wish for a baby leopard.”

I say, “No, no, sweetie,” and West explains: “You have to puff it and make a wish.” Then she smilingly blows the wisps from off the stem, And as they float toward me, she says, “I wish for this.”

i KNOW she didn't say this but still also she's like 7 now or something lol