Poetry Dump

Whoosh. Getting it out here.

Ode To My Little Piece of Chalk
I want to understand how even though I can break you, you still manage to make a mark.
Your dust makes me sneeze.
My friends used to eat you at one point.

I was repulsed by any kind of poetry at one point. Blame it on being flooded with angsty teen poetry, or more importantly, the intentions behind that poetry. But by trying to write some at the poetry workshop we had recently, I began to understand how hard it is to say what you want in, well, three sentences.
Okay. Back to the board.