Dope Penmanship

I want to throw you off the world
or push you in the morning
watch you as you’re falling
it would thrill me.

I believe, if I’m correct in my knowledge of myself, this was the first poem I ever wrote. It wasn’t even raining that day…it’s corny

chasing raindrops
falling lightly to the ground
dreams of holding a handful of clouds
water trickling down her soul
raindrops descending through the sky so slow
across the horizon, close enough to make
chasing raindrops so distant
yet close enough to taste
on the tip of her tongue
seeking raindrops
from the mountains to the floors
chasing dreams evermore
too far away to catch raindrops
falling gently toward the ground
clutching a handful of clouds