I finally dug out all my old poems from Google Docs. I was planning on publishing this as a poetry book but I think it’s better to share some curated “best ones” here. Enjoy!
Tired
by R. Carnie Littlefield
Date: March 17th, 2025
Faded jeans and faded dreams, as I sit bleakly scrolling my coffin phone. Sipping coffee "for the benefits" instead of trusting my brain alone. I wish there was an ancestral home, but instead, we fight on our own. Left, right, up, down. It makes no difference now. Life ain't got a cheat code. At least not one I can download. I wish there was a reset option, but they call it "adoption". A million-dollar promise broken on each penny made. Life made me Doubting Thomas, but I hold the spade.
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Love,
R. Carnie Littlefield
Littlefield Log
March 17th, 2025
