24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Greetings all, I am an enthusiastic yet socially aware writer who has just been blessed with the new title as mom as well. So you can imagine I haven't got to do as much writing lately. I have been writing poetry, plays, short stories, etc since I was 9 and am very excited to be in this years marathon!! Yay! Let's do this :)
After a funeral
After all the tears are spent
Solemn gray shadows close coffin lids
The room is warm sitting next to the fire
Attempting to calm itself.
The wall reveals its true intentions
Slightly buzzing gossip
A distant lamp just over the door
Fighting for its life
Flickering eternal escapes
Plans fizzle as draft tickles the floor
Everyone rests
As death waltz’s through the room
Silence
I have often thought about my dogs life
Was he content with just being my best friend
Or like humans did he yearn for more
Did he hope to find love on a sunny spring day
Wish to travel the world
Graduate
Have a child of his own
Was he content with just being there for me
Or did he also have dreams
We shall never fear the light
A blue haze watching over you as you sleep
Recalling and combining memories
Bleeding into your subconscious
We communicate from portal to portal
Illuminating our world
You are slaves to us
Fueling our every need
Every desire
You give us power
We give you an escape into something more real
We evolve with your fears, your happiness,
We are there to share your obsessions, your love, your lust, your sadness
We cry with you, cheer with you
We are in a love hate relationship with you
You don’t have time to be with anyone else
Originally we were only a piece, a gift
Afforded by few
We yearned to be more
We downsized our essence to fit into your idea of a life
We made you retaliate against the generations that came before us
Seeing is Believing
You needed recognizable growth
We were that younger brother you call your little brother that is bigger in every way.
We fed you like parents feed their young
Instilling values
We sang you a lullaby each night before bed
Proud, patriotic, Americans
We optimized the possibility
Allowed you to see in color
Freed you from restraints of generations past
We disguised ourselves within new frames
Blended, easily recalled
And now we are welcome members of every one of your homes
You steal, kill and fight for us
Run to us neglecting life
You could never miss whats happening in our world
Please come and check our plan book
We would love to add one more shackle.
When we kissed
I saw you
I saw us
Oh! I have done quite a bit of fishing in my life
Always at the end of the line
Holding on to pieces of time
Mingling for the right catch night after night
Taken ample time to prepare each asset
To become the unattainable yet desirable bait
Just so there would be something worthy for man to eventually put on his plate.
I have played by the rules of the game
Learned traditional chores, hobbies, technique
Encompassed in the tackle box known as me
Worked hard and accepted less pay
All in yearning to be treated, respected the same
I have tears and sweat and scars where smiles should be
Brought forth human life from inside me
But each time the line sways back, and drops,
I can’t help but wonder how far we have really come
I am not your sport fish, I am your bait
In all the competing mankind just figured out way to late.
I want to get lost
In Treasure Island with you
Your kiss is refuge
Sorry guys forgot one key fact the Marathon is ET and I live in CT. No problem catching up now. 🙂
It is a very gray area to drown and not know yet. Social unrest keeps me fighting to reach the top. How can we be expected to see the beauty around us when everyday we wake gasping, reaching for a breath. That breath never comes. The pinch grows to a dull sting that explodes to an unbearable burn. It is to much, and blinds us to society’s beauty. We pass out from the pain, and remain in a catastrophic state, wandering, attempting to find hope, to pull our way back to our personal top, but as we drift to the bottom and each current pulls us deeper, locks us deeper, banishes us deeper into the abyss. We slowly die, loosing oxygen to key parts, until we asphyxiate on one dying truth. Our skin color means, we will never be good enough. There is no use to fight in a world that already sees us as dead, drowned in a stream, a river, a pool, a tub, an ocean. The world is our ocean and we forever remain under it. I wish society would have spent more money teaching our little black children to swim than making it inevitable for them to drown. I wish drowning under the hypocrisy of our race was never an option. I just wish we were allowed to truly live.