24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Waiting for that message
to come through
is like watching paint dry
you look for a sign
that it’s coming
but all you end up doing is
scrolling
and scrolling
let’s see what is on my
Facebook timeline
no, wait!
Let me check my
Tick tock (Tik Tok)
time passes
until
*ding*
it comes…
Early morning wake ups
are part of the norm,
dragging myself out of the bed
takes on many different forms.
I make my way to my room
to prepare for my day,
wondering what’s in store for me
and what my students will say.
Ms. Jones, I’m tired I didn’t get much sleep
I was up on my game all night,
I can’t do very much work today
I promise I won’t play fight.
My dog ate my homework, so I don’t have it today
I promise that this is true,
just give me more time I’ll have it done
I’ll turn the next one in when it’s due.
Yeah right, you’ve said all this before
I don’t know why you waste my time,
it has gotten old and funny too
that’s why I can write this rhyme.
A place to hang up
all of my fears
neatly tucked away
only visible when I open the door
Sometimes it is better
not to disturb the perfectly
folded garments of pain
it can leave you exposed
The lead digs into
the paper, magnificent
words are then made there
Love is
patient
forever changing
ever present
a lesson
hopeful
appealing
giving
wanting…
Love is
all of these things
and more
sometimes we forget
because love can be
painful
lonely
angry
stagnant
impatient
dull
triggering
and hopeless…
so I ask,
what is love?
Making our way to
each other through
thick
and thin is hard work
made for someone who can quickly
overcome
remaking ourselves
proves to be
hard, but not impossible
opening up
seems to be the only way
it will work for our
souls to become one
The possibilities are endless
as I look out at the specks
of light
stars
light years away
but clear as the day
of night…
this is why my dreams
are possible
My heart was broken
when my trust
was taken advantage of
and torn to shreds
When I think about how
my heart was broken
it makes me sad that
it even happened
How do i make sure
time moves on from when
my heart was broken
it’s not east to do
Time heals all wounds
life follows a course and
suddenly I forget that
my heart was broken
A strange abyss of nothingness
that grabs your soul,
it scares you
makes you go out of your mind
you don’t know what is there
waiting
watching
wanting to take what you have left
as you look at that
strange abyss of nothingness.
A stillness fills the air as I enter the room
a room full of memories no more,
thinking of those times make my heart skip a beat
realizing they will eventually soar.
To a place up above to become a distant memory
so that new ones can take its place,
that’s the circle of life that can’t be stopped
it happens with so much haste.
Our time has come to an end, we must move on
it’s the way things have to be,
new things have a right to make themselves know
new memories will come, you will see.