Shells
Even a sense of rest
Seems terrifying
Everything all the time is too
Much
And I end up on
Eggshells
Lost Paradise
the sun the stars
the mountains the beasts
the sea the souls
the babies the bodies
For skies’ crime
For fires’ lines
The dawn never comes back
The vow never changes
With no doubt
I was born to die
in cruelty
New Year’s Eve (Prompt 10, 6PM)
New Year’s Eve gives us time to reflect,
on past and future days.
We can choose to challenge ourselves,
to find out better ways.
To celebrate the good memories,
to flush the bad memories away,
to hold resolve to improve ourselves,
in the up and coming days.
The countdown to the New Year,
people pop corks and cheer.
Kissing loved ones, hugging friends,
wishing the best for all who are here.
An English Teacher Talks about Rules
It is good to obey all the rules when you’re young, so you’ll have the strength to break them when you’re old.
–Mark Twain
Why wait until you’re old?
You kids know a bad rule
when you confront it.
Now, don’t break rules
just for the sake of breaking them;
have a damned good reason.
If a rule is bad,
it needs to be broken.
That takes strength,
and courage,
no matter your age.
Regarding writing rules,
you need to know them
before you break them.
Don’t break writing rules
because you don’t know any better,
break them to make your writing better.
Hope.
No rational correlation, no intent on the part
of the Post Office that recently issued Forever
Stamps celebrating the sun.
About that Forever part, I mean. We can hope.
Coronal loops, plasma blasts:
Stunning shades of gold and copper. Fire,
after all. The deep marble blue
of the solar flare, tranquil and torrid.
We still celebrate celestial bodies as if
Earth is the center of the universe
and all of it is just there for show.
Work
My only day
To work is midnights, and on Saturdays.
6:00 PM.
During rush hours,
And in a Shushi Restaurant.
When only Celebrities.
Come on in to order.
Their meals.
Hour 5
Sometimes the poems come so now I’m one closer to catching up. Just four more!
Captured
It was hidden
In a floorboard of course
Where all our secrets get put
At least in movies
I opened it
I was transfixed
These moments snapped
These lines gouged into my heart
I never lived them
But I felt everyone
Hour 10: Mirror
She talks to me as
I stand in front of her,
smiles from her heart
and adores my eyes.
She connects with
my emotions always
and inspires my
dreams to come true.
She dwells within
me – my reflection.
Hour 2 – “The Witness”
I was born to walk this earth,
and bear witness to its humble treasures.
The rhythm of my boots in-sync,
one of Life’s intrinsic pleasures.
Through Field, and Stream: Asphalt and Gutter
I was made to find new paths,
To find as much beauty as I can:
both in Creation *AND* Violent Aftermaths.