24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Pragmatic practices apparently doesn’t work well here,
Opportunities await through imagination and creativity,
Endless possibilities,
Trusting your writing utensils to carry you to depths unknown,
Remedies for the heart and mind,
Yes this is it, until I comprise another piece
When last did I see a firefly?
When I was a child,
I remember a preponderance
of their flickering every summer.
Maybe because
I’m long past bartering
with my mother to stay outside
in the backyard,
I no longer have the vantage from which to succumb
to their blinking presence.
A Poem Puzzle
Our Words
little seem dance our
whispers to across air
lonely try hide empty
we and words thoughts
but catch fling precious
don’t don’t our little
sounds stay linger lost
say and but they
are you me until
reclaimed lost only then
(Little whispers seem to dance across our air.
Lonely whispers try to hide across empty air.
Lonely, we try and hide words, empty thoughts.
But we catch and fling words, precious thoughts
but don’t catch, don’t fling. Our precious little
sounds say stay and linger. But lost they
are. Say, you and me. But until they
are reclaimed, you lost me. Only until then.)
I’m me, and that’s who I’m meant to be ,
Unique as a snowflake, as each one can see,
My quirks and flaws, make me who I am ,
I’m proud of myself, and I know that I can.
I’m not a carbon copy , not a facsimile,
I’m masterpiece that’s truly one of kind ,
I don’t follow the crowd , I walk my own path,
Hustling and grinding, like math to the blackboard.
society may judge me,but I won’t be crushed,
it won’t dull my sparkle , nor dim my shine I’ll embrace my differences, and rise above,
and show them , what I’m truely made up.
So I’m me , that’s just fine for I know in myself true happiness I’ll find,
I’ll break barriers and exceed expectations,
with strength , resilience, and bold affirmations.
High of 92 degrees
Low of 54
High likelihood of ending
In a puddle on the floor
Hot and high humidity
At 89 percent
Near certainty of winding up
In existential dread
Expect an inch of snow today
‘Cause fuck you, it’s my forecast
To be riddled with anxiety
About things in the past
To spend the whole day writhing
In every sort of pain
Sunrise 6:19 am
Cloudy, chance of rain
(or, The Menagerie pt. 4)
Cast of Players
Nugget, head and patriarch of the Frat Tank, an all-business no-goofin’ mobster father of Whisker Town
Coco, a lone-hamster who prefers her space and will fight to keep it– even against her own blood
their children:
Blade, favorite son of the Frat Tank, maker of trouble and picker of fights
Butter, the sweet-talking timid son with a torn ear as per result of an altercation at a young age
Pip, the rapscallion black horse (hamster?) of the Frat Tank known for his artistry in escapism, theatrics, and mimicry
Peppa, keen first-born daughter of the Hammyhold, takes strongly after her mother but doted upon her younger sister
Peony, friendly but timid after the abuses of her mother; relies heavily upon Peppa for security
Baby, shipped off and away to finishing school with a foreign family to presume a new identity
[Rocky,] the aspiring son renouned for his daring, found dead in his youth after having ventured beyond Hammyhold
[Bug,] Rocky’s closest companion and adventurer, found dead beside his brother in the venture beyond Hammyhold
(Hour 17)
She’s had her school bag but her future is belated
I felt shocked and disorganized.
“Murdered by her Preceptor”
It sounded like a reckoning in my ear
North, south, west, east, there and here.
I couldn’t shut my eyes
to this head-scratching
I sat quietly, musing on my muse
Reference my mood of instabilities.
It seems my head was below my legs
As shadow lurks around the eggs.
This is the intersection between battle and harmony
This is the peak point of hell in our entity
Why does their last word go with a sword?
If I have known the danger behind a smile,
I would have cried more before I smiled.
Nothing befits a life of selfishness,
Not even good health and happiness.
shoulda done read more books
every blink is a change-
attention shift
attention drift
like living in a casino, except there’s no money
anywhere
tapp an app
The beautiful flower of despair
Blooms on the edge of the cliff
The cold one with no shelter
Merciless winds beating throughout the year
There you can reach by losing all your warmth
And feeling cold to the bones, hollow inside out
And once there, you just need to lean
A little forward and see
Flowers of red, flowers of dead
And if you lose and fall,
Another flower will bloom right there
The beautiful flower of despair
Blooming on the edge of the cliff…
Life Passes Quickly
Life passes so quickly
So try not to blink
For as sure as you do
Time shall fly in a wink
One moment, a baby
A newborn of need
Then blink, now a graduate
Ready to succeed
Life passes so quickly
Where do the years go
Each year they fall faster
Than December snow
One moment, it’s Christmas
Blink – Fourth of July
It slips to the future
So do not ask why
Life passes so quickly
Our time a mere flash
A mere fleeting hour
We forge a mad dash
A rush to the finish
An impact where we will
For if one thing is certain
Time will never stand still