24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Eyes open slowly, adjust in the dark.
Pressure.
Shallow breaths, shallow breaths.
Lips purse, I scream.
Sweat pools around the nape of my neck, dripping down my back.
The air is thick inside.
Sunglasses secured into place, it’s bright outside.
Sunny.
Cool air pours in through my window, I take a deep breath.
A scream rings out from my trunk, I turn the music up louder.
A police car drives past, I nod, my hands sweaty.
It’s a beautiful day out.
After reading the book I placed it on my side
All at once I drifted to Neverland I stride
Then Katniss Everdeen came calling loud and clear
So I jumped towards her fastly out of fear
We were armed we were ready anytime they show up
We will not allow them to finish us up
We will win in this game we will win in this battle
And our townmates could eat everyone will settle
But husband woke me up for I was making some noise
It’s as if I was shouting and fighting lots of boys
I got mad all at once why he did wake me up
We were in a battle I can’t leave Katniss up
Furious I’m so mad I will return to the field
I will Help Katniss out and we will be revealed
But that scene was so done I cannot go back in
I’s not true that I was with Katniss Everdeen.
Those who judge us are merely those who see what we show them.
They simply point is out as the black sheep,
Because we don’t follow their rules.
We are the ones creating this world,
While they simply live in it.
Watch them as they parish…
C. Burgess (c)
Frightened fairy in an ancient oak tree
Sprinkling plastic glitter, don’t you mock me
No longer prey to your insidious gloom
Hereby shall I enforce your doom
Determined at this late hour
At last I have found my true power
No longer will you swagger and strut
For I am fearless as any lone nut
Who stands tall far from your scorn
I am both lone fairy and acorn
My head is pounding with ideas fighting to be heard.
I’m straining to listen.
There’s so many.
I can’t concentrate.
It seems overwhelming.
So I put my pen to paper and sigh a breathe of relief,
As the thoughts I couldn’t hear
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out of me.
I look down to see, staring up at me
The words I was trying to say.
I know, I know. People say, ”Allergies are a first world problem.” ”Get over it.” As a child, I never complained About scratchy eyes and throat. My little kitten was too precious to be told that she was the cause. My whole life has been a cycle of wheezing, sniffles, and eyes swollen, with translucent streams of tears and matted eyelashes. Cats, then dust, then pollen. Cats, then dust, then pollen. My chest wheezes and moans. I shower, then sit, then avoid. My eyes, swollen and tired. Always tired, bloodshot and bruised. Watery and teary-eyed. Determined to stay happy. For if I cry, I cannot breathe; I cannot see. My chest wheezes and moans. I shower, then sit, then avoid. Once, my gritty, watery, snotty eyes itched so much, were so painful. That is to say, hurt. I washed them with running water. It did not help. I rubbed them until My lids swelled shut, Puffy and tender to the touch. It did not help. I felt that if I could just scratch The underside of my eyelid, That would have to help. It did not help. So, I thought about people who wear contacts And say, “I’ve something in my eye.” With finger and thumb, I pulled my eyelids apart As far as they could go. Painful and sore as they were. With my other hand, I was meticulous, really. I pinched a corner of white, Carefully peeling it off my eye. The iris came off with it, Leaving only the pupil And bloody, eye flesh. Relief at last.
Close
Dimly lit
Total darkness
Can get out of it
Still in the vagueness of things
Moving away from thoughts
Lingering on my mind
Hang on you can do it
Embracing it
Just suffocating on it
Still a small space to be in
Taking the pace
Trying to get out
Still a thought mere thought
No just a thought
Feeling enclosed
So enclosed
Just a thought
A thought
Prompt # 7 Hour # 06
2:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019
They smiled with new hopes
Without burdens on their backs
The books told them stories
Not theories with only facts
They were free to run on the playground
To paint the town colorful
They were free to believe
Free to dream
Free to change the world
or just make one of their own
There were no boundaries
Only areas to explore
Debates to discuss
Views to agree or disagree
There were friends to be made
Teachers to guide
And then my eyes opened
Outside my window
was an old building
filled with children
crying for help…
sometimes it feels like i live in a memory
feels like i’ve done this before
hurt like this, loved like this, laughed like this
it’s like deja vu
but somehow it’s still new
somehow i still don’t know what to do
I sat on an old wishing chair
A whining, rickety one at that
I said, “To Paris, away with flair
But it stood there looking like a doormat
” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care”
“I must see Notre Dame and the city of art”
But the chair shook me off, I almost fell by my hair
Then I threatened to pull it piece by piece apart
” No, you won’t”, it said, “you see I have no pair”
“Get off, I prefer kids, not adults so fat”
I screamed and tore at my thick black hair
Jumping and snarling like an angry cat
I woke up sweating on my bed soft and dear
The old wishing chair faded like ghosts of past