24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
more cramping
more discharge
more eggwhitey
suddenly
and
than before
more bleeding
more living up in my shoulders and less in my core
more living up in my head and less in
me
less me
more fluid
more swabs
more charting
more medical
more stress
more anxiety
more sadness
more alarms
more frantic
more bodies
more warmth
despite the cold
more light
no light
more pain
more pain
more pain
less baby
no baby.
more pain
10+10-8
The conversation was going great.
They agreed on some things,
but would heatedly debate
the occasions on which
+ they’d find opinions they couldn’t relate.
But, he loved her passion,
she loved his knack for facts.
+ Opposites attract
+ so well, in fact
that they were quite certain
they were soul mates.
She was very punctual,
He was rarely on time,
+ he was frequently late,
+ and while it annoyed her
+ when she had to wait,
+ he’d greet her with a rose.
+ She was poised, and spoke in prose
+ He spoke with rhythm and rhyme.
+ He’d make her quite happy, if given the time.
Daddy speaks in many different tones,
At the time of birth until you are grown;
He uses these voices as a guide,
To set rules, which his children must abide.
First, is the voice of authority,
It shows his towering seniority;
Daddy may sometimes deny a request,
Kids feel saying no is what he does best.
Second, comes a timeless expression,
One that will not bring about depression;
Happiness is among Daddy’s favorite traits,
An “I Love You” makes a smile easy to create.
Next is a man who looks cross,
He only shows kids who’s boss;
Although, Daddy’s upset when youv’e done wrong,
His firm but gentle hand makes children strong.
Finally, Daddy shows an assertion of reason,
It’s a voice reserved for every season;
Weather it be winter, summer, fall, or spring,
I always cherish the joy that Daddy brings.
There’s this feeling of Awe
When you’re in the City
With Towers to humble
Even the mightiest of all —
Saw the sky scrapped
With pillars of steel
And glass, reflecting the clouds
They level —
Making you feel as
Little more than an ant
In a world so much grander
Than you care to remember.
But even more profound
Is how you feel
When you stand
Atop these mountains
And look down at another view
Over which you preside
Yet still…
Makes you feel just as small.
Water, clear with tears.
Trees stand firmly, mourning the
stillness of small ones.
I found a road
Long and dark
With me was a heavy load
Lighting my way, not a spark
Onward I went
No turning back
Though it may be bent
I must follow track
Wanting to return
Somewhere far away
Forward I continued
Down the one way road
Dear Wristlav,
go with it,
It seems that I’ve been given up to temptation,
led into the slaughterhouse, making of a king’s crown,
bleed out, ripple out like a stone sunk into our bitter lake of memory,
painting images, mirrored like your father, but so much more majesty,
encased in demonic agency, you whisper, “Oh I am not like you…” as you shed your skin to reveal his bone.
I recognized you at once,
cigarettes empty in your lungs, waterfall run down into your smoke-pit valley,
someone did the most, and the ghosts cling to our fragility, echoing all we swore to hide.
It goes away, these guilty wants and needs, subside, recede into our kingdom,
Don’t you get, don’t you get that you’re the last of it?
The final one, how could I ever swallow all of you,
All of your burdening dreams and power, I could never build from it the way I need.
I miss you as distance sinks its teeth into our thin frames, and sucks us dry,
just like those lovers that beam in your eyes for two seconds and go out like a dirty flame.
I can say the world is on your shoulders, and I can feel it on me, your weight,
and the thin frame of us,
do not lose it in a lost cause, we found home once more.
You call to me, O Sky
I shall come running by
Sprout wings and fly
Land into the clouds, O Sky.
Chocolate will be the death of me
Dark and decadent, full of magic and mystery
Tempting and teasing me with sugar and spice
See how it coats and cradles tiny tasty bits of fruits and toasted roasted nuts?
So evil and addictive, a dark and decadent treasure full of magic and mystery
There is no escape and resistance is futile; calories irrelevant
You cannot deny the power, as it coats and cradles tiny tasty bits of fruits and toasted roasted nuts
I am not brave enough to walk away
One bite and your palate is pleased, so really, resistance is futile, calories irrelevant
Chocolate will be the death of me
I cannot deny the power and I am not brave enough to walk away
From sugar and spice