24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
He traveled from frame to frame as the pictures on the wall crumpled while he walked inside them.
A child watched as the pictures were altered by the smallest curiousity he could not even see.
Human eyes were not fit to see the abilities such as these but they were capable of seeing what were changed because of them.
“I know that as long as I live, nothing can justify me…”–Wislawa Szymborska
‘i lift myself in afternoon air,
slow down and think about the wrongs,
when I am trapped and caught in bones and sold, and no one demanded anything else of me.
I could be the highest bidder,
seen gold scatter and purchased, all the riches between the teeth,
clenched my life and grew some more.
I would be justified in all my wrong-doings, justified in the chaos,
that split itself in my chest, where the heart used to be,
a swarming ensued, wasps in the mind, clung and stung all the logic out of me.
I whisper to the judge, cut and fuss about simple things,
I also see you execute every faint, weak dream,
if I could be so justified in all my actions and ask no questions and receive no answers,
for the loose ends, untied and unwind me in the stale afternoon air,
I am undone, and this was the cause, the last of it.
THE LIST
What I need to write about:
my depression
addiction to popcorn
failed friendships galore
how Jesus is changing my life
What I’ll end up writing about:
dead sunsets
empty pizza boxes
thistles mating with thorns
other unexplained metaphors
I stand upon the precipice of knowledge,
knowing the world revolves around nothingness.
Red, yellow, black, and white learned this lesson once,
before man discovered himself as different.
Knowing the world revolves around nothingness,
I prayed to my scarred ancient ancestor,
before man discovered himself as different,
and, he blessed my sword and shield as one.
i prayed to my scarred ancient ancestor,
“How may i survive such a world?”
And, he blessed my sword and shield as one.
His reply was a touch, and said, “Be true chowilawu.”
“How may I survive such a world?
I stand upon the precipice of knowledge.”
His reply was a touch, and said, “Be true chowilawu.
Red, yellow, black, and white learned this lesson once.”
Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning
Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction
In order to appease the voice of my affliction
Then Death courted me into bed
Disguised as solace, relief
Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard
Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to ignore
Lurking in dark corners of subconscious
He reminds me that we are star crossed lovers,
And meant to be
The bird just flew to where the fairies dance
A dance of merriment and a dance from the heart
She saw some few who sang in glee
Together nonstop the morning came so free
A dance of merriment a dance from the heart
Can charm every creature and come be a part
Together nonstop the morning came so free
And the creatures up there laugh out happily
Can charm every creature and come to be a part
And the creatures up there laugh out happily
And the creatures up there laugh out happily
And little bird just his never-ending story.
In April, during the time of tulips,
we revisit the scarlet pimpernel,
princess Irene, the red emperor,
and the queen of the night.
Seeking relief from the aristocratic tulips,
we find solace with the dreaming maid,
Aladdin, Abigail,
and the elegant negrita.
Once, we babysat Ms. Negrita,
the typhoid Mary of lovebirds.
Our parakeet went wild with complicated acrobatics
to impress her. All she would give him
was a deadly infection.
O. De to The Last Leaf
Through my window spy the tree
Downstairs I hear my family
The trunk is withered much like me
With brittle branches and no green
But downstairs I hear my family’s cheer
My window-tree now whispers clear,
with brittle branches, calm with fear,
“Come with me when I leave, my dear”
My window-tree now whispers close,
shortly after I lie in repose,
“Come with me, and shed the woes
the downstairs family bestows.”
Where am I supposed to be at 35?
It seems like I missed the boat.
All of my friends have children-
But really, I don’t have many friends.
I think I missed that boat.
I feel like I’m the only one.
Is that why I don’t have many friends?
It’s not that I don’t like kids.
I’d like to feel less alone,
But women ask too many questions.
I’m actually really great with kids,
But sometimes things just don’t happen.
The women I know get too personal;
I’m fine with opening up after a time.
Just because things didn’t happen,
Doesn’t mean I’m less of a woman.
I’ve always been an open person,
And the friends that I’ve kept near-
They don’t think I’m less of a woman;
I guess they also tend to be my kind.
Function FindLove (Byval GoodMan as Characters, FunnyMan as Characters)
Dim Ex as Absent, Ex2 as Dysfunctional, Ex3 as Snake
Set Ex = Still Unforgiven
Do Until Ex = Forgiven
Remember
He’s a jerk
Move on
Loop
Set Ex2 = Duplicitous
For each Ex2 in GoodMan
Kiss and say goodbye
Next Ex2
Set Ex3 = Dangerous
With Funnyman(Ex3)
Do Nothing
End With
Select Case GoodMan + FunnyMan
Case Married = True
Do until Married = False
“No, thank you.”
Loop
Case Lives With Her = True
Go to Case Married = True
Case Single and Attractive = True
Do until Committed = True
“Let’s take our time with this.”
Loop
If Long Distance Romance = True then
Check Marital Status
End if
Case Unemployed = True
Be patient
Stay friends
Listen
No, seriously, listen carefully
If Long Distance Romance = True Then
Check Marital Status
End If
Case Long Distance Romance = True
Go to Case Unemployed = True
Case Imaginary = True
Go out more often.
End Select
End Function