24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
We are but
faces in a crowd
living life to
speak out loud.
From day to day
We find our voice
Growing stronger after each
and every choice.
We are but
faces in a crowd
living life to
speak out loud.
To be heard and
Then be seen.
Till then,
we are but
faces in a crowd.
(Haiku 2015 @ 6:15 p.m.)
“Part of the job of being human is to consistently underestimate our effect on other people…” ~Lucy Grealy~
the strangers decided to meet on a hot and dry day
he arrived first and was standing there looking over the blue ocean waves
she had not arrived and was late
and he was filled with frustration
thinking about life and his fears
she arrived and they decided to go to the cafe on that late day
they were perfect strangers,
and felt like they were the only people in the universe
she reassured him that her lateness was not because she felt confused
she was quite clear
and quite tired of her life of solitude
her empty life
which only made her feel out of control
and tired of perpetuating a falsehood
after a few hours they embraced
tasted the salt on each others lips
and her smell reminded him of ripe and sweet black berries
they sat there smelling the rain
on that elevated cliff
where that café was situated
watching the sails on the ships fly
By: KMH 2015
blue ocean, universe, black berries, salt, fingers, ocean waves, life, solitude, magnified, empty, reassured, life, falsehood, frustration, newness, late day, embrace, situated, thunder, rain, cliff, elevated, confused, fear, confusion, lifting, flying, floating, dry, heat, confused, up ahead, out of control
emerged from the void to face the sun
scrunched into a wail of pain at its first breath
faced whales in the ocean, cougars in the woods
faced bully’s and lovers
faced a life of goals unfulfilled
for now
She appeared twice
Once to a young girl
The other to an even younger boy
Lots of gossip are running around
The Angel of Lavender
Nobody believes these two kids
Today she’s coming for you
You don’t believe your eyes
She’s well talking to you
And your life changes forever
As she is always by your side
After this night of the Miracle
Angel of Lavender
Is born in your heart
Stayed and waited there
For so many years just waiting
The moment you heart would open
To this encounter of pure grace
When you meet the
Angel of Lavender
Lightness in your heart forever
When you look at her…
LOOK AT HER!
Don’t just look at the ways
Her lips
Pucker up
Every time she crawls in
To give you a kiss
LOOK AT HER!
Don’t just look at how
The grey strands
Of hair
Have begun to
Trace the edges of her face
LOOK AT HER!
Don’t just look
To see
If the color of her eyes
Have changed over time
LOOK AT HER!
When you look at her
All you notice
Is…
She has aged
A young girl
Whose supple
Glowing skin
Has become
Cracked and dry
Like a desert with
No rain
LOOK AT HER!
Look at her to see how
All her beauty
Lies
Further than what’s
On the surface
Even in the wrinkles
You can see
All the knowledge and wisdom
She’s gained
Her smile
Has become
Like a sweet cherry pie
Her eyes are much
Gentler now
For they’ve
Witnessed too much
Through the years
When you look at her
LOOK AT HER!
Look at her like its the last day
The last day
You’ll ever see
What love looks like
When it’s staring
Right back
‘Atcha!
-Angelica Villarruel
Five minutes, that’s all it took.
He was ill, hungry and tired.
Ok.The diarrhoea was a no no.
What’s a mangy fox to do
When faced with a cat’s flap
Into brightness,
But enter that forbidden world?
To dance, disturbingly,
Past pots and pans,
To drink from pools of soup,
And gnaw on bones of lamb.
To storm for one blest night
The gates of paradise.
Lain in barren soil,
The curious seed opens
To life – come what may.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt fresh faced.
I’m constantly caked in this thick make up.
People used to be able to see me.
My freckles.
My light pale pink cheeks.
My shiny nose.
My feathery eye lashes.
I used to have eyebrows, now I get graffiti’d with a black marker.
How I miss myself.
I died when I had to ‘look’ pretty.
My story is short, but so was my joy.