24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
We need shelter, food, and hope from above.
We need desire, motivation, an encouraging shove.
We need to own our flaws, take off the kid gloves.
We need beauty and joy we can’t get enough of.
We need empathy, sympathy, kindness, and love.
Anatomy is
a peculiar thing.
We don’t get
to choose it
and yet end up
being judged for it.
Too short, too tall,
too asymmetrical, too disproportional,
too feminine, too masculine.
Too human?
I was born not-too-tall,
with little feet and tiny toes,
but not-too-short fingers.
Blue eyes (from my mother),
that I wished were
my father’s green instead.
I am all natural, organic,
indeed, as far as
intervention goes.
Without extensions, optical
or technical
or acrylic.
Except my hair’s
infernal colour
applied externally
once a month.
Face?
Turn the card face up.
a deck of cards have three faces: jacks, queens, and kings.
Turn toward someone or something.
A way of showing your inner outer self.
The backside, the spine, causes no reaction
unless in silhouette.
Our faces provide conversation through the differences
like: every Jack, queen, and king rummages from clubs, spades, diamonds, and hearts.
Sometimes there is a one eyed jack.
Embrace differences face on.
Allow the faces turned outward to let out their story.
every one has a backbone that helps guide the story but it remains just a foundation for these faces of ours to come alive.
Vanity hung, to glitter silver,
the young eyes watch, musing.
Already I see the age, the pull
of taut skin going slack,
the dull shine of eyes blue,
white leaching dark color from me
and spotting elsewhere, slowly,
bones pitted and mottled, stained
with each passing decade, the
fresh peach youth already dimming,
tipping so slight towards the end.
All my life
I have been the new kid
The one searching desperately
For a niche
The girl
Who went into a classroom
Of “friends for years”
Knowing no one
The soul
Wanting only acceptance
The ease to be herself
Without judgment
Only acting
As she pleased without thought
Being comfortable when everyone laughed
Instead of questioning why
To live
And breathe and smile
Living in the moment
Being the best she could be
Without trying to play the role
Of someone on stage
Vying for attention
Wishing for someone to want to know her name
When yesterday repeats itself today
When life is full circled
Not that it will all make sense
Or that hindsight is 20/20
Rather when blah and gloom takeover
And loss of ‘will to do’ sets in
What vibrant livelihood once enveloped your persona
Left in the dust of times past
Kust merely here
Thoughts elsewhere
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Boredom is consistently
Constant
Ciel shimmies up that silky blue like a monkey
wrapping and weaving it around herself when she reaches the top
a pause
that’s my heart up there
I hold my breath
SNAP
she launches herself into a drop
tumbling over – once, twice, three, times
jolting to a stop, grin breaking across her face
some say you must be crazy to let her do that
I say look at her – so lithe, so joyful up there
she says needs her daily dose of upside down
I’d be crazy to say no to that!
Glistening droplets,
rivers running in the streets,
dark clouds overhead.
double yellow ribbons unfurl before me
disappearing round the next bend
so many hours in the driver’s seat
shuttling lovelies to dance
some days I’m spread thin, tearing at the edges,
grumpy and desperate to be home
some days it’s quiet, they read or nap,
and words and images tumble out of the sky into my mind
some days, yes some days
secrets are revealed
fears and worries poke out
hopes and dreams slowly unfurl
these are the days I remember that no time is wasted
these moments are precious and
I will be lonely for them when they’re gone
my stomach is full of it, bread I use to think, until I looked deeper, it was hard to get there, through all the fat, yes I said it fat… I hide it well, sucking in and trying my hardest to appear thin, I’m not fat, that’s what they all tell me, but the weight in my mind causes wait on the sign, when I hold it high, with here I am alive and well, all that I am and nothing more or less, ha you can’t compare to me, I’m less insecurities and inches down on hate…