24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Part XVII
In another dream,
blood soaked rags are holding
my brain inside my head
and my own gravy is running down my elbows,
pouring onto a dusty ground
that bounces up when the moisture hits;
No doctor can suture the damage done by
life and it’s brutality;
for a few moments,
the music that used to beat me up,
returns – and I am so weak and again…
alone.
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 Midnight
I hate the compete, I hate it as much as I hate her, I don’t hate her though, I hate what I allowed her to do to my emotions, was I weak, or honestly hurt, what happens to us when we are hurt, it’s like everything we were ever taught makes no sense, or keeps no memory, she hurt me, I want to yell it at the top of my lungs, this pen can’t do that, maybe that’s why I put it down during those years, there was nothing it could leak to the degree of how I felt, I just kept screaming, all along my ink was left out…
Man’s best friend caught me by surprise like a child before his time. Can’t be replace or recreated black and white with a personality of his own I miss him everyday never thought he’d mean so much until he went away.
“Grumpy”
Grumpy man, go away
Grump, grump,
Shush now you are spoiling the mood.
Grump, grump,
Your negative attitude does not become you.
It is quite bothersome to say the least.
Yet, you will not win this time!
Oh do please be quiet,
So I can think and write,
No wonder I accomplish so little,
Grump, grump
Just go away and leave me to my words,
Why yes my dear I am well aware it is one o’clock in the morning!
Go to bed,
Leave me where I am happy,
This is where I am free to be me.
Take your grumpiness and go out of my zone,
Before I throttle you with a single utterance,
I did not stutter take your grumpy self and begone.
For your seventeenth prompt I want you to write a poem about solitude. It could be a poem about solitude under normal circumstances or it could be a poem about extreme solitude, for example being a hermit, or the last person on a life boat.
Childhood dreams drifting
Disappearing out of sight
Gone forevermore
To others, it only housed the tourist information booth in NYC
but to me, it was the building that housed my dreams.
If you ever want to be in a Broadway show, first you have to audition.
And get picked.
Soooooooooooooooo
Nearly every day I’d go to audition and wait on the lobby floor.
A never-ending, exhausting process.
I got to know the security guards and other actors.
They talked of doing renovation
And we all wondered if it would really happen.
There’s a lot of “talk” that never happens.
Buuuuuut
This past July, we had a cool “sky lobby” on the 4th floor
where we can patiently wait until the Equity office officially opens at 8.00.
Like in life, the sooner you get there, the sooner you get an appointment and can head home.
I feel like we’re on a movie set.
I wonder how many tourists have never been there
nor do they wonder about our lives. All us working actors you can’t name.
To be fair…
Do we think of them?
More feelings flutter to the surface.
Regardless of structure or design, buildings can sure house a lot of emotions.
Say it whenever you can
Tell someone who listen
See everything when you can
Observe what appeals the most
Travel to the far land
Wander to find the unknown
Walk while going to work
Run to catch your dream
Do what makes you happy
But create what makes others smile…