24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The way you smile
and your eyes sparkle
and all these shades of red,
of this nameless red tree
that reflect off of you.
I realize,
you were the missing piece
of the art that I make,
the shade of color,
I can never get right,
and I will never.
Its better to part
when the sky is still blue,
the stars will never let us.
A tree that bend from a hill,
Often cast a spell to kill.
Its chant whispers through the wind,
And slowly sips, and sips your blood.
It stoles whatever love you hold,
You will do things as it was told.
In a summer heat, underneath
Blood dripping from its leaves.
It is your own, but you can’t smell,
You’re still under its spell.
So, I warn you now to run down hill,
Run for your life, kid. Run to feel.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour03, Image Prompt03
KINDERHOOK CREEK
for Thaniel, Evie, & Peyton
the coolness of the shifting shallows under our feet
a hot day ebbs away in the shade of the pine trees
I’ve hurt myself, careless, every time we’ve gone
letting my blood become another truth of the forest
we play “kiss each other clean” through a phone speaker
because our histories have been forged equally in iron and wine
we splash and shriek at the coldness as the sun slips down
cotton candy clouds filling the sky with pinks and purples
may we share our secrets equally with each smiling face
holding us through the twilights that arise to match each dawn we see
one more reflection of the ways we hold each other without touching
one frosted sparkling drink flowing down in rivulets from the mountains
we’re alive in the coldness, we’re alive in the heat
we’re alive under the ebb and flow of all these hurried minutes
waiting to see ourselves again reflected back in still waters
while what remains rushes around us, seeking as we do
Papa—
Awake before the sun
but after the Robins
have begun their songs
for the day.
Awake because I lay
in my thorny nest
of warmth—
Wondering if
you’d still enjoy
the Robin’s sing
knowing it’s the last Spring
you’d hear them —
and knowing
you won’t see
the sun make its journey
across the skyline
for you.
I wonder if you’re awake too—
And if you were, would you still go outside
to hear their sweet songs—
and watch the sun gently rise
over the horizon—
or I wonder,
If you’ve seen that enough.
Never reply; I’m not sure.
To a question about your identity.
Now, cross it out; I’m not sure.
Add a few more statements of confidence; I have an identity.
You can brag a little too; I’m very unique.
It’s all falling in piece now, resounding like a beautiful harmony, because in a monotonous world like this – you’re singing cheerfully.
As you swirl and dance gracefully, you’re saying to world, “Hey! Look at me!”
“I’m sure I have an identity, I’m very unique.” And in a tuneless world like ours darling, you have your music.
So sing it out.
And sing louder.
You’re different.
Breath like silk as it ties
a noose I long to lie within.
Hands like talons that tear
gasps from my willing skin.
Lips burn stories across
my chest while teeth etch
scars into my heart. Dangle
my desire over the edge
and watch me fall when
you let go.
the heart wants to
write lines on love and loss
hum the lyrics of desires
dream of the silver
and golden mouths of galaxies
the heart wants to
beat in the peaceful solitude
of snowy mountains
touch the cold streams
that banish all thoughts
and stillness of meaninglessness
the hand only writes
on the blackboard
concepts to be taught tomorrow
chapter 1 and 2 and 3
and 30
the heart drowns
in the chapters to be taught
till eternity
Oh, how we’ve danced these last two years.
Our first twenty? Merely practice for our waltz
of surviving, fretful tears, hushed and distant goodbyes.
We breathed the same air, now precious and scarce
as our world gasped for more through sobs and jolts.
You bowed then tipped your hat, and I curtsied with
a demure glance again to catch your direction.
Where would our dance lead us?
This same dance of rhythm, two four six eight steps
repeating the melody in a song which grew deeper,
more resonant each day we were blessed to dance.
You are now the one closest to me,
mine who grew closer as our pivots changed to pirouettes.
Our shared precious air, our quiet sky, our shaky dance,
drawing us together in our daily gavotte, our high steps,
our shimmy, our moments of stillness as music swept over us.
You have been the truest partner in our waltz.
content warning: vague references to current events, reference to Stonewall, general ‘fuck cops and politicians’ sentiments <3
My opinions are built off of the weight
of all the pain I’ve seen in the world;
carried up and away from the fact that
life’s not fair but fuck you, it should be.
So the fact of the matter is:
my opinions are radical, and more than that –
I wanna be radical.
I wanna be radical like,
I’ve tasted sunshine and am gonna share,
radical like, I’m gonna do something different,
like human rights should be a default not a privilege.
Cuz you see all this gloom-and-doom, this despair,
the absolute fuckin’ way that they chip and they take
and power begets power and you see that
anyone who wants power is gonna trample
everyone else who is in their way.
If it’s the same pattern over and over again,
then I want to change it.
I am sick of the status quo –
I’m radical, I wanna be radical like
first brick thrown at Stonewall and
living as myself and breathing as myself
and knowing my truths.
I wanna be radical like,
I’m gonna make a difference,
radical like, I’m gonna be happy even though you think I shouldn’t be,
like the lines that divide us are smaller than the things we share,
cuz I’ve been raised on fairy tales and I know all about
power of love, power of faith, the way we’re tied together –
my rights, my happiness, the same as yours,
red string of fate and soulmates being friends and
true love existing wherever any kind of love does.
I’m an optimist.
It’s kind of a foolish proposition to take,
but this is not the end of the world –
not as long as I’m living, breathing,
able-to-do-something-ing.
And I know everything seems bad but
humanity is a bunch of obstinate, stubborn fuckers
and we riot when we’re hurting.
I wanna be radical like,
none of this matters,
radical like, we can do better,
like when you choose hate I’ll choose love.
Sometimes the best I’ve got is
a raging, radical fuck you.
Amidst the vast universe,
Searching dear love.
From where can find?
Who will hold my heart?
The starry sky of the town smiles.
There are so many bars.
There are so many people.
All are reflected their hearts.
Is that the love?
For whom my mind is longing?
I don’t know so much.
For this time ,I also want to hear- sweet heart!
Oh dear stars!
You all are shining so bright-
Will you tell me once?
Where is my dear love?
I believe that in heart.
After a certain time,
I will see my beloved-
Together, we will dance with love.