The following is a series of poems I wrote over the past two years, most detail experinces that I needed help dealing with and some are happy moments I wanted to express.
Enoy.
[train platform]
standing on the edge
i look down
and wonder what it's like to
f l y
just jump off
and
f l y
[strange men]
mama told me not to talk to strange men
the ones that mutter to themselves with a hand in the waistband of their pants
the ones in sharp gray suits and hungry eyes, a modern day wolf
the ones with power who look down long pointed noses so hard they go cross eyed
the ones who claim to love all women but will blame them for their short comings
mama warned me not to talk to strange men
the world isn't forgiving for women
[birth of a generation]
we were the generation born of ash and rubble
stuck between the time before
the blue plusing screens
slowly sucking our
souls through
our eyes
the year
of our births
marked by death &
destruction as the war
on terror began so did the generation of anxious and angry
lost Peter Pans with no innonce left in them
[trying]
i feel like a shark in an aquarim, needing to keep moving to stay alive
stay still for too long and risk death
but there's no where for me to go just
an endless cycle of circles
same thing every day
or maybe not
different people peer through the glass wanting to catch a glimpse
the beast moving around tirilessly in a circles
moving
just trying
to live
[synesthesia]
quiet then softly
music
an explosion of color
bright ornages morphing into deep greens and popping purple hues
soft pinks twinkle into electric blues
while I sit there and hum along to the color show behind my eyelids
conversations become a display of psycadlic rainbow colors
each voice unique but melding together to create
a vibrant symphony of laughter and chatter
[first loves]
i don't know weather to laugh or cry
i still love you though i tried to tell myself i didn't
but like always it snuck up on me
of course it had to be you, the one so far away, the one who i had never seen face to face
yet you made me smile and gave me solace when no one else would
why did have to be you?
how do i explain to you my desperate need to move on?
logically i shouldn't
but love never listens to logic
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