Frozen in Time
Motionless, Standing, Frozen in time, In midst of action of conflict of emotion Your world stays still, You, a statue an object inanimate useless, Unable to do anything But think and stare, As the world becomes an empty room Colorless empty and quiet, The only remembrance of your surroundings Are the subtle dewdrops of tears Nourishing your fear And drowning your hope, You rooted down Time free to fly, You caress A unconscious friend Stalling the routine exchange Of words between Life and Death, You want freedom from your helplessness The prison cell bars holding you back , But when Death ends the conversation When fear grows tall and blossoms When you return to where you are In a colored room with action conflict and emotion When the metal cell bars shatter, You stand still Enveloped in sorrow Seeds of guilt and pain Grow where hope once was, It no longer matters that you are free Or that you know what’s going on, You have been thawed out You melt You warm up Then your heart burns It breaks Pieces left uncovered, You cannot move You are broken So you scream, Yelling your rage, Crying, Joyless.
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Love
The deep blue abyss, always happy. A glint of pride, hidden inside. Her hands, warm against my own. callused, rough, from hard times lotion, pulled over like a cape trying to smooth the permanently, punctured hands. Her love, stronger then any sea, powerful, giving all she has, to me. My mother, is my savior, is my angel. She cares for me when I am sick, yells at me when I do wrong, helps me to be strong. Happiness takes over, waves crash on me.
Squawk! Seagulls scream to each other. swooping down and stealing food. my toes are enveloped with grainy, hot, sand. it smells like happiness, salt and sunscreen flood my nose. it is happiness It feels like the prince of darkness has swept his cloak over the table. At least, that’s how I saw it. That’s what the Catch-22 anchorman said, and that’s what the dutiful officer told me. Lately, I’ve been rather… forgetful, perhaps a little dubious. Inadvertently, I flinch at every impetuous movement in my space, every evanescent glance in my way. I see very brief, horrid, and disturbing images, sometimes, and, in fact, I was there on the night of March 2, that nauseating hour. He hit me. He snatched me from my carefully constructed nest of chastity, screeched something about the color green. Decaying take-out food striped the ground, filled the air with a rotten tinge. I didn’t know what to say or if I could say anything, honestly. My mortal tongue was dissolving to the horror-movie red, and the same horror-movie corn syrup poured from my nose, a rainstorm of my wreckage. Fog seared the vision out of my glasses, so I could never see the toe of his brown shoe close in and back away, now horrifyingly red. I attempted a turtle-race crawl of evasion, of survival, but, unlike turtles, I couldn’t see. The fog exploded, becoming a flood, and my apprehension skittered away, a coward. What followed is beyond me, I told the reporters, the cops, and the lawyers. Oh, the reporters, the cops, and the lawyers, they trusted my poor, bleeding face, said it would be okay. I smiled wickedly through the trials and debates. I watched as derisive spit flew, decisive judgments shifted, and deerskin defenses shattered. I was indifferent, was never corrupted. Now, I still flinch at all things sudden, and I still smile wickedly. Like I said, I was never corrupted. It’s horrible, so terribly horrible, how corruption is so common. Just the other day, I read a rather informative article about a drug addict, a man in debt. The story was accompanied, of course, by brief, horrid, and disturbing images. It told of a man, baring foggy glasses, slaughtering another, in brown shoes. How terrible.
Memorial Day
To all who we owe the great and mighty deed The Veterans who fought and helped to win our long wars The ones who make America proud And make it's people shout out loud Thank you thank you Without these great Men and Women The great wars would not be won Thank you thank you Veterans A slow breeze upon my face,
The subtle idea slowing touching me, The rain going drip drop drip drop, A constant idea of when this is going to end, A time to play outside. Summer finally on its way, The sand beneath my toes, The cool salt water touching my skin, But the rain and wind are in the way. The chair my only companion for now, Squeaky floorboards when I walk, An umbrella above my head, Just waiting for the rain and wind to stop. The slow breeze stopped. No one can be anything, anything at all,
Without the help of another . No one will get anywhere in life, Without first failing to succeed. Everyone must have hard times, Where it seems no one can help you. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you will get through these hard times, These failures. It may take a while, but it will be done . You cannot let past failures fog your windshield, You must not take hard times as the end of the world. Most of all, you will not let others block your way to happiness, Or let their dreams crush yours. Yes, it’s hard now. But it’s okay, because no matter what, no matter where, There must be rain before the sun comes out, and the rainbow shines down. The school year ends
We say goodbye to all of our friends We enjoy the summer until it ends We enjoy the days of fun Until its all done Then its time for school And the we all realize it rules Perennially equal, Ever on the brink, Edge of world, Balanced forever, Weight of humanity, Doors of personality, Capsized by suspicion Spun by greed Warped by lies Why? New player, Enter the traitor, Tipping the scale, Upsetting the balance, Splitting the formation, Creating a rift, Poisoning others, Destroying the perfection, Enter the age, Unbalance of friends, Cracks hammered, Traitor is creator Creator is destroyer Destroyer is enemy Enemy is friend, Ties in truth, Connections in lies, The cycle of balance, Ripped apart. One person, Happy and joyful, Friends are poisoned By the traitor, Neither living Nor dead. Ripped from friendship, traitor is happy, poisoned ones are theirs. friends reeled in, traitor is king. Counter attack Defying the traitor Resisting the lies Separated from life We are alive The virus is complete The brink is tipped A new age, Begun. We will resist the traitor, Balance the scale, Repair the damage, Traitor has wrought. Traitor has power They can rebuild Undo the virus Explain wrongdoing Brink of Humanity, Balance the scale. The school year ends
We say goodbye to all of our friends We enjoy the summer until it ends We enjoy the days of fun Until its all done Then its time for school And the we all realize it rules |
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