The dust, the dust Please pardon the dust It won’t stop anything, In that I will trust. All over the curtains The books, the halls! I must start to cleaning Lest it cover us all!!
A poem I thought up today at work. Most of my ideas come when I’m active. This one is a kind of protest poem. Till next time!
Hey big shot Did it fall from the sky? Boy did it make your head big Fill it up with the pretty lies Big spender, with his eyes full of lights Have a big rise and a bigger fall…
When I was younger I wanted to go everywhere A boy with no care, But when I said “can we go somewhere?” The answer from adults was “Later, later, later” Now I am grown, Yet I have my youthful soul Though my bones aren’t any greater And when I try to go like I didContinue reading “Later, later, later”
My twin left me For a life of her own, My elder sister stayed But may as well be gone. My stepsister stayed With an abuser For that is all she knows I left my mother Because she was an abuser. Four out of five Estranged, abandoning, abusing and abused. When my father leaves theContinue reading “An Empty Row of Chairs”
I wake up And feel down. My heart sings While my soul burns And the fire-it feels good… I feel at peace When feeling uneasy I feel at one with myself But isolated from others. Life A strange kind Of dichotomy.
The heat is spiking The Geiger’s going wild And the sky is moldy green Take your children Go inside Quickly!! A rad storm is coming. Radioactive lightning Winds that tear off rooftops Like a hurricane That gives people cancer A rad storm is coming! Get inside Or hurry! Hurry away!!!
My mind is full of soup My will is a noodle, My resolve a pack of crumbled saltines in the mire. Life is hard But creativity harder When life and finances become dire.
How much is weighed by fate n’ How much is wasted waitin’ How much time is lost In life’s busy dance? We have our obligations Rushing to each waiting station Too busy to relax, If only we took it easy If we were able, But life is greedy. Too greedy to let us take aContinue reading “Life’s busy dance”
If you were able Would you go for it? Become a member Of lauded gentry And symbol of power? How far would you go How high a climb Would it take to crest that tower? I fear the crown For though it shines golden It is made of thorn and wire. Such a crown WouldContinue reading “The Crown”