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”
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Up on the Down
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.
Rad Storm
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 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.
Life’s busy dance
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”
The Crown
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”
The Mystic Song of Adelline
One day I was weeping The cause of sorrow unsleeping My peals of pain did ring When I get heard a humming That sent my heart drumming Of a maiden’s voice that did sing. She told of a place Where sorrow had no place And the sufferer’s pealed no more And people danced all dayContinue reading “The Mystic Song of Adelline”
The Rich will Kill Us All
Look at the times Few have many Many have nothing Our leaders feckless Directing their sabers At those at the bottom Instead of at those That deserve it. In their greed The rich will kill us all. Destroying our only home To fill their coffers With every last cent When everything is dead Who willContinue reading “The Rich will Kill Us All”
Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)
Shout at the sky Shout at the sky All we can do is shout at the sky They speak of God Yet they’re the devil I can’t believe We treat them so civil They steal our food Our labor, our lives And all we can do is shout at the sky Shout at the skyContinue reading “Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)”
While the fires burn
While the fires burn And the oceans rise The rich man waits To claim his prize
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank 