Monday, March 25, 2013
Swallowing Nails
A pain in my belly
I've been swallowing nails,
Forced upon me
by people who matter.
My secret
but not my shame.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Petifult
Imagine
Never doing anything for yourself.
To never fix a sandwich
Tie your shoe
Walk to your refridgerator.
Imagine,
Lying in your bed
Unable to walk
Because you've gone
so long without walking
Your muscles being weak and useless.
Helping her isn't helping her.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Sally and Lucy
They entered the dining room,
Sometimes confused,
Finding their seats.
Greeting us with a smile.
A picture I thought I would watch
Forever.
Suddenly,
Poof! They were gone.
Leaving only an image in my mind.
A vision I see every day.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Callloused
I have been a victim
so many times.
I have formed callouses
From my head to my toes,
and on the inside,
My callouses protect me.
So, go ahead
Ignore me.
Chasttize me
Throw your knives
and scalding water.
at me.
You cannot hurt me,
anymore.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
The Passing of LeMar
Ninety years old
Skinny
In baggy belted pants.
and brown hair
refusing to turn grey
He gave me candy
and always waved at me
while sitting at lunch.
I didn't see him
slip from his body.
I saw and empty chair
that told me he was gone.
In my mind,
I could still see him
sitting there
Smiling and waving.
.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Nothing Poems
Nothing Poems
Hiding behind nothing poems,
Creating no images,
Telling no secrets,
Expressing no feelings.
Peek-a-Boo
I see you.
Bet you can't see me.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Painting People
Words paint sunset over the ocean
attempting to capture
comfort, sadness, peace
Our words are old and used.
Yet each painting different.
So many people in the world
matchless persons
our own combinations
of genes and circumstance.
Our poems mirror our existence
hoping to capture
Us our being.
attempting to capture
comfort, sadness, peace
Our words are old and used.
Yet each painting different.
So many people in the world
matchless persons
our own combinations
of genes and circumstance.
Our poems mirror our existence
hoping to capture
Us our being.
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