Trogett - Hello Poetry

I’ve never stood naked In the wind But I think That I know How it’d feel Like wet grass between my toes Like running home in a rainstorm Like diving Laughing Into a lake In the middle of the night I’ve always known That freedom is cold Like bare feet In the snow Dangerous too Like a heart Beating, beating, beating Away But so pleasant So good An itch in the back of your throat A feeling beneath your skin A need We may never fulfill To scream I’m free I’m free I’m free

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC

I’m Free

I’ve never stood naked In the wind But I think That I know How it’d feel Like wet grass between my toes Like running home in a rainstorm Like diving Laughing Into a lake In the middle of the night I’ve always known That freedom is cold Like bare feet In the snow Dangerous too Like a heart Beating, beating, beating Away But so pleasant So good An itch in the back of your throat A feeling beneath your skin A need We may never fulfill To scream I’m free I’m free I’m free

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You can hardly be blamed I knew where this ship was sailing Before I climbed aboard I wasn’t afraid of death When I saw the fiery crash At the end of the road I marched on like a soldier Like a sheep in a flock While one thousand shepherds Shouted for me to stop I heard their warnings And I saw the truth But I danced on to the whispers of wolves Until the shouts became one With the dust In the wind Then I let you pluck me Like a pretty flower And put me in a vase And when you remembered to water me I smiled, and whispered What a wonderful man To keep me alive

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 7:49 AM UTC

With the free will of sheep

You can hardly be blamed I knew where this ship was sailing Before I climbed aboard I wasn’t afraid of death When I saw the fiery crash At the end of the road I marched on like a soldier Like a sheep in a flock While one thousand shepherds Shouted for me to stop I heard their warnings And I saw the truth But I danced on to the whispers of wolves Until the shouts became one With the dust In the wind Then I let you pluck me Like a pretty flower And put me in a vase And when you remembered to water me I smiled, and whispered What a wonderful man To keep me alive

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Today I saw a train Something I see Not much at all So hard to watch the wheels With a face pressed Against the wall Today I had a thought One I think nearly every day While I was staring at that train I thought That I might go away Like in a dream I’d walk the aisles Like in a dream I would be free Beneath the wheels And in the sky They wouldn’t think To search for me But because I know It’s not my time I turn away From the track Because when I step aboard that train I know that I Will not come back

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC

Nearly every day

Today I saw a train Something I see Not much at all So hard to watch the wheels With a face pressed Against the wall Today I had a thought One I think nearly every day While I was staring at that train I thought That I might go away Like in a dream I’d walk the aisles Like in a dream I would be free Beneath the wheels And in the sky They wouldn’t think To search for me But because I know It’s not my time I turn away From the track Because when I step aboard that train I know that I Will not come back

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I’ve been bleeding Water For such a long time Just a drop at a time One drop doesn’t hurt Like a leaky faucet Whispering Drip, drip, drip Such a soft, sweet noise But like a bottle breaking In this empty room Every hit Fell like water From the cracks in my arms Every scratch Every kick Every scream Every look So much love So much hate Drip, drip, dripping Into pools at my feet Until I was bleeding water Just a drop at a time From one thousand wounds And the sound became a roar Like an ocean I could drown in A raging river I could swim But I fell into that noise And all the drops Became a din Until my head was under water And the world Turned purple-blue And the quiet At last prevailed Until the drops Began anew

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC

Bleeding Water

I’ve been bleeding Water For such a long time Just a drop at a time One drop doesn’t hurt Like a leaky faucet Whispering Drip, drip, drip Such a soft, sweet noise But like a bottle breaking In this empty room Every hit Fell like water From the cracks in my arms Every scratch Every kick Every scream Every look So much love So much hate Drip, drip, dripping Into pools at my feet Until I was bleeding water Just a drop at a time From one thousand wounds And the sound became a roar Like an ocean I could drown in A raging river I could swim But I fell into that noise And all the drops Became a din Until my head was under water And the world Turned purple-blue And the quiet At last prevailed Until the drops Began anew

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If it mattered now I’d let it be Instead of screaming To set my people free I’d leave them chained Inside my chest And forget those things That I know best Forget about any pain Because torture can be Fair and plain When it’s the only spice You’ve ever known I would bag it up I would take it home Because freedom tastes Too much, too sweet And when this rug is torn From beneath my feet I fear I won’t Rise when I fall When lose this bliss I lose it all

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC

A Small Regret

If it mattered now I’d let it be Instead of screaming To set my people free I’d leave them chained Inside my chest And forget those things That I know best Forget about any pain Because torture can be Fair and plain When it’s the only spice You’ve ever known I would bag it up I would take it home Because freedom tastes Too much, too sweet And when this rug is torn From beneath my feet I fear I won’t Rise when I fall When lose this bliss I lose it all

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It all started In the second grade You see The second grade So long You ask How could that be? How could you go on So long So long How could I not see? While you saw Only what I wanted You to see And I only wanted You To be happy So I let you fall in love with a mirage of me You see Now A monster A monster I’ve always seen That same old monster That I’ve always been Since I was a child Yes While I was a teen When I was ten Nine Eight Seven Six Since I was born Since I was made Since this all started In the second grade

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC

Second Grade

It all started In the second grade You see The second grade So long You ask How could that be? How could you go on So long So long How could I not see? While you saw Only what I wanted You to see And I only wanted You To be happy So I let you fall in love with a mirage of me You see Now A monster A monster I’ve always seen That same old monster That I’ve always been Since I was a child Yes While I was a teen When I was ten Nine Eight Seven Six Since I was born Since I was made Since this all started In the second grade

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The rain Falls gentle Through the cracks in the window Against the wind That will send My cold bones to sway I call on the quiet To answer the phone Shove the bills to corner I might sleep through the day Hunger is friendly When money is sparse And sleep is a lover When friendship is cruel Work to be done Bills to be paid Sleep rushes in I’m set adrift on its wave A field full of flowers Calls from the corner Stares I can’t see When my eyes close at last Not a hunger here No deadlines to fear I lay my head in the grass And the world is pure

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC

A Nap

The rain Falls gentle Through the cracks in the window Against the wind That will send My cold bones to sway I call on the quiet To answer the phone Shove the bills to corner I might sleep through the day Hunger is friendly When money is sparse And sleep is a lover When friendship is cruel Work to be done Bills to be paid Sleep rushes in I’m set adrift on its wave A field full of flowers Calls from the corner Stares I can’t see When my eyes close at last Not a hunger here No deadlines to fear I lay my head in the grass And the world is pure

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God God God They've taken my voice Or I gave it away Was there ever a choice? Did I decide one cold night To sell my tongue For the heat Of a place by the fire That coveted seat I stand in the back Wrap my hands around my neck Feel the blood beneath my fingers And watch the ship wreck Never a scream Never a sound I am buried in silence And kept safe underground

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Jan 27, 2019

Jan 27, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC

Quiet

God God God They've taken my voice Or I gave it away Was there ever a choice? Did I decide one cold night To sell my tongue For the heat Of a place by the fire That coveted seat I stand in the back Wrap my hands around my neck Feel the blood beneath my fingers And watch the ship wreck Never a scream Never a sound I am buried in silence And kept safe underground

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This joy is so fleeting This feeling so passing All I can do is wonder Wonder without asking Because the world has no input On the strength of my hate On the hours spent mourning Too happy a fate When my hands struggle to stifle A mouth that won’t stop saying no When my brain calls for action But my body won’t go Until that joy burrows once more Like a parasite under my skin A foreign treasure Stolen again Then my mouth moves too fast To answer its calls And my hands are kept busy Tearing down walls To be built and rebuilt By an enemy brain Until I wonder once more If I’m going insane But I cannot ask About these things I can’t tell So I imprison in poems What I dream I could yell

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC

Under Control

This joy is so fleeting This feeling so passing All I can do is wonder Wonder without asking Because the world has no input On the strength of my hate On the hours spent mourning Too happy a fate When my hands struggle to stifle A mouth that won’t stop saying no When my brain calls for action But my body won’t go Until that joy burrows once more Like a parasite under my skin A foreign treasure Stolen again Then my mouth moves too fast To answer its calls And my hands are kept busy Tearing down walls To be built and rebuilt By an enemy brain Until I wonder once more If I’m going insane But I cannot ask About these things I can’t tell So I imprison in poems What I dream I could yell

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