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Brett Palmero Dec 2016
New Mazdas flying overhead
The air is clean and clear
Worries of pollution dead
This world is full of cheer
A world for us to thrive
What a time to be alive

On the ground we bled
Around us is only fear
Nuclear waste where we tread
Death in our atmosphere
Why did the missiles arrive?
What a time to be alive

The sidewalk moves me along
To my new job downtown
Birds chirping their song
To the cities bustling sound
Around only clean cars drive
What a time to be alive

All our decisions were wrong
Our wars ruptured the ground
Left are only the strong
Even so life is barely found
It's been this way since I was five
What a time to be alive

The day ends as I go to dinner
The people around me joyful
And all we have to consider
Is how we to make our bellies full
Into our meal we dive
What a time to be alive

Every day we grow thinner
The dirt I have to eat is awful
Punishments for us as sinners
Humans, the environment culls
For the earth that died
What a time to be alive

I leave the table, answer my phone
My wife asks when I'll be back
Broken is the cleaning drone
I tell her, "After dinner with Jack"
Thankful for my beautiful bride
What a time to be alive

At first I believed I was alone
But in the darkness I hear a crack
All I imagine is my tombstone
As my death waits in the black
No where for me to hide
What a time to be alive

The night ends, and I pay
I walk home and think
About how it got this way
No more is hate's stink
All that's left is love's order
A world of hope and wonder

The night ends, and I pray
No more living at the brink
Why does it have to stay
A place of darkness' ink
Where all that's left are monsters
A world of misery and terror
A poem for a contest about what I think 2050 will be like. It's about two possible extremes of the future. One of a perfect society where there is no pollution and all we have to worry about is how we'll fill our next day with happiness. The other future is one of nuclear fallout where our wars tore the earth apart and all we do is rot. Each stanza switches between the two worlds.
Brett Palmero Nov 2016
I don't know where to go

Trapped in this thread
My entire life is here
My soul fills with dread
And all I feel is fear

I never saw this coming
Flying high with no care
In my way I saw nothing
Invisible was this snare

A silk so smooth
A soul that can't move
A strung up person
A life that can't worsen

Then I see those eyes
Eyes of a predator below
I look to the skies
Looking for God's glow

But he is not there
And I have nothing
Below fangs bare
I prepare for my ending

A life frozen in time
A beast that can't climb
A cage is life's sling
A web the only thing

That keeps us from the monsters below
Is your cage keeping you in, or is it keeping them out?
Brett Palmero Nov 2016
Worry is always on mind
Will she like me back?
Will my grade be fine?
Is this the day I crack?
Life is always so busy
I can't find time to relax
All these problems, I'm dizzy
On my mind it does tax
But then I realize
Life's pretty **** great
As long as I open my eyes
My life is mine to dictate
Pressure may rise in my blood
Yet I always hear, "You'll be fine, bud"
Jacque
Brett Palmero Nov 2016
Acting to please others
Yet why even try?
Most end up bothers
Rest quickly say goodbye
It's always a lot of stress
To try and always impress

There are too many people
To care about every person
But in my back like a needle
Is a need for acception
I end up becoming a mess
Trying to always impress

I can feel their eyes
Judging my every move
As if they're more wise
Myself I have to prove
I am their slave, I confess
Always trying to impress

Except this is all in my head
I need to stop creating strife
So I matter when I'm dead
To those who care about my life
But to truly end this distress
I must be the first one I impress
Taylor / Kate
Brett Palmero Nov 2016
Throughout my life
I've tried to be the best
No matter the strife
I was to be above rest
Now it's gotten tough
Good enough isn't good enough

I forgot how I felt
The grade was all I saw
To see my name spelt
For others to yell "Hurrah!"
But really I'm in a handcuff
Good enough isn't good enough

Trapped by expectations
I was under infinite stress
Recently I've had a revelation
I'd rather be happy, not the best
To be happy is good enough
Because life is short, gone in a puff
My family motto has always been "good enough isn't good enough, only the best is". Recently I've realized I'd rather be happy than the best. Usually I end up being good enough anyways, and the only person that deserves to be happy in my life is me.
Brett Palmero Nov 2016
The future awaits me
I can't wait for it
Success for all to see
But then I trip
Looking at a mountain
The peaks I was counting

On the ground I lay
The dirt I breath in
In a state of decay
Pondering my sin
Molehills I didn't inspect
At my feet I neglect

Living in the future
Causes death in the present
Our intentions pure
Still we have our descent
For the roots we forget
For dreams we don't have yet
Hajar
If you focus on the mountains ahead of you too much, you'll trip over the molehills at your feet. Don't forget your roots and to live in the present otherwise the future is meaningless.
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