Dre Guthrie

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

We're reaching the top of the hill, you and I
but on opposite sides, unable to see where
either of us are, and so I start to cry
unbeknowst of you standing there.

I am not the courageous child
only soft-spoken and contained
hoping, wishing to be wild
in truth, still soft and tame.

Being the stronger one of two
you clamber to the top
wide-eyed nature opens to you
for a moment, the world stops.

Gleaming down from atop your perch
a grin answers my calls
without bad feelings to besmirch
the words echo without pause.

"Come on, silly! You're falling far behind.
The night is surely near.
If you reach the top, and grab my hand in time
you'll forever have me hear."

"So, pull your way up and reach the peak
and our shaking hands entwined
so, come on, silly, climb to what you seek
and you will forever be mine."

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

Lions

A pair of little shoes tilt forward
careening on the tips of exposed, painted toes
over expanses of thick chains and fences.

A lip is bitten, eyes wide in amazement
the humongous animal is pacing behind its cage
tail swishing as paws trample the worn grass

The other children are long gone now,
passing ahead to bigger and newer pursuits
leaving one behind, in awe and complete rapture.

Amber eyes glow in the afternoon sun
velvet nose nuzzling the pudgy fingers
connecting child and beast so intimately.

Both breathing, both so very alive
And, with nothing to fear, she leaps
lovingly into the lion's den, leaving her human world far behind.

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

Timid

You sit all alone
In a place that may be familiar
watching the world around you, for you are far too
timid.

Pretty people with wicked souls
Blemished hearts rotting with slime
spew their words at you, but you don't stop them
shy.

Your heart tells you it hurts
And that maybe it will **** you one day
but you hush your organs in your chest
quiet.

Until one day, you explode from the inside
Thoughts bursting forth like steaming water from the pipes
they cringe and fight their through, but you are not
empty.

You've listened all of your life
Hoping and hoping for an outstreched hand
now, it is time to make your own destiny, full of glorious and wonderful
*courage

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

Time and Flowers

Vibrance caught in the simplest of ways
Little drops of red and gold glistening
like riches in the daylight.

A simple moment captured in the brilliance of time
these blossoms will keep their shape for eternity
To keep the colors close forever.

Although they are meaningless if you forget
what they truly meant at the time
A furtive glance, a gasp of appreciation, or soft sighs of contentment.

Though a camera can preserve
your heart is what keeps them
a bouquet of colors and memories is what you will have
yellow petals and verdant stems in your thoughts for eternity.

So, I wrote this for a very lovely photo collection by Julie Sharir called "My Garden". If you don't mind, I'd love it if you guys can go and check out her photo blog.

http://julianesharirphotography.wordpress.com/2013/09/20/my-garden/

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

This Is For You

Hello, beautiful girl
with whom I share so much
I have crafted my words
into a little composition just for you.

With just a little thought
a picture is sprawled before my eyes
not of pixels or pigments
but of syllables, and sounds in the dark.

I did not understand from the start
what this entailed
as we met under strange circumstances
and even stranger pretenses.

But, I suppose I couldn't help
feeling such intense emotions blossom
in the depths of my heart
empathy and sympathy and all of those other things.

It pained me, shook me, drove me mad
until the thoughts burst from my chest
thumping like a hummingbird's wings
rapid, frantic, and slurred with tears.

However, I could not expect gratitude
from someone so far away and above me
and thus I shall pay those debts
with all I can give.

So, I have created this little selection
of words, phrases, and lines
to say what I am unable to speak
and it is only for you.

And, however simply or unsimply you may see it, thank you, Deanna, for for being you.

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

Ode to Execution

The hustle and bustle
Lunch is in full swing
Voices buzz together
The honeybees in a hive.

The queen rules her populace
with an iron fist of authority
pretty, willing faces
drink in her poisons with fervor.

Empty pupils gaze from outside
looking through the window
that separates the building
from the wilderness of outside.

Feet stand solid and hands twitch
fondling the weight in heavy pockets
judging the heaviness of gazes
watching just outside of the glass.

Breaths are heavy as she removes it
the cool blackness of her end
muzzle sharp against her forehead
tiny fingers clutching the trigger.

Her death will be a show
fireworks of red against the pavement
colors draining like a stream
claret, crimson, and scarlet.

Manic giggles impede her
lungs shaking with contractions
and, with a full audience
a trigger is pulled... and *silence

Dre Guthrie Oct 2013

Homewrecker

It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.

To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.

It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.

Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.

And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.

The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.

No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?