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he wants to know what he collects.  he prays.  he is blindfolded by the parent he rarely sees.  he is taken on foot to an empty showroom only he can imagine.  he is hugged.  not asked, he goes into detail about his outfit.  parent flips through a notebook.  parent leaves to find a pencil.  outside in a miniature snowstorm another parent throws an egg through the tail end of melancholy.
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
Ugo
Soulless,
We quenched our dreams with thirst;

bought the heavens,
Waving a country of radio love

As fee,

United under one Internet
Two Chocolate paper ******* announcements
And $6 New York Halal meat.

The mortal man always drinks his sea--
So ask your doctor about Nixon
And lift the verbs off your skirt
For Nemo
who replaced Icarus
And now twerks at synods
With ******* oven oil glued
To his left fin;

The same one God used to bet Satan over the soul of man.
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
David
The things I cannot forgive myself for,
They are dead trees,
They are angry ghosts
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
David
Beds were never made to die on
Most moments in our lives pass unnoticed, without remark or consciousness.
Then, there are those that mean something, or that we choose to mean something,
   that become a placeholder for our lives, to add meaning, understanding, passage
    a demarcation that bestows significance
My daughter graduated, under rainy skies and cool breezes.
The white tents in the grass flapped empty and lonely like a cancelled wedding
We sat in a loud gymnasium rather than in the grass quad surrounded by trees
I was there with a thousand other proud parents;
I circled her name in the program.  I waited for the moment when it was to be called; being    
   slightly afraid I'd miss it
And I whistled and yelled, but I don't think quite enough.  I didn't seem to mark the moment.
It was a moment, and I knew it, expected it, wanted it to be.
   so badly.  
Bittersweet.  I like that word, it explains life so well.
I like the idea of bittersweet and I wanted to have it envelope me that day.
I tried to hold on to it.   Like a good dream that comes too late in the morning and wont be prolonged quite far enough
I wanted to hold on, to understand what it meant.  I knew it meant so much,
   or, at least, I wanted it too.
I held on to understand what this meant to her.
I held on to remember my own graduation and the dream I then only fainty realized I had just experienced in my four years of college
I held on because I know her next steps take her further away.
I held on to feel what she felt in the mixture of joy, relief, sadness, confusion;
   all that goes with parting from friends who alone know the exerience you shared.
I held on to make sense of my life.  Making sense of moments makes them meaningful.  
I want life to be meaningful
I wish I would have written something that evening.  In the full emotion of the day.
I thought about it.
And now, like that dream, it is fading into morning light.  I can't remember all that was, or seemed to be, profound and important as I watched my daughter those two days.  
I want it to mean something enduring, symbolic and permanent.  
I want my life to be important, to reflect a famous quote from someone, to be in granite.  
Not so everyone will know it mattered, just so that I will.
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
CA Guilfoyle
I came to know that all is borrowed,
even time
One day I bought a property, thinking it mine
as if I could somehow claim it - that which is truly wild,
perhaps appears temporarily tamed
shall one day be reclaimed,
swallowed by time
no memory,
no name
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
ME
Belief
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
ME
Remember the dreams you had
Feel the joy and wonders of life
The child you once knew
Still lives in you

The innocence of a heart
Thats never been broken
See the world anew
In a different light
With a different spark
The love of life

Laugh from the belly
Give flowers to everyone
I wished my dreams lived on
Find that child again
As hope lives on
You have a purpose
Your not the only one

Runaway my saint
Take me with you
To the stars with no end
Finding the beauty of life

Dreams is in you
Thoughts are no good
Feel your way through
Have faith in love
Accept who you are

Whatever you do
Whatever you have done
Life will give back to you
Angels watch over you
Love will come back for you
Whatever you do
Stay true
To your soul and wander on

God never gives us more than we can handle
Oh how beautiful
Everyday that passes through
I believe in you
Please believe in me
 Aug 2013 CH Gorrie
Raj Arumugam
the four monks are out in the open
meditating;
the prayer flags are flapping

“The flags are flapping,”
hums the first monk

“The wind is there,”
intones the second

“It is the mind that
is flapping,”

observes the third

“Mouths are flapping
is all what I see and hear,”

says the last


the frog in the grass
is silent
...based on a Buddhist story, from online...
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