Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
r
19
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
r
19
when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.
r ~ 11/30/14

Hey, Son. :)
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
August
My heart and soul are collapsible
My personality just a vessel
Hollow and dense

So fill me up
Till my veins are over flowing
And I'll dance alone in the darkness
Amara Pendergraft 2014
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
C.
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
C.
people are not
to be saved and
they say girls are
best wild and free
or wild and reckless
but I was always the
cabin with an open
door, an inviting
bed, a warm
hearth, I
stayed
put and
did my life
by the books
still wanted to
s a v e y o u f r o m
something, yourself?
other people? the world?
I see pictures of you and
feel a sense of failure,
or loss or grief or
frustration but
you were
never mine to
save, never a thing
to be saved, never wanted
to be saved, never asked to be
saved and letting you go was akin
to releasing the leash on wild, wild beast.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

lessons.
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
Still
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
I don't get in my car
at 3 in the morning,
just to lock the doors
& scream with the music
turned all the way up

I don't drink mason jars
of whiskey on week days

I don't skip school
to chain smoke on my patio

And I don't use lighters
to burn holes in my arms

Not anymore

But I still wake up
some mornings,
scared speechless
that I'll waste an other day

And I still watch
the clock during class,
wishing it'd restart over & over
so I don't have to face myself
all alone on the way home

And I still lose my breath
randomly

I still feel my chest sink
without reason

I still say "my stomach aches"
because I don't know how to
describe the void growing
inside of it

And I still struggle

to smile at my parents,

to answer my cellphone,

to do my hair,

to wear nice clothes,

to write,
to write this ******* "poem"

I'm not crying anymore
No more swollen eyes

And I'm not bleeding anymore
No more scarred arms

But
I didn't get better,
I just got older
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
Pax
We* often *Owned, what We don’t Own.
Being  Possessive, We become Invasive.

                 - We often Neutralize, what We can’t Realize.
                     - Full Realization comes after the Actual Destruction.
Creating our own Ending.



*© Pax
a philosophical pondering of mine and my concerns about how WE(humans) are being destructive in our own world & nature itself or sometimes we are too blind to notice the destructive path we walk upon, realizing too late.

if you want to know more about my thoughts about this poem follow this link here:    http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1328378/
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
i texted you at
six in the morning,
"im sad"
and then we laid
with our seats
reclined
all the way back
parked outside
your apartment
for three hours,
laughing at the lyrics
to all the songs
we loved in high school
before you asked,
"oh yea,
by the way,
why are you sad?"
and i didn't know what to say
because i had forgotten
all the reasons
or
they just
didn't matter anymore
 Nov 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
like a
w h i s p e r
I'm sinking
into my shoes
because my
footsteps are
deeper than
they look
my heels
burrow
into ocean
trenches
I am my
own fissure
bubbling between
the volcanic rock
an orange scar
at the edge of
the Nazca plate
I can't decide if
I want to close
my jaws or
reach for
the surface.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
Next page