Dr O - Hello Poetry

Dr O Dec 2014

Everest

Some say love is a mountain
There is a steep climb up and a steep fall down
But why should I climb to the top
To just fall back to the ground?

Mountains are a paradox
For on top it is always winter
If love is truly is a mountain
Then with that mountain I am not familiar

From mountains you can fall
You can slip and you can die
But be careful mountains will trick you
Because you can not truly touch the sky

Some say love is a mountain
I say love is the sky
Because wherever you may go
It will always be in front of your eyes

Dr O Dec 2014

Perfect, Straight Hair

Perfect, straight hair dark as ever
Fabricated smiles, pearly forever
Beauty like Gatsby's Daisy under the sunset
Eternally grinning with life, so perfect in your mindset

Graceful mask, made from fine gold
The most elegant way your story can be told
Loneliness eradicated by the tug of a rope
A fake presence, one to give false hope

Superficial heart pumping to seem so kind
Your actions serve to turn the angels blind
Perfect, straight hair real as never
Fabricated smiles, bleached however

For a face to resemble to one so charming
Then unravel something much more harming
For your sorry forgiveness you should not ask
As to pretend that the Devil pities your mask

Dr O Dec 2014

Everybody's Gone to the Spruce Tree

Everybody's gone to the spruce tree
They say the tree shines magic bright
But when you get there you realize
All it does it turn black into white

The ultimate wish

Dr O Dec 2014

How Was Your Day, Tamir?

A 12-year old boy walks in
The dry Cleveland air never disappoints
It was his first day at school
"How was your day Tamir?"
Spouts his mother from the kitchen
As she prepares the evening dinner

School was ok I guess
I could do better in my classes but whatever
Basketball practice was fun

A 12-year old boy walks in
Today is especially cold even for Cleveland
The snow stuck like it was there to stay
"How was your day Tamir"
His mother asks from the living room

School was ok
Can I can go to the park tomorrow?
I want to have a snowball fight with my friends

A 12-year old boy walks in
Dry cold air is the perfect weather for bleeding
He walks in and tries to cover the holes in his chest
"How was your day Tamir?"
His mother asks
Just like any other day

Mommy I went to the park today
But my friends never showed up
So I made snowballs on my own
And I played with my airsoft gun
Mommy all of a sudden the park was empty
A car zoomed right in front of me
It was only a few steps
The police car door opened
And they shot me Mommy
I was reaching to give them my airsoft gun
Mommy I'm dead now
The holes in my chest they won't close up
Nobody saved me Mommy
I'm so sorry I made a big mistake
I didn't mean to scare people with my airsoft gun
I won't make the same mistake next time
I promise!
Mommy please forgive me
I promise next time I will have more control
Mommy give me another chance
Mommy please cover my red holes

The problem is this may as well have been the how Tamir's life goes

Men with guns should fear for their safety the least

I'm pretty sure if you tell a 12-year old to never doing something again
He will listen

He is 12

#tamirrice

Dr O Nov 2014

Painting Red

Repainting blood-stained walls with red paint
Pointless to some
Enlightening to others
The blood represents
What I saw
Red
Red
Saw I
Your 'importance'
Your 'brilliance'
Your 'superiority'
The blood stains on your cracked mirror
That you stepped on
While walking with your head
Too high
The red paint is my facade
The blood will remain
But the red will contain
The anger
With
Brotherly love?
Comradery?
Not even God would believe me
They say the blood is too thick
I tell them the paint is too thin
The blood will remain
But the red with contain
All
One day
If I am to forgive you
If I am to paint
over our blood stained wall
We need to make sure
That the wall
Wouldn't crumble
And turn
The red paint
Back into a glossing pool of red blood
With no medium to invade

Forgiveness is a gift not everybody has

Dr O Oct 2014

I Suppose Its the Winter

I suppose its the winter
That our hearts are all black
Because sorrow is in the air
And death is at our back

I suppose its the winter
That our tears are all frozen
Because the heartbreak never leaves
And the earth grows no roses

I suppose its the winter
That our smiles are all fake
Because the pain always stays
And our love never wakes

I suppose its the winter
That all I see is snow
Because the world I once knew
Is the world I no longer know

Dr O Oct 2014

Claire

I never had the pleasure
Never had the pleasure to meet you
Or ask how your day is going
Or give you a hug

I never had the pleasure
To be your friend
To call your name
Or to even make you smile

I hope you look from above
At your family and your friends
I hope you smile at them
Because one day everyone's world ends

One day we will all face our time
One day we will all depend on grace
You have inspired us all
You should always smile across your face

Even though I never knew you
Like many others did
We are all humans
And an angel's love never forbids

One day I'll be rushed in a stretcher
One day I will breathe my last second
One day I will have the pleasure
Because one day I will meet you in heaven

R.I.P. Claire Wagonhurst
We all love you