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Why do people die?
Why do I get cold?
What makes air air?
Why do we get old?
My child asks these questions
And I don't want to look dumb
So, being a good father
I say..."Go and ask your mom"

How many is infinity?
How can birds fly?
Where do babies come from?
Why do people lie?
Sometimes I can tell them things
That I know they might believe
I don't do it all the time though
I just do it so they'll leave

Questions from the children
Make me seem quite dumb
I always tell them half truths
Then I send them to their mom
She tells them she's busy
And they come back to see me
I guess we'll learn together
I hope they can teach me

Why are clouds so puffy?
Why is water wet?
What's a kit and caboodle?
How do you place a bet?
I love it when they ask me
It shows they want to know
Exactly why things happen
And what makes most things go

What is the moon made of?
Is it really cheese?
I get questions like this daily
Why do people sneeze?
There's one that I can't answer
My daughter wants to know
When I make my morning toast
Where does my bread slice go?

Questions from the children
Make me seem quite dumb
I always tell them half truths
Then I send them to their mom
She tells them she's busy
And they come back to see me
I guess we'll learn together
I hope they can teach me
It's a strange world, one so vastly small,
It can feel as if it will fit into the palm of your hand,
And stretch on forever and beyond.

There are monsters in this world,
And then there is me.

The monsters and me.

We will fight, and be slain,
They won't even know your name,
Scars will appear and fade.
But there are always the monsters and me.

Oh yes, there are monsters in this world,
The Monsters and you, too.

Maybe you will sometimes be the monster,
But as will I,
And even as you die the monsters will come,
Wait by your side.

They want to bring you down,
so that you're on the same level,
But we must become the one,
Who fight with the devil.

And even as I speak they surround me.


Will they ever let me be?
An overnight sensation
Twenty years in the making
Finally you're noticed
All the roles that you've been taking

High School plays gave you the bug
Standing out front and centre stage
You made your choice of a career
Your life had turned a page

Little theatre groups did beckon
You'd learn your craft and be a star
But, no one told you just how long
you'd wait, or ...just how far

You beat the boards in summer stock
Singing Gershwin in the park
You'd work in summer themed resorts
Cleaning rooms out after dark

Acting, was your calling
You'd be a star one day...you knew
But, even though you'd keep on working
Your name to them was...who?

Extra work and commercials
You'd work the chorus for a while
No matter where you heard...no luck
You'd always leave them with a smile

You swore you'd not get botox
There'd be no nip and tuck
You swore you'd keep on trying
Remember...you've got pluck!!!

The lines were forming around your eyes
As time kept marching on
Your lips were getting thinner
The lead actress roles were gone

You'd pile on the makeup
And you'd lie about your age
No one checked your background out
So, you lied about the stage

But, one day ...there was a call back
A job you never thought was yours
It was sure to go to a younger girl
A true , new, photogenic *****

But, there it was....an offer
The one role to get your start
It said "Miss Watkins we are proud"
"to offer you the part"

You gratefully accepted,
didn't let them know the truth
It was better than a cruise ship show
You were truly through the roof

It was a show way  off broadway
The big time was around the bend
You could see the lights from out the back
You had made it...you'd pretend

The makeup went on heavy
But no one really cared
they just ate up your performance
Your soul you truly bared

The critics were enamored
They all loved you at first sight
It only took you twenty years
But, you'd made it overnight...
 Mar 2013 Peyton Smith
Julia
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 Mar 2013 Peyton Smith
Julia
The joy of the day after
was the song of my soul
free from the restraints of
language, from the bars of
repression & rejection, the
way nobody wants it to be.
I don't have storage for all
of this love that I am penting
up inside. I place what I can,
what I have to, in closed-doored
hearts of friends who can't,
or won't, reciprocate. My love
is prisoner, starving for takers,
for a listening ear & a loving
heart.

Starving for takers,
but hungry for you.
A bit old, about a month ago. Funny how fast feelings change.
I'll miss you when you part
A tear blinding my sight
heading towards the light
You put up one hell of a fight
I'll miss you with all my heart
A penny for your thoughts?
More like a million!
It's a priceless thing, you see?
My thoughts are my own, no one else's,
They are only mine to be!
She stands on the edge of space

If she jumps, star fire will become beating wings
And she will fly throughout the galaxies
Never stopping, not to eat or sleep
She will be a beacon to star travelers and the lonely ones

She stands on the edge of space
I always talk about leaving,
But I know that I'm going to stay,
I love it just where I am,
I don't want to go away.

It scares me to think of it all,
The world is big and vast,
This sudden wave of difference,
Always leaving me aghast,

But how do I deal with the world,
If nothing near is right?
I will figure it out,
I'll try with all my might.
Everyone has a skeleton in their closet,
Something that no one should know,
Each bone is different,
But none of them are for show.

Sometimes they come alive,
And creep into your mind,
You want to run away,
For none of them are kind.

Some bones are broken,
They can never be replaced,
Others turn to dust,
And are forever misplaced.
I have all these words that mean something in my head,
Waiting to be picked through and cleaned into a sentence,
But they just end up a jumbled mess when spoken.
I have so much to not say,  that I wish I could,
It's an endless list of words, words, words,
That I wish could stay.
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