Maryann I: Favorites

Mar 3 Maryann I

Shane Michael Stoops

Summer heat
Barefoot running on a blacktop street
Lazy days
Swimming pools
summer vacation
There is no school
12 years old
To be again
One more time till the summer ends

Mar 3 Maryann I

Theatrical Banister

Mar 3 Maryann I

Gerry Sykes

Theatrical Banister

A carpenter touches me,
  feels length and texture,
    adjusts to perfect fit,
      varnishes till I glow
        with polished pride.

Aristocratic fists
  use my glossy guide rail
    to find their champagne boxes.
      They listen in patchouli perfumed privacy
        while I hear only distant chords
          of an unseen opera.

When the lifts fail
  bent arthritic fingers grasp
    and haul old bodies
      grumbling and groaning,
        step by step,
          to the circle.

But my favourites are the sticky paws
  of children ******* sweets
    hurrying to the pantomime;
      in their haste
        they leave a tacky sucrose veneer
          on my glassy lacquer.

          My sugar coating lasts
      until the complaining cleaners
    reset the theatre
for tomorrow.

Fists - Cockney rhyming slang for fists is dukes. i.e Aristocratic fists = Aristocratic dukes.
Patchouli - is an essential oil that has an intense smell, which is often described as strong, sweet, and intoxicating.
Lift - I imagine the lift (US = elevator) is not working so the old people have to climb the stairs.

Mar 3 Maryann I

Tender

Mar 3 Maryann I

Mrs Timetable

Tender

You can know
If a heart is tender
If you touch it
First

Be the kind one

#kindness #tender #heart #touch #love #caring

Mar 3 Maryann I

Trenches

Mar 3 Maryann I

Peter Gerstenmaier

Trenches

Now at the end of all things
As we're breathing sulfur and
Lead's pouring over our heads
I'm glad you're the one I'm
Sharing the trenches with

This is the first thing I'm able to write in almost a month. A little piece about my mental health struggles and how grateful I am to the ones that have my back right now.

#depression #friendship #trenches

Mar 3 Maryann I

15

Mar 3 Maryann I

Juno

15

I am 15 years old-
-15-
The nightmare turning
To reality

How much longer can I do this,
Somethings wrong with me.
Alone in this world,
No can save me

I am not depressed,
Nor suffering greatly,
But I am 15,
With the world on my shoulders

My emotions push me up and down,
Round and round,
Spun-
with no way out

Is anyone there?-
-Watching this world,
The horror the tragedies,
That could never be told

Shaking in my bed,
Uncontrollable tears,
I cannot think straight,
My mind full of fears

How can I do so much,
At the age of 15,
Pick out my life,
When its bearly begun

Supposed to be doing so much,
Yet I am unable to even get up,
Please let me escape from these exams,
Nearing closer and closer

They creep up on me,
But I’m only 15?
Wish to run away,
Into the jungle

With the birds and the trees,
Free from this torture.
This is not who I am meant to be-
Please I am only 15.

I cannot be the only one,
Who knows I don’t belong,
Away from the ugly bricks,
Crushing down on my soul

I wish to be free,
But I am only 15,
Trapped in this circus,
With only blinded screams

01/03/35
-JJ