SomeThingsSitSideways

SomeThingsSitSideways Sep 2013

Limerick

There once was a man named Armstrong
Who was known for writing heavy songs
Or did he blast through space?
Or was it he who won that bike race?
Perhaps I've remembered him wrong...

SomeThingsSitSideways Sep 2013

Jiminy Cricket

What if that bug you splat was not there to bug you?

That spider actually spoke until you smacked all senses out of its skin.
The fruit fly sang beautifully, at least the spider said so.
The centipede liked shiny things and tap danced Morse code.
The June bug loved to braid but its grip is so small, you hardly noticed at all.

The water bug was going for a run when you saw it slip past and you grabbed her fast and dunked her til she drown.
The sweet cricket was tuning his romantic notes when you pulled the window closed.
The bumble bee full of honey humbly bumped you, squealing you swat the sky until its wings were too damaged to fly.
The ant hill, nearly rebuilt seemed the perfect place for you to plant your foot, the colony cried as they began to drag their dead brethren in.

What if these were your genies,
The wishes you wished.
The friends you needed,
but were so quick to squish.

SomeThingsSitSideways Sep 2013

History, You're Repeating Yourself

It is September 11
we are waiting on word from the White House
America waits as boots are polished
soldiers stand in salutation suited
so when the word is spoken,
there is no need to call for attention.

The students study in bliss
of yet being impacted by the shadows-
the cloth that covered the ground was thick
the death toll rose so quick
displaced children and debris
-it's not in their backyard so how much can they truly see?

The days are filling with images
videos being repeatedly rewound and replayed
the spirits breaking the last breathes leaving
so many souls were released
and so many are ignoring the news
afraid their brother, dad, or aunt may be on that first platoon.

A dozen years before
we were in a frenzy that felt something like this
but it was in our backyard.
We keep walking today, phones buzz with average chirps
but we are still waiting.
Silently, it seems we wait for the word to lead our weary flock.

SomeThingsSitSideways Sep 2013

Losing Something

The fingers moved in short stints
shyly, hungrily, pulling up and down
unsure the direction to navigate.

The skin tingled and agreed to the warmth
the hands awkwardly dancing the hair standing
and knowing the sound in your head is the blood in your heart.

The drive to lose the game play of childhood fantasy
to commit to adult life before knowing it always is and always will be
a game in which we have plenty more to lose.

SomeThingsSitSideways Sep 2013

The Fool Who See's Their Folly

It's twisting with time
knotting my insides
like a diamond in the rough
that's too tough to find.
The potion wearing off
covering my eyes with the cloth
of sins and sinister thought
feeling finally caught.

My mind won't rest
so why lie with the best?
Clear skies will never clear these eyes
and silver linings only shine
somewhere in the back of my mind.
A fool is the beholder
of this comedy, divine.

— The End —