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Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
An old to do list
Fading college radio
I'm leaving my home
Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
As the day's sunlight begins to lack
I come closer and closer to the crack
For though I swore not
It seems to be ought
What hell will it be to go back
I swore I'd do everything to stay out of my home and in school for years, so that I could be independent and stay away from a family with dysfunctional relationships. I rarely talk to them, and when I do I keep contact short and relatively vague. My life has been far from perfect, and I still have serious mental issues, but I'm IMMEASURABLY better off in pretty much every aspect of my life except access to decent Italian and Polish food now that I've been out of the house and on my own for the past two and a half months. But I guess I have to go back for thanksgiving and winter breaks because the university won't let students stay on campus unless they pay extra. Hopefully Hulu and Youtube will help me keep everything together.
I began the journey alone,
And only God knows where it ends.

I walk through the valley with God’s words,
Alone in my heart.
I met the wild cats and thought of them as companion,
Until I run out of food,
And I became a meal to them.

On a plain landscape of short grass,
All seems well,
Until the storm decides to join in,
With thunder at each turn,
I lay down and holding on to myself,
I pray to the Lord for it to pass.

I crossed the rivers,
I walked through the valley,
And climbed mountains,
My trust lays with the Lord.
As I climb the mountain,
And made an altar for the Lord,
I kneel down praying and for a reason I wait,
Then I felt to reach out my hand behind,
And I touched you.
A touch so cold and hot,
That it felt unbelievable.
As I turned my eyes,
I saw the beauty of a rose,
I saw the shinny of the sun,
I saw a glimpse of the two moons with stars,
It took a moment for me to realize it’s you.

You look like me,
But you are not me,
You dream like me,
You put your trust in the Lord.

I thank God every day,
That I have you in this journey.

May my heart sing God’s presence every day.
May my soul worship day and night,
For he has done marvelously,
May my mind think of his loving glory each day.
I thank God for you.
Sometimes thanking God may be the greatest thing the heart may need
pri Sep 2018
i can hear it now -the pine needles making a soft carpet and the leaves rustling,
dancing with their partners and laying with the soft crunches.
and there were rivers, rustling along the beds and laughing,
growing deeper and flowing to the sea.

we’d pile in the car, and run through the forest,
let the cool air kiss our faces, run shivering to warm buildings,
drink the warm cider and wrap scarves around each other.
it was warmer than summer would ever be.

i can see it now -the sunlight streaming through the trees,
trees and rivers i learned to make time for,
and us holding hands as we looked for directions,
the road stretching before us and hills rolling with golden leaves.

sunlight streamed through my classroom windows,
as i ran to school in boots, stepping towards my friends,
sitting huddled with each other,
because we felt whole.

i can smell it now -the fires, soft and warm and comforting.
we’d stop at these towns, low river towns, and look around in awe.
how could you live here, where the leaves are always gold? where the cold river runs so deep?
where the drink are so warm? where the clouds hang above you?

have you seen the sea in autumn? it turns grey and the sky grows cold. yet, the boat rides,
in the stinging sea air, seem all the more fun. and yet, the market smells all the more warm,
as the children walk around in wonderment,
gloved hands clutched tightly with their parents.

i can breathe it in now -the loneliness of a world that seems to be in it’s twilight,
but in reality is simply content to drive the mornings away, stopping to see cold buildings,
and allow the leafy afternoons to sink into an evening, where the lamps turn on,
and we sit in watch the stars in the gorge at night.

now, i remember, how much i loved all of you. we could listen to soft banjo music,
eat our sandwiches in the warm car, dress up and step into the autumn chill,
we’d explore any village and taste their hot chocolate, then stay as long as we wanted.
and then we’d move on.
to my family.
inspired by: pale nov. dew (the dead tongues)
Jo Barber Apr 2018
And those arms,
they were big enough for us all,
though you wouldn't have thought it by looking at them.
One ****** Thanksgiving night,
when all the other children slept
turkey-filled dreams,
we wept in those arms.
She wrapped us tight,
so that the events of the night
wouldn't hurt us any longer.
One ******, Thanksgiving night,
she did her best to make everything all right.
Sophia Crocker Feb 2018
Thanksgiving day.
One we truly can not forget.
With the thin air of winter coming through,
The mist cold and wet.
The candles burn bright,
As we dig into this neat feast.
Our faces stuffed up,
Until we can not eat.
We are thankful for everything that would take too long,
Just to say.
Oh we are thankful for it all,
On Thanksgiving day.
Quick write poem I did in creative writing class about Thanksgiving (5 minute write). Let me know if you have any helpful poetry suggestions. I would love to hear some!
Emily Jennie Jan 2018
A four hour drive to the land of steady habits
A glass of wine turns into eight
A late drive through the mountains
We're no longer in the garden state.

A card game spread across the table
Family here and family afar
Songs of Johnny Cash and Willie
A familiar face of a one eyed pup
Cats scattering across the floor
A bed under the teeth of the piano
And Christmas lights on the stairs.

The clock strikes twelve
We're watching a family of raccoons eat their Thanksgiving dinner
While everyone else is asleep.
11/ 24/ 17
Matt Shepp Nov 2017
It's been about a week since the divorce finalized.
Sleep has fled my eyes, and I've wanted to cry
So emotional tension can leave me and let be myself and I.

Is there any other reason to steer clear
Of my co-worker's relationship troubles and fear
While on the outside I smile and pretend to hear
Than to continue being friendly over a beer?

At least I've got a financial break.
I've got a lot of money to make
Waiting tables for five days. It can take
A lot out of me, but it's worth the physical pain at stake.
My knees are sore, and my feet might break
From all the walking. And from putting up with all kinds of stupid requests and complaints
It's a wonder I don't get baked.

At the end of the day, I may not thrive,
But I'm lucky I still got a will to survive.
So this Thanksgiving week I didn't crash drive
When I could have, and it makes me glad to be alive.
I think this poem is modeled on Eminem's a capella rap format and style.
morseismyjam Nov 2017
my dog stands barking by the door
his nails click on the tile floor
the air outside the house is chill
if i dont walk him no one will

after vast quantities of food
the familys in a sleepy mood
as im awake i must now go
& round the block pace to and fro

the trees are bare the wind is cold
i cant believe i was cajoled
to walk this small ungrateful beast
while all the rest on turkey feast
pretty much my life
William Marr Nov 2017
the turkey stretches his n--e----c-------k
unleashing praises stuffed in his breast
like a rapid-fire machine gun

when the next Thanksgiving
is still far off
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