#30daypoetrychallenge
One day
Bitter change
Slowing down circumstances
Under the sun the ground is quaking
I should not open the door
We're on the edge of the sea
Summer sensation
Secrets always surface where the light hits the sand
Set your sights without asking
Shooting stars beyond the landscape of your inner life
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
It is true that fresh air is good for the body
It's not so good for air freshener companies
Stop only denying oxygen to overpolluted cities
Blinded by spectrums of little trees in each color
Get the **** out of your car and into reality
You can't live in your head instead of on Earth
And this is our body
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
Life is such a simple thing
At 18 years of age
When you have just bought your first car
A black 95' Ford Tempo
Reconstructed title
License plate boldly bearing the name "WRECK"
Keys pressed eagerly into an excited palm
As you head home to learn how to drive a manual
You never ever did get good at operating a stick shift, did you?
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
You own already
When you love me like a hero
All you need to rescue me
Have the power to make me less than zero
One last time I return to the crime scene
Nothing to take me away
Sadness gives tears to wash conscience clean
I will leave the darkness one day
They weren't brave enough to face danger
I am nothing that's worth saving
Nothing is worth losing for a stranger
Can't be stopped from caving
A sense of justice found in destruction
My surface is scratched and muddy
Pain teaching specific instructions
******* nothing to nobody
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Waiting quietly in line at the age of nine
Wet hair clinging to nervous skin
Remembering previous summers
Past attempts I failed to swim
To pass you must bring yourself
To the water trampoline and back to the dock
Then tread water for thirty seconds
By then arms feel like rocks
My friends wished me luck
Before into the water I leapt
Pushed my muscles through the cold
As I surfaced from the murky depths
I reached the looming yellow island
Turned around, feet on the ladder, and kicked
I used that small bit of extra momentum
To keep paddling though lungs constrict
When I find myself back at the wooden dock
Then final countdown starts
Each cell in my body is aching
This is the last and hardest part
Fighting with the freezing lake
The test is nearly done
Just as I am about to give up
5..4..3..2..1!
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
I let it build up too long again.
The bin is overflowing with stinky garbage and now a simple chore has become a huge ordeal.
If I could regularly dispose of all the toxic negative thoughts accumulated in my brain it would be a relatively easy process.
But I procrastinate until all the insecurities, fears, and anger become too heavy to lift
So I drag the big black bag behind me as it leaves a trail of stinky slime in it's wake.
I get rotten trash juice all over my hands as I dump all my emotions onto paper.
When it's all taken out and empty and I am exhausted
I put in a new liner and let the trash begin piling up again.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
I raised my hopes amazed
From dust to package and ******
Blinded by charms into your arms
Forced to watch now without affecting the how
Twisting restlessly beneath sea
Doesn't matter if they scatter or drop and shatter
Heard them fall and not hurt at all
Crashing is nothing new in fact it's why I grew
Another crack won't cause a heart attack
If my hopes weigh too much that's okay
Let them go to be swept below
I will pick up the pieces and use glue to stick
Until every single hope I own is ready to once again fly
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
I will leave the darkness one day
Nothing to take me away
I am nothing that's worth saving
Can't be stopped from caving
A sense of justice discovered in destruction
Pain teaching specific instructions
Sadness gives tears to wash my conscience clean
One last time I return to the crime scene
They were not brave enough to face danger
Nothing is worth losing for a stranger
******* nothing to nobody
Surface is scratched and muddy
When you love me like a hero
Have the power to make me more than zero
All you need to rescue me
You own already
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
For one yesterday I would trade every tomorrow
Anyone if I could have you
Been looking for a way to make this exchange
No one seems to have a clue
I provoke sorrow with memories
They can make old wounds bleed
Choking them or stretching them out
Senses shakily blurred indeed
Stomach twisting from nostalgia
I watch pictures from the past
I'm left with traces of regret
Do I hold or let go fast?
These demons desire my surrender
Pretend I'm winning the fight
Straining muscles just to stand
Invited to wave a flag white
Feel cathartic
Nearly on the brink
Emotions high when I sink back
Was used to the ache of remembering
Failed being an amnesiac
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
I see you everywhere but beside me,
the one place that I need you the most.
I don’t know if you’ve just felt like hiding,
but it feels like I’m being stalked by a ghost.
I think of my life consisting of just time biding,
with parasitic emptiness and I’m the host.
This hits me like waves I am meant to be riding,
and it follows me persistently from coast to coast.
The grass didn’t seem so green back then
I guess all that constant rain did pay off,
‘cause now this little future’s just a casual friend,
and my god looking back the past was soft.
It’s not like I always want to be drenched in sorrow,
I find I look much better in brown, blue or grey,
you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
I hear every voice but yours in my ears,
the deafening noise has made me forget that sound,
since I’ve heard that sweet melody it’s been too many years,
and every other pitch makes my static brain pound.
I’m always biting my lip but now I’m fighting tears,
I shake my head side to side and around.
I’m quickly losing stamina from battling my fears
and now looking forward to my hole in the ground.
The skies never seemed clear and blue back then,
it turns out that I was the creator of each cloud,
I’m hoarding past calendars so that I can pretend
that I’m back in time and making everyone else proud.
If you’ve got a hour or two that I can borrow,
I swear I’m good for it and whatever price; I’ll pay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
I feel you all over, laced in everything,
if it wasn’t such a curse, it’d be a gift.
You’re the peace in winter and the hope in spring,
you’re the summer sun and autumn’s winds so swift.
I’m relieving every memory, looking for a place to cling,
I remember all of the details but the clarity is now adrift.
Side to side, back and forth, I constantly swing,
it pulls and drags me down but it can also give the highest lift.
The sun never seemed to shine right back then,
but maybe I was just too busy looking for artificial light.
I was never one for second looks but I should’ve searched again,
because everything I wanted was already in my sight.
So I plant a seed hoping it will eventually grow
and I sculpt all I wish for with clay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
It is snowing in Alaska
That might sound obvious
Since we're halfway through November
But its only really snowed once
Our state should be covered in flour
Like pie dough or potato bread
Instead we have a light sprinkling
Of dandruff on our northern head
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
1.) Temptation from other women doesn't worry because all free time is spent together
2.) Being with the only person on Earth who can match your twisted sense of humor
3.) Not eating the last slice of pie so they can eat it instead is considered a romantic gesture
4.) You accept eachother for the ******** you have become without judgement
5.) Whenever you can't find something they know exactly where to look and vice versa
6.) They can order for you at a restaurant/bar without being told what to order first
7.) They make appointments for you because they know about your irrational fear of talking on the phone
8.) In return, you fill out all paperwork because his handwriting isn't always legible
9.) The word "awkward" doesn't exist in your vocabularies so you always have a second opinion on those personal subjects
10.) They always know how to make you crack a smile NO MATTER WHAT!
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
"All you need is love"
-The Beatles
If there is one thing we need in life
It is not water, food, or air
Money, power, success, or fame
But somebody to be there
We do not need talent, luck, or skill
Or all the above
The single essential in life
We cannot exist without is love
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Stripped bare of foilage
Stark branches sway naked
Seasons stole garments
Bright colors dully faded
Shivering in Autumn breezes
Wearing only dainty underwear
Waiting for snowfalls evening gown
To cloak bark from nature's stare
Curled toes tucked deep in cold hard earth
Fingers outstretched toward sky
Limbs too weak for ascending
Dried blobs of sap tears cried
My trunk hollowed out inside
Empty soul a hopeless pit
Green replaced by yellows and browns
Decayed leaves shedding bit by bit
Stress puts tension on boughs
Wood weakened under weight
Growing old as time increases rings
Til this dying tree completely breaks
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
I miss licking strawberry-flavored suckers on the school bus
Gossiping who John kissed and wishing it was us
Passing notes in class-we didn't give a ****
The location of Africa or Amsterdam
The only sponge worried about was SpongeBOB
Wasn't our responsibility to clean, cook, or get a job
"Stinky **** Head" was the most insulting name
Mario unanimously was the best video game
As kids we frolicked fast, funloving, and free
Uncaring if our homemade tire swings were rickety
Doodling margins of each battered schoolbook
A time where if caught in a fight you got let off the hook
Being happy for no reason is what i miss about childhood the most
Awakening to my favorite breakfast made by Dad-french toast
I would jump out of bed looking forward to school
Bringing lunch packed in a brown paper bag was cool
Now I hate opening my tired eyes
This planet transformed into one I despise
Once upon a time I felt whole and strong though so small
Today I'm much bigger but feel nothing at all
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
I make the best of whatever life throws at me no matter how much it puckers my lips
Tangy drops of nectar meet a H2O sea with a sugar beach and ice cube glaciers
Garnished as always with a bit of bitter zest and vioĺa! That's how I make Amanda's Unlucky Lemonade
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
Sanctuary found
Support and recognition
Second family
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
Welcomed by Mother's well-meaning embrace
Touch tender as a trap could be
How could my poor mother know?
The path laid for her precious baby?
Naivety must have rendered her blind
To awful truths of this life
Pain is inevitable for everyone
No one escapes sorrow and strife
A happy bubble flourished years I was small
Raised a sweet girl who made her proud
Four members of a perfect family
Tucked in each night warm, safe, and sound.
Had riches beyond measure when I was young
I treated it like dirt
Ungrateful for blessings owned
I'd never experienced hurt
Time unwillungly thrusted me forwards
Stole innocent hours one by one
After that problems rushed swiftly in
Unappreciated happiness forever done
Heartbroken heaviness settled in my bones
Weight growing larger still as days go by
If mom had paused to really think her decision through
Would she have chosen to birth a daughter who would rather die?
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
Working hard is what we do
Each day this place we show up to
Selling pie and pastries too
Wiping tables when we're through
That's just life for me and you
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Autumn is a subtle thief
Moseying in then out so brief
A swift taker of all things emerald and bright
No burglar alarm will keep safe the light
Daring to steal the warmth off your face
A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
I looked as you got out from the house
I was suddenly swayed by your manliness
So lovely and rugged in your checkered shirt
Dark beard so scruffy and muscles so rippling.
You slowly walked towards me like a panther
The birds suddenly sang ting a ling a ling ding ****
You slowly stretched your arms and whispered
Huh? But I cannot hear what you say, what is it?
Are you going to **** me at this very moment?
With just your looks you can but I beg you don’t!
You sized me up and down and I was scared but then
Thank goodness you are simply a Lumbersexual.
You opened the zipper of your worn-out jeans
Ooohh! What a huge “hatchet” you have there
You poured everything and I accepted silently
I cannot complain nor retreat for I am just a tree!
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Your name sounds like John Lennon
But you make my mouth water more
I feel giddy when squeezing you hard!
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
March for freedom my dear countrymen!
Let our love be spilled on our motherland
Our sweat and tears shall fall on her *****
Marks of our valor shall grow in its gardens.
Raise highly the red flags in our battleships
Waive the colors that symbolize our passion
Men, women and children stand up to fight
In unity we will sing our songs of freedom!
Drop the bombs of hope from our planes
To be discovered by the future generations
Their mouths shall be filled by our melodies
They shall enjoy the peace that today we fight for!
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
Oh dear cousin who is a sister to me
With a name sounds like a Marian nun
Who works for the poor, with the poor
But who is never ever poor in everything
Guide me with your kindness and affection.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Love is a horrible and terrible word
In war and peace do not bind the cord
Volatile and futile strings of golden discord
Dawn of confusion and occasional madness
And some dose of perpetual sickness
Wandering soul and mind in darkness
Never let it take the scales of your blindness.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC