#alphabetpoetry
Everyday he used his tools
to work on a fence.
He hammered and sawed
and hoped to God
that he would not cause offense.
To his neighbors,
to his friends,
he just could not let them see
how much he had let his yard
become overrun with weeds.
His heart was too weak
to deal with the stares
of people who said they cared.
So he built a fence
that was ten feet high
around his yard
around his mind.
He hammered in that last nail
to the beat of his pounding heart.
As the clouds gathered overhead
and he realized that it was getting dark.
He pushed himself up hastily
but he tripped over his own feet.
His hands covered in splinters
while he felt his heart shatter
he dropped to the ground
ignoring the clatter
of the wood and the nails
that flew from his hands.
His crippled heart skipped a beat.
The rain started to fall
and he forced himself to his feet.
He sprinted into his home
as his splintered heart hammered
in his shaking chest.
He sat down on his couch
forgetting his tools outside
and the whole mess.
Weeks then months then years passed by
and people who wandered the streets.
Saw a fence that went up one night
start to decay before their very eyes.
...
"What happened to the man who lived in that house?"
"I know the answer."
"You do?"
"I do."
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
*You lost it
...
The pre-dawn sky still held stars
and she shivered beneath their cold light.
Arms crossed against the weather
eyes darting, yet her posture is held tight.
The stars light up the sidewalk
and her darting eyes look tired.
She sighs glancing at the ground once more
then checks how much time transpired.
Her hand touches her ear
checking to see if she missed it.
It's still not there and the night is fading,
yet she doesn't want a replacement.
Her hand falls to her side with a thud
and her heels clack loudly.
She's done what she could
yet there's a risk paid for acting proudly.
She didn't look back to the grass
where a small object reflected the starlight.
The earring was there
but it was fading away with the night.
...
It isn't the only thing I lost.
.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Take the keys and drive
and drive and drive
don't look back just drive.
The girl cruised down the highway
hanging onto the wheel
foot pressed hard on the accelerator
forcing her eyes to stay open.
Drive away, drive away, drive away.
The car can only go so fast.
Why can't this feeling of freedom last?
As the gas light blinks on
the girl blinks her eyes hard
and looks to the horizon once more.
She is not far enough away yet
but the need to leave is stronger
So she ignores the light
eventhough it's wrong.
Racing at a speed deemed unsafe
especially with the gas light on.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC