#patches
I found myself at another shop, a ritual of mine,
pondering its wares, as if I were actually interested.
The whole song-and-dance was routine by now.
I finally got to the section I was wanting,
and the small bin sat there, waiting for me.
The mass of colors and styles and shapes and sizes
were making my selection difficult;
they all had such different appeals to them,
such different ways others would judge them,
judge me for wearing them.
After finding something to my liking,
I slipped it inside my jacket pocket,
already adorn with many of its brothers and sisters,
coming from several
different locations,
different times,
different people.
I hurriedly left, ignoring the cashier’s bored “see ya next time.”
At the food court, I sat, meeting with my friends.
I sit, observe as they speak.
Much like the bin at the shop,
I look for something in them.
A hobby,
an interest,
an accent even,
just to call my own.
Finally, a joke is made, relating to a teacher,
and I got it.
I smiled to myself,
ready to incorporate
what I had stolen from my friend.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC
life is like a patchwork, of various scenes
like the quilt you had, filled with so many things
the colors were bright with patterns mixed up
there were even flowers, sitting in a bright cup
the squares and the shapes made it dizzy to see
they told you a story in patterns of three
life is like that quilt, of patches I suppose
you go, and you go, seeing what life has chose
you never realize what you're about to conceive
just patches of time is what life is, I believe...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 289
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Patches the pirate.
Meek on the outside.
A titan on the inside.
Bringing win percentages up,
more than Rag shots can.
Shaking up aggro,
seasoning it with salt.
A legendary,
striking paralysing fear.
2 years across 7 seas,
in ladder- and touney-decks.
“Hahaha,”Ben Brode chuckled,
“I’m in charge” soon come to an end.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Rushing down the halls,
Grabbing the keys
Go.
Eyes burning, arms shaking,
Inability to concentrate on the road
*Faster, ******
He can barely breathe,
My little brown eyes
Hang in there buddy, come on.
Little body quivering,
Puppy eyes stare at me in fright
Its okay, lil' brown eyes, we love you.
Car slams on the breaks,
Doors rush open, full sprint inside
Stay with us boy, don't leave us.
Taken away, medically examined
Clock ticks by, slower..slower..
How long, How long does it take?
Doctors come and go
Paper work after paper work
I don't care, let me see my baby.
Little Puppy, comes back with delight
Medication given, and thankfully taken
You did it bud bud, you're still here.
Life is taken for granted
Once tugged at, we hold on tight
We love you, patches, thank you for staying.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
A rip has appeared
The fabric torn
A new piece pit in place
Whole again
But sooner or later
It's more patch than not
The original
Long forgot
Then only thread
Patches of patches of such
Is it even fabric now?
People seem to think
Patches never fail
But it can't last forever
Some even try
To use patched patches
To fix another
But all fabric
Wears thin
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
The little fur ball,
The one who is always excited to see me.
Running, Barking, Playing.
My little brown eyes,
The one who snuggles up to me when I'm sad.
Cuddling, Snuggling, Petting.
My little woof woof,
The one who barks at literally everything, but still makes me laugh.
Jumping, Rolling, Woofing
My pride and joy,
The little ball of fluff that stole my heart five years ago,
with his little woofs,
his sweet little face.
Even though the little nut is so much to handle,
He will forever and always will be,
my baby
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
She has sewn with love
patches on my heart,
covered those holes made
by others in my past.
She was gentle, dabbing
it with kindness, removing
the shrapnel of betrayal
that had put so many
holes with in my heart.
She sewed it with a needle
of love, she put feelings
in the patches that soothed
the rough parts so the
patches laid soft.
She had been gentle from
the start, to patch up the
holes from my past. She
had left a patch work patten
on my heart, for now love
could enter ,this was no
longer a heart with holes
but a patch work design
that was sewn with love.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC