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May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Lawrence Hall

“…the war…often seems to have happened to someone else.”

-C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

A pickup truck beside a Navajo road
Tables of souvenirs, a Thermos of coffee
Clotheslines of dreamcatchers catching the sun
For now; the dreams must wait for sleepless hours

“You were in Viet-Nam,” the old man said
To another old man. No mystery;
He simply took a chance to make a sale
And did, for both had known the Vam Co Tay

Old men along the road, catchers of dreams
Who burned their chances in the long ago

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Seasons Greetings

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

TexasRambler

Seasons Greetings

These ******* winter months always chills me to the bone.
We would have been together by three years next month.
No one else has been able to keep my heart warm ever since.

My grandfather is slowly losing his mind and he can’t stay himself.
In just a few more years I’ll be entirely alone without a family.
Those Christmas decorations are like flashing neon signs at a funeral.

All of my holiday cheer is pure ******* it’s been a con for a long time.
The future approaching me is grim but I figure that I deserve all of this.
I’m used to dancing with the dead anyways.

“Merry ******* Christmas I might see you again next year.”
I told my reflection in the smudged mirror.

#merry #christmas #holidays #cheerful

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

The Definition of Insanity

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

TexasRambler

The Definition of Insanity

Why did it turn out this way?
I’m alone, *****, and bitter.

I can’t stand how you found happiness.
But thats what I wanted all that time ago.

I’ve always have been a ******* at heart.

What destroyed me had felt so good in the moment.
It’s almost funny really.

I’m breathing but still far from truly living.

Yet your just **** full of life and energy.

But I know if I relived it over I would still make the same choices.
Because I always loved you way more than me.

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

A Simple Miscalculation

May 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

TexasRambler

A Simple Miscalculation

He’s six and he can’t do anything right.

The humiliation and shame of failure swelled up in his chest.

A pencil was almost worthless because his hands are close to useless.
He was outcasted by the teacher away from the other kids every single day.

No one had taught him how to read and the page was completely alien.

He couldn’t sleep at night no matter how hard he tried and he was spanked.
Deep down he only wanted to please his mother but he simply couldn’t.

Although he was “gifted” in a few ways he was incompetent in most others.

He could never make her proud so he had just to erase her from his mind.
She was dead and now ****** only to exist in the past.

The boy knew he was a burden and was only a mistake that was too late to be fixed.
For a time simply existing was a state of intense remorse.

No matter the punishments or pain inflicted on him the guilt still lingered.

He knew that he truly didn’t deserve love.
But he wanted it so badly from those who cant give it.

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Untitled

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Graff1980

Untitled

The wind bends the tall brown stalks
of some unknown plant that I
am unable to identify.

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

TO THINK

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Hannah Marr

TO THINK

it is odd to think that
                                   time isn't real
but it is more odd to believe
                    that it is

          if time was real
it would be a walk in the park to
turn back the clock to
fix a little mistake and
put things in place to
your satisfaction

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                              it is odd to think that
          life has an end destination
but it is more odd to believe
that it doesn't

          if life didn't have a end destination
     there would be no point to
going to school to
      prepare for a journey and
         for a satisfying life in order to
leave an impact

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                           it is odd to think that
                    people can change
but it is more odd to believe that
people can't

if people couldn't change
it would be difficult to
find the will to
put effort into friends and
        a future partner one day to
    spend your life with

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it is odd to think that
written words can leave a mark
but it is more odd to believe
that they can't

if written words couldn't leave a mark
what would be the point of this poem?

h.f.m.

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

NATIVE THOUGHT

Apr 2018 Ian Lewis Copestick

Hannah Marr

NATIVE THOUGHT

my native language is thought
and so spoken/written/signed language
frustrates me to no end

words do no justice
to what is in my head
like a photograph of a sunrise
taken with the first camera
or a drawing
of the northern lights
by a toddler

i am a novice when it
comes to voice/expression/communication
my thoughts become disjointed when
they leave my head
through my mouth/pen/hands

i cannot make myself understood
i cannot understand myself

hey, to whatever higher power is listening,
developing telepathic abilities would be nice about now

h.f.m.