"adhering" poems
Can you feel all the suffering, can you see it?
Stop embracing the hate of your own humanity, just quit it
Why all the hypocrisy?
Challenge your democracy
Aim for enlightenment
Fight against all ill torment
Oppression, alienation, inequality
The government's manipulative utilities
Explore your human aptitude
Your mind and your magnitude
Because passion is power and
You can make all evil cower
Work to open your third eye
Don't cry or comply, but rather ask "why?"
Empathy and compassion are most important
Without them, moral principles remain impotent
Our world is nothing compared to the entire universe
We are so small, egoistic, and it's getting worse
Focused on all of the wrongs ideals
Creating terrible and false ordeals
Our world is cruel and mean
Too many people die hungry
There's no such thing as equality or true justice
It does not exist in this realm of consciousness
If only we could shift the system and our ways
Then things would continue to fall into place
But change is virtually unachievable
Especially when entities with just intents are inconceivable
Human beings are clueless, trapped in a trance
Don't let yourself fall victim to your ignorance
You need to expand your knowledge and your perspective
Aim to be more pensive and introspective
Challenge absolutely everything you are told
Form your own beliefs, don't let your mind be controlled
Remove yourself from conformity and complacency
And you'll realize a multitude of problems, that I guarantee
*You can't trust anything
Hear what I'm saying
No you cant trust anything
Believing is damaging
Creating is everything, it's promising
Stop adhering to societal norms
Why do you conform
To all that
The government tells us
All that society spells for us
Why don't you realize
Wake up from all the lies
The world is an intricate place, that you can't replace
But you can change your ways and your pace
Create some displacement in the system
Stand up your rights
And what you believe in
Be genuine
Imagine
Not one person, thing, or system
Can tell us, control us, conform us*
With enough minds open and motivated
We can help those oppressed and alienated
We can change this race for the better
Let's all work to be that kind of trendsetter
Come on, let's start a movement
So we can see some real improvement
In our world, our ways, and our wisdom
But most importantly in the system
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Violin sonatas of gloom
Acoustics of desire
Play all at once
A peculiar compilation
An elegy of sorts
For yours truly
Welcome to life
Soak up the unrealised potential
Inflamed with rage
To this day
You walk this earth
With a strong conviction
You owe yourself something
You cannot deliver
Extreme self-expectations
Coupled with perfectionism
The fatal modus operandi
You continue adhering to
Goodluck with standing in the way
Of your own happiness
Thrive in your concentrated negativity
While seeking solace in one-liners
Of absolute ********
You maybe a joke
But you are hilarious
Oh, wait.. the joke wore thin
A dozen punchlines ago
You died 12 summers ago
It’s whatever
One day bitter and wilted
As you sit in a cold impersonal office
You will dream about the ocean
And mourn wasted youth
Today will be yesterday
Today is ruined
Tomorrow is dead.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
My dreams are filled with the rush
the freedom and the road
treading lines ahead of us
adhering too the code
The hum of radial tires
and the feel of your arms
burning with desires
passing fields and farms
It's not the rebel spirit
or the need to be untamed
not what others would permit
I'll never be ashamed
The heavens have no demand
that I will ever heed
as down the track my own command
the road, the wind, and you
fulfilling every
need
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Serenity my impractical refrain
What oceans I have seen could not contain you
Still from long ago
You sleep with sediment in caves of night
Aiding my excuse not to come rescue
While only you could rescue me
And iron out my body crumpled
To let us sleep with tidy sheets
Relived of grime and filth that has compiled upon my years
Believing I can live with out
A single decent peace of mind
Oppression now has swam up stream
And lurks between resembled shadows
Of the memories adhering only to your name
Oh serenity my impractical refrain
Through fault, from which I’ve been delivered
A bitter place I’ve built around my self
Know that amends are only spoken towards your name
Depleted, torn and strewn I simmer
Swept a ‘withered, for oppression now lies within
Arise a faint acknowledge towards me
If ever you wish to return
And I will tend my bed so rightly
For our sound sleep, together, healing burns
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we live for moments that will sweep us of our feets:>
And her pupils dilate betraying her detachment
She senses his invading into the crowd
She drips to her feet in confusion and curiosity
about that mysterious gleam adhering her
She tries to ignore but couldn't help
She yearns for the ocean eyes
She finds herself tensing to the touch of his gaze
that trickles a striking chill down her shoulders to her lower spine
And she melts with lust and entice
------ravenfeels
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Fleer
to grin or laugh coarsely or mockingly
have you fleered today?
or do you fleer the day
that your greatest fears will fleer
right in your face
I think it’s funny how the word
fear
sounds like
fleer
well not ‘funny’, per say, but in a dark ironic fashion
because, so often we fear to be fleered
we fear to hear cackling
that define our mistakes to be clear
but if you fleer at fear
then maybe,
just maybe,
fear will go away
if you laugh in its face and say
‘I won’t be fleered today,
but you, you fear, will fear the day,
that you become fleered in an adhering way
so stop making me fear and steer clear away
cause once the end is here it will be freaking clear as day
that you fear, were the real *****
the whole. entire. time.’
cause, really, fear just fears to be fleered as much as you do
so fear shouldn’t be feared because it’s just here to confuse you
because the ‘only thing to fear is fear itself’
but if you fear fear then it will trick you to believe something else
because we’re all deprived of the hope that our cards that are dealt
are just another way to make life a hell
so don’t fear, fear, look it straight in the eye
then turn away from fear
because there are miles ahead of you
that don’t involve fear, that involve confidence and security
and your journey is just about to begin
-Slang
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
Five for fighting
hands to the face
personal foul
player disgrace
Illegal contact
leap in the fray
willful head shot
leg astray
Encroachment defense
mouth guard out
roughing the passer
back field bout
Grounding the pigskin
mis-aligned
horse collar tackle
clip from behind
Knee on knee
offside end
unnecessary roughness
too many men
Gross misconduct
poke in the eye
hooking the shooter
sticks up high
Match ejection
over the top
face off folly
penalty shot
Unsportsmanlike conduct
chopping the block
slew foot infraction
hammer lock
Stick to the head
kick in the crotch
**** end jab
adhering the watch
Slashing the d-man
spearing the wing
running the keeper
back checking
Intentional grounding
stoppage in play
punching and hacking
delay of the game
Striking the ref
aggressor in fight
obstructing the line out
ear in a bite
Loss of downs
hands in the ruck
pinching and boarding
illegal upchuck
Rules of the battle
by the bye
pushing the limits
with a wink of an eye
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
No hope brought nor thought! Not from the dope or the pope! Or the imaginary rope, tightly around my throat. As I boast, as I note and quote! These bright, white halls and walls surround me in dumbfound! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... A squire in dire! A squire in fire and need! Shadow’s greed, conspiring too feed in desire, on my admire, inspire, perspire and wires. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and
lazy... Hey, they say I’m insane in the brain! Despite the real pain of the sprains and strain! Despite these wires I feel in my veins. In spite of the constant, existent, insistent and persistent rain. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... Forgotten directions, recollections and revelations.
Insecure affections and seducing reflections. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy
and lazy... Once more adhering, enduring, fearing the nearing, the infection, the rejection and injections! The ongoing detention and retention! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... At times I dread in my head! Those crimes and prime rhymes that sing of dreams, gleams, themes and things are not as they seem! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy…
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
I do not feel myself today
Stolen stunned sparkle sunned
Crystallizing adrenaline ***** hypertension maniac
Overwhelming in here. Crowded.
Always willing to be the first to jump
Potent love affairs with rushing wind and endless heights
Break apart.
Come undone.
Let go.
More surreal than tangible
Fading softly into the mist of kilauea
Great fire mother blessing me with the burning
Ablaze, a Phoenix from the flames, rising into the night
Bursting all over the constellations, adhering to the cosmos
Third eye open
Awed.
Amazed.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
I’m always hearing music
so I must be listening too close
Seeking answers in the lyrics
Adhering to every word spoke
It’s said that insanity is surely defined
Doing the same thing over and over again
I always find myself wanting to go back
and again, I find the means to an end
If I tried to run away
there would be a repeated proof
The asylum is ineludible
and I’m clearly crazy for you
Trying every method to remove
what the conductor put in me
Binding strings of a puppet master
inspired to play this symphony
The end of days may not come soon
but someday, in that palace of the sky
I’ll look in the directory
for the one with celestial eyes
I’ll ask for only five minutes
I’ll try to explain in the short time
All I was never able to find words for
in the world of yours and mine
Love for only giving, could have been
but, was too often unforgiving
Broken hearts simply tried to survive
but, life without you was not living
There was no peace where there was pride
and I’m not looking for alibies
But always found myself asking why
even apart, your happiness was mine
We promised it’s unconditional
but didn’t survive dark times
Silence as our backs turned
to conceal the cries
Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure
as I waited for a shooting star in the sky
What I gave to you is always yours
Till the end of time, this love abides
~
Scott Mitchell
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube
That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands,
I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins--
“Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation,
“Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them
To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.”
*“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle.
I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
They tried so hard to banish me
To eternal non-entity;
They resented my voice
They denied me a choice;
I had to be the type of soul
Adhering to their own goals.
The don’t care what we suffer
They speechify and don’t stutter.
They haven’t been secretive
About the way they’d have me live.
They bellow and bawl their mind
And little of it is anything kind.
They have no obvious compunction
Behind their every injunction.
They point and label me something odd,
Invoke a two thousand year-old god.
They drape themselves in our flag
And shout names like queer and ***
And tell us we are abominations
Not fit to live in Christian nations
But they forget that we all free
To choose what our religion will be.
In truth, they do not seem to care
About anyone’s opinion but theirs.
The hardest thing of all to bear
Is for all the venom they share
Is that this country has rules
That they ignore by being fools.
They want the right to tell us all
Who we can bring with us to the ball
And who we can love or marry.
What a heinous load for us to carry.
There may be nothing quite as egregious
As a congressman all sanctimonious
Who tells us we must not disparage
The sanctity of heterosexual marriage
Whether is his bride number three or four
That’s exactly what the Christianity is for
Because didn’t Jesus himself say
He didn’t want no homos today?
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
His mouth was a nuclear leak
(he fried his brain when he was 17)
And I can’t get the burning toxins off my skin
(and that is as far as he ever grew up)
Some of them have seeped in deeper, I can
(he’s amused by stick figure animation)
Hear them rupture the seams of my insides
(and the shuffling photos of his obsessions;)
My brain thankfully, is still intact
(his car, his clothes, his kids…and me)
Fighting this fight heroically
(my god, to be one of his children)
Anxiously looking over my shoulder
(he can’t keep a nanny for very long)
Refuting his demeaning accusations
(no one stays in his life who is not on payroll)
********* Narcissist
(but even they all quit eventually)
Still forgiving myself for letting it happen
(oblivious that his entourage disrespects him)
This antithesis-of-me-toxic-bath
(he is incapable of giving or deserving trust)
Disdained my beliefs and philosophies
(he still wishes he had his mullet of 1986)
Demanded my selflessness without return
(and the older woman he ****** in high school)
Reduced me to dismissible arm candy;
(immature alcoholic tantrums lie just)
The missing feature of his pride
(below the surface of every conversation)
And I can’t shake this feeling
(which speak exclusively of himself and his many impulses)
That I have truly met evil face to face
(or the stupidity of humanity who serve his whims)
Afraid to realize how narrowly I escaped
(his highest dream is to own a personal servant)
Except for the residue
(explains his demands clearly and concisely)
Adhering like burned on soap ****
(believes money and a big **** make him a man)
I feel like he will never, ever really be gone
(his reptilian brain controls every move)
That he will still try to own me or make me
(“I don’t want to be an ******* I’m just really good at it”)
Pay for refusing to surrender my soul
(funny, those words almost make me feel sorry for him)
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Some say she’s a maverick. She refuses to play by the rule, she’d rather create her own rule. Not that much of a rebel, just a bit free-spirited by heart.
Some say she’s a square peg in a round hole. A black dress amidst a wedding party. Ripped jeans among trousers. A pair of sneakers among pairs of high heels. A cup of tequila between white wines. But really, she’s only a misfit. She has always been one. An unorthodox individual living in a world where people must be the same in order to be freed of scrutiny. She isn’t afraid to cross the line of conformity. Even ever since she was little, she has always frowned upon the game of pretentious act that people around her have been playing. She often finds herself in question, for she is non-adhering to the idea of being a sheep flocking to the herd.
Some say she’s the epitome of late night shots taken by the distressed. Not as the last, desperate resort, but as the first aid.
Some say she’s the embodiment of the bitter aftertaste when you sip a cup of coffee that you got from a store stood on the roadside during your impromptu midnight road trip. She shows up by chance, looking plain as ever. But really, she’s a mild surprise once she gets her way into you. One that you might not expect.
Some say she’s a thorn wire disguised in vineyard. It isn’t quite easy to strip away of her self-defense. But once she’s provoked, she’s provoked.
Some say she’s a train wreck. And boy, weren’t they right. Her life might be a mess, but it is one hell of a beautiful mess she’s proudly living. If anything, she has mastered the art of living in perpetual, concomitant tragedies.
Some say she’s more of a goodbye than a hello. A bittersweet memory than a sugarcoated present. She’s never one of a dreamer, but she puts her hopes in the beauty of imperfections – of the feeling of loss. Experience has taught her not to make people her happiness, for they are but a fleeting moment of enchantment.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
I. Letter 1
You write of sitting in the cold
of anxiety about your grant
not coming & how you lonely
you are & how you'll send the money
for those jeans of yours she paid for
not wanting to come between
her & her mother
& of the growing
distance between you
such a poor, proud country boy
unwilling, still to give up
on what all see as a crazy dream
& talking of emigration
& how you couldn't find
the book she wanted
in the shops, for it was sold out
A letter to your English girlfriend never sent
& poignant all the more for it
I.I Letter 2
You write of your concern
for us, my mother & me,
praying we have enough to eat
saying you wish you were there
to stand in hopeless Russian food queues
for us and how hard it is to be so helpless
You talk of shouting on the phone
& how you didn't mean to do it
& of how love and pain are two sides
of the same coin & how when
you & my mother talk you never
say anything much, just talk about the Museum
& dinosaur bones & how mad this is, how wrong
my mother would say those bones
were your reason for your so-called love
that she should have seen the naked ambition in your eyes
that of a man used to poverty, reaching for more
aiming for notoriety, whilst lying of love
I.I.I Letter 3
You call my mother ' Princess'
(my mother doesn't know this is cliche)
& talk of British superstitions
such as black cats being unlucky
& ask why Russians think
asking for photographs
of people is unlucky
a superstition my mother doesn't recall
when I ask her about it now
Black cats, is that why I ended
up in hospital in Britain
in a land of the free robbed of my freedom
because we had a black cat?
I always thought them lucky,
adhering to the Russian superstition
I guess I might have been wrong
back then you talked of emigration
of wanting to move to Russia to be with us
I.V Letter 4
I can mostly only imagine it
from my mother's words
your letter to her who was 23
named ' Lily' after the flower of death
bringing the death of our family
She calls you ' Day-Day'
like your youth's English girlfriend
in your mid-life crisis
you've turned into a poet
& are talking of your secret
love & nursing memories of love-bites
all else is dust & forgotten
you'd later cry on the Chinese hotel
bed in front of your wife, my mother
' how can I refuse these offerings'
& eleven years go by
occasionally we talk on the phone
it's something you don't deserve
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
"Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus, adhering to rules, to rules, to rules."
Baptized once again at 31
you were dressed in an apron of glory
purple-inked and gas-filled
a ******** carved inside your head
Withering in the basement at the age of 10
you took the blade as a best friend
a walking miracle, a providence
you were a tempest of silent wails
Ariel has made a banshee out of you
the world is going up in a shriek
but your head never went with it
an epoch later; you're in holy flames
A golden lotus crescendos in the ground
stripped of the chance to see your Ariel grow
the bell jar is inhabited by some
my patriotism has been ablaze
O' American Isis
I grant you now the discretion you desired
you don't have to adhere to rules anymore
The universe is coming by your side
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
"looking at the future of your creation...
when creation is the art of being in the moment"
~program notes from the Grand Finale, a dance by Hofesh Schecter, choreographer, composer~
<•>
*as one who makes their living, affirms their existence,
by staring at the blue-white screen,
a blank black backdrop, an empty stage,
a blue lined spiral-notebook, stationary store fresh
thinking only of the inky black commandment of
what next -
a contradiction comprehended with perfect understanding,
for the composition unborn unimagined yet
shaping, chafing, child birthing, will be seeded thru
many tiny moments of webbed connected secretions,
imaging the whole, yet the future arrives serialized as drops,
slow and singular, additive and adhering, even addicting
throw them all up to the ceiling tableau,
a letter, a note, a visionary imagery
of many dancers bodies
in photo time-lapse time captured
what sticks, what returns, the returns
needy of refurbishment, a fresh dice throw,
the retrofitting of a new combination moment
thus the future forms, the wet moments fill the crystal glass,
spilling over, spilling out from within, when all spent,
all the next moments are silent, water stilling,
le futur est arrivé,
but the individuals that are its construct,
wave friendly to you, asking do you remember me,
tenderly, parentally, I concede to each their birthright,
how they transversed from the past,
presented into the future, only to arrive in
the here and now,*
as a present to us all
11/11/17 8:55am
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Overwhelming, bitter, unsteady
Alcohol burned my nostrils
Wisps of the scent crawling
Crawling through my sinuses
Lodging in my nervous system
Obscuring the thoughts
Adhering to the brain
Your choice affects me.
And though it may seem strange,
Such a way of delight enters me
When you speak my name.
We dance with a dance
That is not our own
Statistical, recycled, frequent
Beer bottles chipped, flutes shattered
From slamming against the coffee table.
You twirl me towards a wine glass.
Blood seeps from the shards
Staining crimson, the carpet of facade.
Acidic from heel to bunion,
Daddy no longer dances.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot
the next day, they say
My birthday is on the 19th
the rioters won't be quiet
come what may
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not adhering to my diet
that bittersweet day
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not so happy about it this year
My birthday is on the 19th
the next day fills me with fear
My birthday is on the 19th
can't be near those I hold dear
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot, they say
come what may, the 19th is my day
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
We're both the same element
but she's wildfire
and I'm a weapons maker
the tempered blacksmith
too distant in his own work
over planning a "good use"
for all my passions
I presumed to craft a spear
150,000 ft at least
I'll **** and **** away in silence
sipping coffee in my low hearth haven
In hopes you wonder how I really feel
and perhaps spill fire willy-nilly
embers annoying friends and family
catch the drapes inadvertently
Will this distance vow we agreed upon without metaphor
be mended through silent adhering
Or is the Lady of the Ram waiting
for a golden armor gesture
Where I appear unannounced
and we'll turn your wild fire into iron flowers
For now, I stare at my forge
going blind.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Sun begins its rise, taking baton from setting moon
Freak closes curtain, sealing darkness within his room
Compulsive habits draw and push, metering this tune
Addict sees the devil, meandering wide labyrinth
Drunkard finds green fairy within precious Absinthe
Religious zeal is just a steal from place called Nazareth
Judging from the junkies, who line up on the street
Methadone clinics make perfect meet and greet
Cops are robbers, faking stats, keeping rule of their own beat
Faithful followers of god-pill-poppers do it just the same
All the people seeking steeples, much, much the same
When will devotee know a drug by any godly name?
It all goes round and in this town, martyrs everywhere
Adhering doom upon a tomb, getting closer there
What we don’t know is soon to show a resemblance of somewhere
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Africa my Africa
The giant rock on the river bank
Yes! Africa the lover of her nations
The giant of all continent
Africa the lover of culture
In Africa, culture communicates…
beauty and love.
Have you seen our wrappers?
The magnitude of her colours is so adhering
See the beauty of our caravan
The movement from place to place,
Yes we're gipsies!
The momentum of our brotherhood
And love in our diversity
Africa the lover of all tribes
And giver of livestocks
Mama, the best in humanity and culture
Let's talk about art...
Have a look at our vast nature
That my dear is art itself
The beautiful seas of green
The alluring spirits of the canvas
The beauty in the artist pen
Bringing out the best images in art, beauty and culture
When you talk about culture and heritage,
I call for your hearing...
Africa
Mother that won't give up her brotherhood
You speak about peace and love?
I'll tell you about Africa… which after many wars, still keeps her children
She's a plate that dish out love and affection in her own language not minding your understanding
Yes we're Africans. And we know humanity, love and culture.
I don't know what part of the world you are from.
But here in Africa, we speak in culture and style.
Bellah.
Dec 21, 2022
Dec 21, 2022 at 12:24 PM UTC
It couldn't get any worst.
Use to be a shadow in the corner,
a few steps behind me,
never close yet always in my line of sight.
Its darkness mimicking the
movements of my body.
Day or night,
the thing that never sleeps
it weeps in laughter as it creeps
each time closer, closer
slithering its way up my bed
as I clutch the blanket and tightly
shut my eyes in vain.
Tonight it sits by the edge of my bed
staring
staring
waiting in the darkness for me.
My heart is in my ears
a scream between my teeth,
I try to pray but remember I've forgotten,
I've got no more faith.
It's ragged raspy breath echoes in the void
of my alien room
and it just sits there
as my frustration and fright grows
a bit madder and wild each ticking second.
Morning comes
the sun raises from the crust of the earth
I've not slept a wink.
Yet, I've got to follow my day pretending
not to see the beast getting each time closer.
Remember I said it couldn't get worst?
Sorry, I lied.
Its bony,clammy hand has grasp my ankle.
Tonight will be longer,
the frigidness of its ebony, wispy hand seeps slowly
through my skin.
And once more as dawn breaks through my window
I am not relieved because its putrid hand has left
a dark imprint on my skin.
This routine continues,
I am becoming the shadow of its figure.
Its madness is dyeing me of darkness.
Scrubbing beneath the steam of the water won't make
its mark wane.
I understand now.
It is possessing me,
slowly,
bit by bit,
adhering to my body
until all I see is ebony in the mirror
and I know I've got to bleed this beast
out.
So, I take a blade and begin the process
trying to rid and purify my body
of this malign creature.
But they don't understand me!
They won't let me carve out this
madness!
I try and try but they come and stop me.
My mother, the men in white robes,
everyone is against me
letting the beast reclaim my sanity!
I'm confined within these walls,
together with this creature
but they feed me little pills
and I forget why this all began.
Sometimes, I hear my mother and a man
whisper of silly things,
they say the depression gave away to schizophrenia
but they don't really understand
because they have not looked behind
to the shadows lurking on their backs.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
My mind’s tape rewinds to seasons of impromptu travel.
Watermelon juice adhering to chins and freckled legs.
Bike rides.
Scraped knees oozing sanguine fluid.
Hot nights.
Swimming. Open eyes. Chlorine burn.
Hiking all morning; burgers in the afternoon.
Cheeks mimicking the color of Red Delicious apples.
Sparkling eyes reflecting the burst of fireworks.
Teasing cousins and word-spinning aunts.
Snow Cones dyeing tongues blue coconut blue.
They were happy young Summers,
Happy young Summers.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC