"conserve" poems
Maybe it was Best for this Reindeer-Line
To Fix what should have been Fixed since ages
Or tie this Noose which lost all its Define
Then nod dearly at those Long-Horned Rages
But how, Prince, could you bear this Entropy
Even when Tories tell you to Conserve?
Such Lust, needled to their Empathy
May have Forgotten what you long Deserve
Twice that Life-Spoken Meme; And now the Third
Gushes well-rained Merriments from this Cloud
Pray, that soon admit this Settlement, heard
And invest their Songs and Prayers out Loud.
Come, take this Hymn, and sing-along with me
How greatly Petitioned; Yet not to Be.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
When I hear the words “marching band”,
I think of 4 am’s eating donuts on the bus,
Piled in big heaps to conserve warmth,
Not caring who we were laying on.
I think of lips on fire,
Sectionals that drag on and on in
The scorching sun, and staying
At attention for longer than you can bear.
I think of impossibly quick changes into uniforms,
Asking your friends to zip you up,
Band moms wiping off bibbers and shoes,
And when you’re all ready, realizing you didn’t put on your mic.
I think of falling on turf during
25 mph wind gusts, hearing the hail smash your instrument,
Not being able to feel your face,
But knowing you have to play on just the same.
I think of eating at weird times,
Breakfast at 4 am, lunch at 10 am, and supper at 10 pm,
But knowing that when you get you get a chance to eat,
The band dads have got you covered.
I think of laughing so hard on the bus
You’re crying, sobbing even, sprawled across
Your best friends, and you think you’ll never calm down
Enough to ever play your instrument again.
I think of the drum majors’ voices yelling
LEFT LEFT LEFT
Over and over again until the freshmen finally understand.
There’s always that one that never does.
I think of the moment of utter agony
Before they announce the last place in your class,
And you’re squeezing your eyes shut, praying
That at the very least, you won’t be last.
I think of that moment of utter relief
After you hear the last place in your class,
And it’s not you, and your prayers have been answered
That at the very least, you were not last.
I think of the last competition of the season,
When the seniors are bawling and it seems like
Your entire world is crashing down,
And nothing will ever be right again.
This poem could go on forever,
But finally: finally.
When I hear the words “marching band”,
I think of that triumphant moment right
As your show ends for the last time,
That last horns down,
And you know you’ve given it your all,
And no matter what your score is,
You feel in your heart that you have put everything
You have out there,
All the music, the drill, the blood, sweat and tears,
Out there on that football field.
And that moment, you can get no where else, but
Marching band.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
The desert is a killer
An unforgiving foe
Be careful how you handle her
Take things very slow
If you are lost in her confines
Be careful where you go
It is best to hunker down
If you're in the know
Your enemy is water loss
Long sleeves are a must
Head cover is primary
A wide brim you can trust
Cover every inch of skin
Cover up your mouth
Do not expend your energy
Go north instead of south
North of cliffs you hide from sun
It's the sun that kills
Stay where you are... IMPORTANT!
Unless you have good skills
You can find water sometimes
By following the birds
Deer and other animals
This is what I've heard
Pile stones in cairns
Make arrows from sticks
Showing your direction
So rescuers find it
Always move at night
The temperature will plummet
Sometimes it gets very cold
And people do die from it
It is best to wear light clothing
Conserve body water, dont sweat much
The desert rats drink often
But do not eat their lunch
It is best not to eat it all
Or eat cactus fruit and such
It contains good water
But don't eat a lot. Don't munch.
water, *Water, WATER!*
Drink this at all costs!
Find shelter from the sun
If you do get lost
Going to the high ground
So you can see the land
Finding habitation
Of folks living in sand
Carry maps when possible
Carry Bowie knives
If you wear thick glasses
A fire could save lives!
Make a fire in the desert
Create light and smoke
Magnify the burning sun
With the glasses of which I spoke
Hand sanitizer can be a help
In starting any flame
Put lots of stuff creating smoke
Getting helps the game!
But stay out of the fire's heat
Unless you're very cold
Always conserve water
It is liquid gold!
Carry a Camelbak
A backpack with a tube
To drink the water easily
These are often used
Travel light! Important!
Conserve your energy
So you don't lose water
Analyze your ***
If it is light like lemonade
You're probably ok
If it's very dark
You'll need water that day
Keep your head, don't panic
It's best to keep your cool
You can think! You have a mind!
These tips are simply tools
There are other tips
To Google in your strife
Carrying a cell phone
Could just save your life!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/18/2016
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
On the face of it, there isn't much about this bird
To stop me in my tracks.
Brown, oblivious, busy with the ground
It totters along on stilted legs
Probing among the frozen fields.
It's the name that's the trouble.
Childhood hours spent copying pictures
From the Readers' Digest Book of Birds
Call to mind the name, 'Curlew'.
In my house, though, birds had Scots names
and my dad, a linguistic David Bellamy
Urged us to conserve these rare words
or lose them forever.
Goldfinch? Gowdspink!
Starling? Stuckie!
Blue *** Umm...
But the undistinguished gentleman before me
was definitely a whaup.
Curlew or whaup?
Which is it to me?
The English of books
or the fading Scots, maybe closer
to the bird's wild home?
Textbook reality
or romantic poetry?
Or both - can the creature sit
in two states at once?
"Schrodinger's Curlew", I think with a smile.
("Schrodinger's Whaup!" bellows the bit of my dad
that lodges in my head.)
Here, under a cloud of my own breath
In the low winter light,
Neither seems quite adequate.
And then, untouched by my musings
The bird spreads its wings and lifts,
Naming itself, with a long, pure note
And my heart, in two states,
Leaps
and breaks.
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 12:03 AM UTC
Today I saw a frog, dried up from the heat
close by I saw another, cracked upon the street
I counted thirty four in all, mummified and dry
Fifty feet from a dried out pond, I took some time to cry
The pond was once so vibrant, full of turtles and of frogs
But with the drought now here, you could count all of the logs
A stench so strong, it burned your eyes, if you chose to get near
Decomposing life, is all that's left, the pond is dead I fear
The pond, another victim of the crippling, hellish heat
Without the rain, it is just a monster we can't beat
The farmers put a spin on, give a positive sort of line
While they have to put their livestock down, their harvest die-ing on the vine
The fields are bare, the ground is dust, no life from it will come
You see the farmers trying everything, while we just stand there numb
Fans are running in the barns to keep the livestock cool
But the heat, it just gets stronger, you can't even use the pools
You could say they've dropped the middle man, as they grow dehydrated meals
The kiddie park and water park, have no water for their seals
You see the livestock out in the fields, looking for some grass to munch on
But, with the heat taking it all away, their field of grass has now gone
The cows, no longer vibrant, a leather coat on skin and bones
The farmers losing money, they're defaulting on their loans
The barnyards running empty, you can't even see a turkey
The cows themselves are so dried up, that the butcher calls them jerky
A break might come, the tv said, with a cold front moving through
But the grounds too hard to take the rain, what extra damage will it do?
The end result is prices will go up on all we eat
It's this ********* global warming, the creator of this heat
Look around at where you live, go and check your ponds and streams
Take note if they are die-ing, this is real, not in your dreams
Take action where it's needed, conserve water where you can
This is not a local problem, it affects the whole **** land
I saw a frog this morning...he was dead...it made me cry.......
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
In a different world,
A different mind a different body
Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction
But for now I'll buy in
Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need
I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line
I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes
So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady
We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds
If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture
Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture...
I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind
And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture
If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her
I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with
But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this.
Put that part of me back together again
Just enough to pass close inspection
I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves
So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine"
Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes
She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more
I'm torn
I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that
I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly
and I can't for the life of me figure out why
In a different time
I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine
And that would fine
But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do
I can't help but feel cheated
I'm an old soul inside a young mind
I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time
On a different day
In a different way
perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay
But your future awaits
So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates
And hope that one day
Things will be different
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
My country right or wrong
we shall still sing her song and bombs away
on you
Bombs away on FDR we think he got away too far
in giving peasants below, our merit, the audacity to inherit,
our country 'tis only for me'
We'll work you until your flesh falls off, nine till five is not enough, to sell our gizmos here and far, to gluttons all alike
Ooops! (melody old man river)
... Oh tote dat barge and lift dat bale,
ya gets ah little drunk and ya lands in Jaaail
Pull yourself by your own bootstraps, who cares if opportunity naps, while the "America Dream" fades away
cause thirty years of us
America ' tis only for me but not those signers of Democarcy
in Philly where they took that oath, on that **** parchment
I abhor,
on that damnable parchment I ABHOR!!
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
Pillar of bone
To some repose.
To let hands shirk
Utterance behind
A pocket's blind
Deceptive smirk.
To mask, belie
The undue haste
Of breast for breast
Or thigh for thigh.
To screen, conserve
The pose, when death
Half strips the sheath
And leaves the nerve.
To edit, glose
Lyric desire
And slake its fire
In polished prose.
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I have mistreated you
I have thrown you away
I have made you weak
I have polluted you
I have made you *****
I have damaged you
I have destroyed your outer beauty
I have built new structures, that cover your natural landforms
I have made you change so much in such little time
I have mistreated you
I now care
I now think before I do
I now do not litter, but recycle
I now reuse and reduce
I now build more of your natural beauty the best I can
I now encourage others to take part
I now reduce waste
I now conserve water
I now try to make you new
I now care
I will share
I will tell people the news
I will joins “Save the Earth” groups
I will spread the word
I will take action
I will create an army, to save your worth
I will hang signs and posters
I will explain what we have done
I will show new effective solutions
I will share
I have mistreated you
That was in the past
I now care
I will treat you right
I will share
I will spread the word
We will all take action
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
This is...my space,
This is...my freedom,
Beyond this space...I imagine,
More of a life and a reality,
With paths so many past my minds horizon,
So why? why can't I see?
I step on each path, curious yet cautious,
just in case I fall down! or get lost on purpose?
It is not enough to just step on a path,
I have to explore it, taste it, feel it, nurture it, I HAVE TO,
Know its worth.
Whether I Rekindle the old or experience the new,
I'll still stand my ground, ready to take on whatever destiny I deserve!
I know it will take all my will, my strength, my power, my faith, my courage, my spirit my ALL!
These things, I must conserve...because the path is a treacherous one,
It waits for NO MAN.
I will take down any wall or troll,
I will breakdown any false image attempting to sway me from my intended pilgrimage,
This vision I so vividly see in my mind and in my soul,
It burns with a wild, raging flame of passion, and,
Oooooh!! it feels so right. because I know,
I KNOW!! I feel my destiny, and,
Its reaching out to me!
George Ng'ayu Wahome.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
.
*•
fes-
tooned
against the
canvas of night
•your efforts would
reach but it's just too far•you twinkle the hardest...despite•
being crowded by the other stars•at times i see you
faltering dim•you fight to conserve what
fuel you've left to burn•as you
feel the encroaching void from uni-
verse's rim•keep twinkling for only
time...will tell what's
left t- o learn•
• •*
.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Life’s a marathon
It’s never been a sprint
But time goes by so fast
You’ll wonder where it went
So make the most of it
Would be my comment
And when the clock runs out
You can die content
Life’s a marathon
It’s never been a dash
You must conserve energy
If you want to last
It’s not won by the swiftest
Because they run real fast
Is it won by the wisest
You might want to ask
Life’s a marathon
So to stay in the running
More than being fast
You’ll have to be cunning
If you want to last
And be deemed as stunning
Once the dye is cast
Your victory is coming
Life’s a marathon
Not a simple race
If you want to win
You’ll have to keep pace
And time yourself
To stay in the chase
In order to cross the line
And come in first place
Cedric McClester, Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
I woke up this morning
to find my wallet torn apart
I knew I didn't do it
I thought of you right from the start
You said I must have dropped it
You picked it up from where it lay
I knew I didn't do it
I don't believe the things you say
You're only lying when you're talking
OK, you lie some when you sleep
I know you're lying when your thinking
The truth is gone and buried deep
I can't believe the things you tell me
Behind a smile, forced and fake
You're only lying when you're talking
You lie just for lyings sake
You hide your cell phone,
clear the calls made
You tell me it's to conserve space
But, I don't believe it when you tell me
I can not look into your face
You're hiding things and do not tell me
You live a life that I'm not in
You lie to me when I come and ask you
In fact your lies are getting thin
You're only lying when you're talking
OK you lie some when you sleep
I know you're lying when your thinking
The truth is gone and buried deep
I can't believe the things you tell me
Behind a smile, forced and fake
You're only lying when you're talking
You lie just for lyings sake
You always shower before you see me
I know it's just to wash him off
And when I ask how you got *****
You cannot say, and hide a cough
I smell him when I walk beside you
I do not smoke and nor do you
but I can smell it in your clothing
It's in your hair, all through and through
You're only lying when you're talking
OK you lie some when you sleep
I know you're lying when your thinking
The truth is gone and buried deep
I can't believe the things you tell me
Behind a smile, forced and fake
You're only lying when you're talking
You lie just for lyings sake
I cannot tell you you're a liar
It's not worth my time to start a fight
You're in a lose lose situation
You've tied your noose, and it's **** tight
You're not worth my time and effort
I used to love you, but no more
I can't believe you when you tell me
I love you...so here's the door
You're only lying when you're talking
OK you lie some when you sleep
I know you're lying when your thinking
The truth is gone and buried deep
I can't believe the things you tell me
Behind a smile, forced and fake
You're only lying when you're talking
and that's the truth, it hurts to take
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:53 PM UTC
Water is so precious
I am so furious
But people are wasting
Nobody aware of scarcity
Just aware your society
Conserve the water
Being like a martyr
See the harm by the scarcity
Love the water save the society
Otherwise you will hanker
Torment for a drop of water
If the water then life
Otherwise life is like a knife
Just conserve it
Aware each one like knit
Water will save you
Otherwise unfavorable conditions
Face you
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
A QUIET GIRL TO MANY I SEEMED
THEY AREN'T AWARE OF WHAT I CAN BE
MY WAYS ARE IMPROVING THROUGH FINE CARE
I MASTER INTRICATE PROBLEMS WITH FLAIR
TRUST IS SOMETHING EARNED OVER A LONG TIME
RESPONSIBILITY IS TAUGHT THROUGH TRUST AND HOPE
I WANT MY ELDERS TO SEE THOSE QUALITIES WITHIN
SO THAT THEY CAN DEPEND ON ME IN TIMES OF DISTRAUGHT
MY GRADES SEEMED SNAIL LIKE
MY DREAMS A SIMILARITY
THIS YEAR I'M TRYING TO IMPROVE
AND BE BETTER THAN WHAT I WAS PREVIOUSLY
SCHOOL, FROM NOW ON IS A TOP PRIORITY
MY SUBJECTS WILL BE EASY,I HOPE
I AM TRYING MY BEST
I MIGHT SEEM QUIET AND DETACHED
BUT I'M DREAMING BIG, THAT'S A FACT
MY SELF CONFIDENCE SEEMS LOW
BUT MY SELF ESTEEM A HIGH ONE, THOUGH
THINGS CAN ONLY GO BETTER
THAN IT WAS BEFORE
IT'LL TAKE PATIENCE
PERSEVERANCE
DETERMINATION
THAT'S GOOD SURE
THE EARTH IS IN OF HELPERS
TO PROTECT AND CONSERVE HER
SHE CRIES WHEN WE POLLUTE
SHE SMILED WHEN WE MAKE A DIFFERENCE
I INTEND TO BE A PART OF A GROUP
THAT CLEANS UP THIS WORLD
SO THAT IN FUTURE MANY CAN REAL THE RICHNESS OF IT
RUNNING A MILE IS DIFFERENT
BUT THAT'S GOING TO CHANGE
I'M SURE IT WILL
THIS WILL BALANCE MY LIFE
BROADEN MY BRAIN
RELAX MY BODY
I'M GOING TO NEED DEDICATION
MOTIVATION
PARTICIPATION
A COLD PLACE FAR UP NORTH
IS WHERE IS LIKE TO TRAVEL FOURTH
AND MEET A FEW BOYS, WHO ARE
SPECIAL TO ME
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
We glided east,
Past the canyons of Trevall.
Over the lake of Ebony.
Thy long journey hath proved a struggle,
For my dragon and I.
We only seek the seer of all Dragons..
Jerusalem growls,
Smoke escaping his nostrils.
He seemed annoyed,
By a raven bird below.
"Eas Jerusalem Sa Eh."
I say with comfort.
"Our journey is long...
Conserve thy energy."
With a flourish of his massive wings,
He dives below the tree's.
Snaking his body around the oak,
Elderwood and Evergleam.
My dragon and I are weary,
for this Journey is long.
As a Dark Angel,
A betrayed Valkyrie.
What lies ahead?
For I Cannot see the Throm.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Tight embraces in dimly lit buses,
night skies oppressive in the dormant freedom
of brightly glowing stars,
and through it all my mind shatters,
crystal upon stark tile floors;
go ahead, try to sweep it up.
We all know you'll find pieces
hidden in corners forevermore.
Reserve me, conserve me,
trap me in conversations that are real
in their own plasticky way.
Convention, protection,
radioactive never-ending hunger,
all is fearless until the time for courage arrives,
and then you are still,
trapped inside your own tobacco stained mouth,
empty and aching with only a
theoretical formula for satisfaction.
Satiate my needs (as I covet yours)
and enter my mind
through gaps in my body,
my hands are dry, my fingertips numb,
the taste of them salty upon the cracks in my lips.
Retract, retrospect,
retro clothing and high heeled leather boots,
walk the night through a fog of shame
and search out a gleam of hope,
but wait-
that's just light pollution.
The ground is dry but the sky is crying,
where in space lies the disconnect?
I'm spinning, I'm screaming,
I'm waiting for an end
but every day begins anew,
the sky grotesque in its airiness
and empty fullness
and the moon waiting only long enough
to greet the sun,
bowing its silvery crowned head.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
at a round table a regal man sat
he of finest epicurean palate
neath his feet twas a lowly rat
no junk food twas on his plate
only the best in culinary serves
he of finest epicurean palate
the rat ate of a crumb's conserve
which twas more telling of his position
only the best in culinary serve
the king feasted on grand nutrition
he became more bloated of tummy
which twas more telling of his position
after he partook of all so yummy
the poor rat twas left in starvation
he became more bloated of tummy
for he'd have no repast of salvation
the poor rodent twas left in starvation
at a round table a regal man sat
neath his feet twas a lowly rat
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
You packed for a picnic
Or a day in the sun
Now it’s time to pack it back
Whenever you are done.
Nobody cares what kind
Of drinks or junk you buy.
They care about the beauty
Of land and sea and sky.
You packed it in
So you pack it back.
Bring along with you
An extra ******* sack.
Care for our environment
As if it were your own.
We all live on this planet
You are not here alone.
Look around at where we live
What you can do to conserve
The wonders in nature.
Don’t throw us all a curve.
Pack back out what you bring in;
The right thing to do.
We are responsible adults
Not here to clean for you.
You packed it in
So you pack it back.
Bring along with you
An extra ******* sack.
Leave like you want to see it,
Think of more than just you.
Care for our environment
It’s the right thing to do.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
she’ll conserve your leverage
if you invade her
interest
you aren’t bargaining
for devotion
& she isn’t waiting for moths
to eat away at her coat
shouldn't you have
realized
that we’re in a ******
rivalry
this time around
where beautiful grapes
are never ripe
& she isn't infinite
enough for your
tongue
& sense of divine
chivalry?
compassionate knight,
haven’t you known
yourself
to stumble so often
until now
when she has finally freed
you of your
combat burns
& cherished wounds?
call her intuitive, but
she caught you
long ago
through a forest clearing
with a box of
cigars
& too many dreams
you told yourselves you
were too much
alike
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
Romance.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour :
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
En vous voyant, je me rappelle
Et mes plaisirs et mes succès ;
Comme vous, j'étais jeune et belle,
Et, comme vous, je le savais.
Soudain ma blonde chevelure
Me montra quelques cheveux blancs...
J'ai vu, comme dans la nature,
L'hiver succéder au printemps.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
Naïve et sans expérience,
D'amour je crus les doux serments,
Et j'aimais avec confiance...
On croit au bonheur à quinze ans !
Une fleur, par Julien cueillie,
Était le gage de sa foi ;
Mais, avant qu'elle fût flétrie,
L'ingrat ne pensait plus à moi !
Dansez, fillettes du Village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
À vingt ans, un ami fidèle
Adoucit mon premier chagrin ;
J'étais triste, mais j'étais belle,
Il m'offrit son cœur et sa main.
Trop tôt pour nous vint la vieillesse ;
Nous nous aimions, nous étions vieux...
La mort rompit notre tendresse...
Mon ami fut le plus heureux !
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour ;
Trop vite, hélas ! un ciel d'orage
Vient obscurcir le plus beau jour.
Pour moi, n'arrêtez pas la danse ;
Le ciel est pur, je suis au port,
Aux bruyants plaisirs de l'enfance
La grand-mère sourit encor.
Que cette larme que j'efface
N'attriste pas vos jeunes cœurs :
Le soleil brille sur la glace,
L'hiver conserve quelques fleurs.
Dansez, fillettes du village,
Chantez vos doux refrains d'amour,
Et, sous un ciel exempt d'orage,
Embellissez mon dernier jour !
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Anxiety.
Conserve.
Conservatory.
Shakespeare.
Man.
Monk.
****
I ******
I'm better.
Expulsion.
Breathe.
Friend.
Not friend.
Friend.
Best friend.
Awkward.
I still have that.
Dress.
Tights.
Queen.
Mill.
Birthday.
Song.
500.
Guitar.
Tears.
Nostalgia.
Nostalgic.
Dead.
You're dead.
You're dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dead.
I'm not dead.
24.
You're blonde.
I'm not blonde.
I'm old.
I'm still old.
I'm a child.
I'm going to cry.
Stop.
I don't cry.
No more crying.
I'm allowed to cry here.
That's why I cry here.
I'm allowed.
I can do what I want.
I know what I want.
I have no idea what I want.
But I think that's what I want.
I'm not doing what I want.
But this is enough.
It's not enough.
I'll make it enough.
Where am I?
24.
Twenty.
Four.
Stop thinking.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
There is a sunset on expansive lake.
Its lip of waves soft with ripples, trembles,
eyes shed tears of falling stars and still ache,
for something other than what assembles.
Such crowds. Acnes of campfires erupt,
on the blank faces of bald dunes, still preserve.
Beach's eternity makes the moment abrupt.
sand through summer fingers cannot conserve.
Oh sun, ease our smallness before the night,
gild inevitability with light.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
Crying does not mean you are weak;
it means you have remained so strong
for far too long.
It means you have sacrificed your life
to ensure others live their's,
and it means you have put yourself forward
to protect their Earth rather than conserve your world.
It means you have kept your promised silence
that hush a friend dared to ask,
and it means you welcomed the weight
when your shoulders were soaked with drenching salt.
It means you have been sympathetic,
firmly standing your ground to defend friends,
and it means you forced yourself into exile
when your effect seemed more demonic than caring.
It means you threw your entertainment aside
to keep a little brother company as he chases fireflies,
and it means you disregarded candle wishes
as an older sister licked frosting numbering a younger year.
It means you chose to be the person everyone wanted to have
but no one wanted to be.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC