"deca" poems
37 sleepless hours,
Felt like a mistake.
Competition over,
Tests all taken.
But the memories are just beginning.
The room goes dark,
100’s of DECA kids go silent.
The hypnotist begins to talk.
Slow, methodical rhythm.
All care disappears.
The stress of competition is gone.
Seeming to melt off my body.
Eyes become heavy,
Heavier.
Bodies become heavy,
Heavier.
And somehow I'm asleep.
Leaning against you now.
If I only knew then all I know now.
The trauma that would come from this conference
I would have made it 38 hours
Or even 40 without sleep.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
you hold on so tightly that I suffocate
when I find the courage to escape
you delineate and debate
why can't enough be enough?
why not be happy with what we had?
we've been through thin and tough
we've experienced life's worst and survived
but sometimes love isn't enough
I've been bursting at the seams, deprived
maybe my happiness is selfish and weak
I could be undeserving of joy again
but I won't know unless I leave and seek
so please, I beg you, let me go
it'll hurt like hell for a while
but I know with time we will both grow
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Clouds in the sky
For a most the mystery eye
Look inside the eye
What will you find?
Death? Deca? Hatred?
Or you be a lucky and find love
Will you see the dove?
Or shall you find the vulture?
Choose thy path and please tell me so...
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC