"keystones" poems
My mother should be an author
She carves her soul into millions of pieces
Leaving it behind all of the family photos
When I see my mother
I see a woman
Who wants to hide her soul in a needle
Just so the screaming can stop in her mind,
These bottles are rattling in the living room
You see they have put shackles on her heart,
She can't love anymore
Without having ***** in her water bottle.
Where is she hiding her beer?
I feel like my mother is giving me a scavenger hunt
From the shards of glass that were left on the baseball fields
My mother used to take me to.
You know she always wasn't like this
She was strong minded and had a big heart
Tonight I will tell you the story of a woman
Who lost her soul to the Keystones to the Miller Lites
To the ****** Mary’s.
Let's rewind time
See how to **** the soul in ten years
10- I look into my mother's eyes and I start to cry
Because I'm looking at a woman who I don't know anymore
9- I refused to bail her out of jail again
Because I'm afraid her kidney will fail if she drinks again
8- My mother staggered into the theater and disrupted the whole play,
My cast mates turned to me and asked, isn't that your mother?
7- I had to hold my mothers hand
Because she was throwing up the cocktail of drugs and alcohol
6- Daddy had to get mom out of jail she was drinking again
5- My mother throws the bottle across the room
And told me the reason why she drinks is because I'm Autistic
4- My mother overslept for my piano recital,
I didn't think it was a big deal
But I remember she spent the whole night crying
With a wine glass in her hand.
3- Mommy I didn't know your prescription came in a needle
2- Mommy the prescription say 2 pills a day
why are you taking 6?
1- My mother went to the doctor
Found out that she has Rheumatoid Arthritis
I don't know what that means,
But I know she will still be strong right?
0- She took me to a Dodger game for my birthday.
I remember Sammy Sosa hitting a home run that game
She told me that the only person that can **** your soul is yourself
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
These halls seem somewhat hollow,
Whose walls once knelled with
Wit, charm and sorrow.
The silence erodes the keystones' arch
Subdued subjects that once did sing
Depart.
That ancient bell tied to towers steeple,
No longer speaks for the wants
And needs of it's people.
For no man, woman or child
Could be found and riled
To hold fast and grasp the rope.
Hold firm and ring the bells of hope.
The sound of truth cuts fine.
Old lies no longer aloof.
When smoke does rise
From thatched houses roof,
We may live to see the proof attached,
Foundations subsiding.
Revolutions confiding
Inside the very stone itself.
Mortar fights Mortar
Till neither has health.
Candelabra arbitrates,
Fiery death from water.
The dual will slaughter us all.
It shall last till the hall can not past the moment of the present.
All its tenants cast out to the depths of mortal unrepentant.
A more pleasant alternative to uncertain death
May stray your way in an unwanted effigy
Cunningly disguised as yourself
As you drink to good health
Comfortably delved into the
Abode of bliss.
A delusional apotheosis.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
Laying my ear upon a noise, so distant.
Constantly shaking the walls that stand in the way of progress. All keystones withheld from view, looking over the fact my shirt’s distorting my panorama.
But at last, with some aid, I’ve come across an ear’s aid. Laying this sense upon a noise, at first so distant. The walls now speaking the word that is “progress.”
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Silence, and it's again with the eerie,
if you're
like me and getting weary of the eerie
what you need to do is scream loud enough
to wake the dead,
that being said
prepare yourself for the zombie apocalypse.
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 5:09 AM UTC
I envy you who awakes to welcome the birthing of a new day.
Where family, friends, love and hope are the keystones of your way.
Once I too had those things and could welcome each rising sun.
And like you too I did all I could to hold those things hard won.
I never thought of my life in terms of what it had cost.
Never understood the value of having it until it all was lost.
I never even thought that it could all be lost in the way it was.
To end up living life when the sun rises and that my only "because".
To have a life with meaning and where you can have some good.
Yes I still remember it and I would turn my time back if I could.
I hope you can forgive my envy and know I bear no ill will to you.
But hear, please my en-treatment, your world is fragile too.
Do not take for granted that things will always last.
Better those things in your future than only in your past.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC