"pbj" poems
For the sunrise and the rain
despite the storms, come as they may
For the pbj giggles and grins
For legs that have the chance to tire out
For the sweet aroma of cinnamon and vanilla
in the wee morning hours
For the sights and sounds all around me
For white peaks against a bright blue sky
For inspiring sunsets closing out the day
For full yellow moons or Cheshire cat grin slivers
With a blanket of stars surrounding
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I built a time machine
Out of barbie shoes
Plastic legs and heads
No-junk Ken
Mr. Teddy bear
Baby
Blue quilt
That doesn't even reach to my shins anymore
Spilled finger paints
On the bathroom floorr
Primary colors
Forming little swirls
A refrigerator box makes up the body
And there's tinfoil
For the roof
I've stocked my miracle machine
Full of PBJ's
Spaghettios
My childhood comfort foods
I fired it up
Admired the purring
Whirring
Wheels in motion
Turning
I thought 1999 was when I felt alive
Was when I thrived
When all the toys could talk
And all the dogs
Boys still had cooties
I didn't want to kiss them all
It took a refrigerator box
An overgrown backyard
To break a smile
Break a sweat
I was betting on the past
To match my memories
Take a breath.
Press the button.
Go back.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Hunger sets in.
A PBJ sandwhich would be nice.
Though looking into the jelly jar,
it's almost empty.
I wonder if I'll have enough.
A friend is in pain.
Empathic nature sets in -
I'd like to help her.
Looking within for that uplifting wisdom,
it's seems I've run dry
for its felt seldom.
I give the little advice I have.
I wonder if I gave enough.
I've fallen in love.
The goal is to be alive with her.
If everything works out
I'd like to start a life with her.
Though looking at all her memories,
mine seem almost empty.
I wonder if I'll have enough.
I wonder if I'll be enough.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I woke up to bear leaves
I asked myself,
where has the time gone?
I fell asleep to dinner conversations and thought
when did everyone get this old?
I walked into the classroom and wondered
when did we stop talking?
I looked into my brothers room staring at his old toy trucks
and said
we used to play with these..
I looked up at the tree we used to climb in the front of my house
and I swear
it used to be so much bigger
I could've sworn
I lost that old swing set.
The one with the monkey bars we'd hang upside down from
and make silly faces on
And where did the neighbors of countless pbj sandwiches on plastic spongebob plates move?
That boy and the girl, Russian family.
The girl would only leave when she cried home for a band-aid.
I looked back at the amusement park pictures
from 07;
we used to go there
and the strangers always seemed so happy
It used to be a magical night that ended in a dripping cone of ice cream and laughter
or was it just a $4.00 cone?
I looked up as the band played their last song and
realized this concert will soon end and I could rarely remember what I had just experienced
After a couple days,
It seemed
this concert will only be small flashbacks
and was just another night
deriving from a 30 second video I took of my favorite song
as I continued to smile and cheer with delight as the crowd lifted their hands in the air
because I genuinely was happy,
but I can still only remember that last act
that 30 second, small screened, iphone video of a last act
Then I think back to the bear leaves.
I did watch them,
As I waited for the bus,
each day, grow more bare.
It was always happening,
just didn't seem as slow as it really was
Time will do its thing
and so will I,
paying close attention to what I tell myself I am doing
and what I have done
but the space between us;
me and time
from the present to the past
are the memories
that I want back
Let me relive them the way I had preserved them
on their shelf
Just as they used to seem
from when I was young
The ones that won't disappear
and leave to make me feel so empty.
I can only look,
not take them down
I want to remember them
like I had never grown.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC