"steamroll" poems
You barged right in with not a care in the world
Of how deeply I'd fall and hit the ground
I knew I'd fell, for I hurt inside
But I could still be falling, there's no end in sight
Like Alice in a wonderland nothing seems quite right
Still I drink your potion readily and prepare to hold on tight
I catch you in my dream hoping you'll stay the entire night
My subconscious has a knowing, I'll be alone by morning light
Every time I get back up and dust myself down
You just steamroll right back through me, knocking me out
My palms left sweaty my mouth left dry
As I wonder if my feelings can lie
For here things aren't what they always appear
The pain of unknowing is my only fear
So, for now, your seas have calmed
And your storm has settled down
Left me cold and windswept
With droplets on my brow
I'll do what I must to do for now
For when night time falls again
I'll be back in my beautiful nightmare
Where you think of me now and then
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
playing cat and mouse
you flex your retractable claws
and ponder the worth
of the catch of a day
if, regardless, your bowl is full
while I
await for my fate
await for the gavel to fall
and the flocking birds of thought
sitting on the timeline
watch
the crows pecking flesh of what yesterday
still was a viable dream
but today has become a roadkill
under the steamroll of indecisiveness
browning grass on damp fields
knows not of next spring
and the dead leaves on the ground
do not remember the lust of summertime
fool, fool is the one that cares
and fooler yet the one
who refuses to let go
life will not pause to wait
and snow
will cover it all before long
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
In this dream I cannot
even read my own decrees
that have become the wrinkles
of my brain in actuality because
the steamroll of life is comin'
to try and smooth them out but
it ain't big and yellow with
no flashing lights. It's not thoughtful
enough to tell their labor fee.
When night paints black on the moon
a dig toward the tunnel below
the rock and the hard place will be
my way out like how leaves wave
hello in the wind during fall while
they try and remember
the branches from which the fell.
It's their last descent
as the sun walks them home.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
You pressed down on my carbon body and said it is to make me into a diamond.
I let you.
I wanted to be the perfect, bright stone the world put on a pedestal to adore.
I basked in the pressure you put on me,
ignored the cracks,
the powder that drifted down my hands like falling sand.
I did not know how they chip away at diamonds to make them smooth and shimmering.
Shrink them, only to regret it later.
It hurt, but I let your steamroll compress on my carbon arms,
rolling my eyes as you taught me at the rockes that slipped out of your grip.
Even the ones that got away praised my endurance.
They didn't see the sweat dripping down, the heat in my eyes.
Or maybe they did and thought it was a price I am willing to pay.
The world taught me that diamonds are the most beautiful stones,
so I let you wash me of color.
Helped you peel away my blue and red and yellow,
leaving nothing but a hollow reflection of the world.
Staying up at night, I felt the weight of you,
always,
pushing down at my lunges, seizing my heart.
Even when I was away, I still felt your unrelenting hold,
putting my head between your fingers and demanding I will not look away.
You pressed and compressed but I didn't turn to diamond,
I turned to dust.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC