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The Life List
The life list No video recording No job I'm given and fired from No letter No life list I wrote at 13 No help to let me see the beauty in life Just the series of memories leading to the end Cleaning, yoga, projects, carving pumpkins, performances, museums Too out of order Crying on the couch, you saying the cancer is back The angel you gave me to watch over us, my tree topper every Christmas The smile after you saw a play Dinners, how you love dessert No sensical order The hospital room, where you are asking if it's okay if you do nothing more You are going to die I can't say it I answer, I'm selfish, I will always want more time Telling me not to hate life, not to give up when you are gone, you know me Sitting in bed laughing, until you couldn't because the morphine got your tongue A piece of coal unfairly given Love still in your eyes Always Why this order The pain So much pain, a room full of everyone's pain while we watched shows for the last time The girl loses twice in the movie, but finds herself I lose twice, the second myself, and lose my heart and soul Then the last breath A dagger as a present Now I'm a time traveler with no control where I end up Sometimes it's silly dacing to a record at Christmas Im five saying "I'm telling", when 'I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus' comes on Or middle school watching you sew, waiting to see the costume But then there is death in the path If hate could build mountains We'd all already be to heaven I hate the slow death the unfair order If a Christmas Carol could change me Maybe I could stay here
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
Cake Walk
Numbers as a musical chairs Printed segments of a snake that leads across the pavement of our outdoor stage Music and commotion A parade of home confectionary delights The sun highlighting the sweet detail As they land on numbers Careful not to trip, I think As the crowd holds tight breath in anticipation While I try to locate the one we made I let the other kids have the carnival games, dunk tank, and the gory mash I will sway to the music of the cake walk Not to win To see who gets our cake Cake, Like life When it's too sweet, it's too sweet to be good for you
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
Life Goes By In A Blink
The familiar path, mentally walked as much as my feet these days Eyes searching for ways to make my day dream complete I dance over a stick in my path the way I would my grandpa's cane when he'd test to see if I was paying attention Occasionally I was, as now I pass the luggage repair that somehow had popcorn The mismatch missed as much as the company; To enjoy popcorn, walking and eating I can almost see the old trolly car Like a toy made life sized, just for us My sister and I laughing, promising to run to the back and wave Eat our ice cream, smiling and waving to the town As if the sunshine radiating around us had been consumed And like the sugar, needed a way out It had One stop away from running home to ride bikes the rest of the afternoon No hands, to feel the free freedom and dare life to take it Because we are young, because we can Time goes by in a blink Closing my eyes brings it closer before it leaves me by seeing
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
When the Outline is Gone
Vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Maybe, I left a trail in every book, class, and job, bread crumbs while engulfed in worldly fears Head down to the grind, humbling myself in the praise of future promises, washed over and basted calling all others dears Thinking everything waited My voice disappeared first, I realized one day, as it could only find welcoming deaf ears My vision went invisible next, preferring what could be painted Hearing disappeared and I became almost completely clear as the rest of me clears Nothing was negated I stood at the inward meres One second there, one second lost to everything translated holding my spot, protected by an everyday veneer Next nothing could be tasted One hawk tuah away, as the bread crumb trail disappears As easily created can be recreated or uncreated vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted When I disappeared, they outlined me with chalk, I guess that way it could be proved, I was actually here Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Vanishing took years Waiting as rain storms dissipated
By simplicity6 months ago in Poets
Best
Measuring sticks are useful, but don't account for everything. Lately, I have been hearing people talk about being the best. The first, was an immigrant in the food industry, explaining how he wanted to come to the USA and prove he is the best chef. The second, was a teacher talking about teaching students to be their best. The third, was generic sayings about being your best self and being the best in the business. I couldn't help but think, what is this obsession with being the best.
By simplicity6 months ago in Psyche
A Much Needed Day At The Beach
Give me sunny beaches The smell of banana boat being smeared Planes towing advertisements Palm trees swaying Heat radiating up to a blue clear sky Crashing waves with white foam lining Give me no work and a day at the beach Until Everyone has the same idea Parking is as close as inland home Juggling and walking is the admission price Beach fleas bite The gulls steal the pre-made sandwiches The fog rolls in adding a unexpected chill Sand in every crevice The book along with the bag are swept away with the tide A dog pees in the water that was just my swimming pool Boredom and the inability to be alone set in The sunscreen, now long gone, didn't completely do it's job Leaving the question and hope, "Don't I have work that needs to be done?"
By simplicity7 months ago in Poets
