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By Taisha DentPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Poetry to the Moon

I played with Simon and Simon said, "show me your will".

I told him

I pray I don't kneel over like a flower and wilt.

~

Lavender Spirits

I speak back to your voice

when I hear it.

But I wonder if I am any different

than those living zombies

that pound pavements with no hope.

The essence of their being is consumed in dope.

That doesn't mean there wasn't a time when they were free

But hopes and dreams were captured in ropes.

~

I've been touched, but

there's no feeling

that would make me mortal

layered in on guilt

on fear

so strong

my nerves would say,

"It's about time. We've been waiting for you."

An unmovable commencement

until I can't breathe

I can't speak after

I change the position

of the tassle on my cap

I hear the speech of self

talk on

good job to the escaped idea

the jogging dreams

~

What does fear look like?

Avoiding you, my pen

my sword against my fingers

The pacing back and forth at home

until my slippers give imprints to my polished floors.

The meow of a can in the highest tree

The saliva flying on your leg from the snarl and bark and sharp teeth of the

neighborhood dog.

Just because he feels like it.

If I were a driver, seeing the brightest light, but thank GOD,

no head on collision

Someone withdrew every dollar that I had in my bank account

I'm eating my last meal while the executioner is walking down the hallway

I open the cabinet and there is one can of beans left

I can't breathe with my oxygen mask on

I can't swim up to the surface

There are rocks below while I'm on the highest cliff

That tombstone has my name on it

Yes, I remember the movie, Jaws

Pause...

~

I would be your lip

that holds the end of the cigarette

the motion as you puff

and seesaw your existence

The rocking and swaying

while trying to survive this rainy evening

To you and your friends, this corner is home

But to the outside world, this block is failure's row

The absence of circulation

you can't feel your toes

You're rocking and swaying

to dodge raindrops and the cold.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Taisha Dent

Greetings and Peace, my name is Taisha. I am from the Bronx. I have been writing poetry since I was in Junior High School. Poetry helped save my life. I look forward to sharing some of my work with you!

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