Snowglobe
I like him.
I hate him.
I’m his friend.
It’s the circle of life 2.0.
The circle of emotions.
I like him.
I hate him.
He likes me.
He hates me.
I hate this.
Mixed feelings equal
mixed responses.
Mixed feelings equal
confused people.
Confused and mixed.
That is exactly how I feel.
I’m confused
when it comes
to him
in general.
I’m receiving
mixed feelings here.
I‘m receiving mixed feelings,
about how he feels.
Why does our world have to be mixed?
I feel
as if we are in a
snow globe,
and every time
something goes wrong
we have been shaken.
Shaken.
I’m shaken,
he’s shaken.
The world is
shaken.
-N.J.
Stand Up
I will place a hand on their shoulder
and firmly push them back;
No longer will they get to tell me
that I am nothing.
They shouldn’t have been able to
except I let their words encase;
I should have shoved and kicked
that still doesn’t make me something.
It doesn’t make me anything more
or make me any better.
You can’t fight hate with hate;
bruises for bruises will break the world’s bones;
ice the bruise, get up
stand up.
For a bruise, give a glare -
for a broken bone, give a shout -
for an open wound, give a soliloquy -
for a murder, send an army;
But not to kill.
To explain.
To make them learn.
Adam and Rosie
In the trenches he knelt,
On the soft muddy ground.
His brothers in arms,
They made not a sound.
Together they waited
For their Captain’s command,
The word to move forward,
To cross No Man’s Land.
Against shells, against bullets,
They would make their advance.
They knew many would fall,
They would take that chance.
His thoughts turned to home
As the moment drew near.
He thought of the girl,
Whom his heart held so dear.
She tried to work harder,
Though she was tired.
The thought of her country
Kept her inspired.
The men had all gone,
All that were able,
Leaving the women
To put food on the table.
So they gave it their all,
And welded and riveted.
They did the impossible
Their strength was unlimited.
Though she was working,
Her thoughts turned away,
To a boy in the trenches,
Whom she wished was home today.
Though cross an ocean,
The man and his bride,
Their thoughts were the same,
And together they cried.
