My Ode to Myself
Rose are red, violets are blue.
How can I compare anyone to you?
You're enchanting and mesmerizing,
Heck, you're the very glue!
My greatest dreams, you make them all real,
And for this, I pay homage, and do kneel,
You know the path, and this I adore,Once and for always, my greatest amour!
Husband Wife- Boring Life
All the colours that I look at
Are all beautiful
But then there are those
I have ignored
Like I have ignored you.
The brown is ever present
Its comfortable
Just like I am
Always surrounds me
Like surrounded by you
The grey of those eyes
Steady and gripping
Like a paralysis
Holds me in place
Some place with you.
I go to work as always
Nothing like never before
Then I walk around
Before I come home
Coming home to you.
Wondering of our life
Those elements missing
Or are we too comfortable
When you are with me
And I am with you.
oikofugic
A forest is one for wanderers,
under the trees, filled with satisfaction
and the sun is hard to find at dusk. Beneath the greenery,
eyes are locked but lost in the shadows, dust is falling in the only light. Two hands,
they strangle each other.
We are alone together.
And many friends hate us for what we do.
No one cares for what we do.
The trees are dark, and no one can see.
Self Poem
I am battery acid on wood
Striving to be as honest as
A lover should be to her partner,
Hence, should be.
In a matter of days,
I made four great errors.
(I learned and I was forgiven.)
I feel the need to hide reality
Because conformity
As vast as jupiter
yet not as vast as the universe
Takes up space around me.
The other planets- planets of love, determination, loyalty (to me and to others,)
Are my dream destinations.
To a social worker and a veteran I was born,
Siblings with a veteran.
While others fight or play ball with their brother,
Mine fought in Iraq and plays ball with his children.
Next door lives a friend who
listens to me, defends me, loves me.
We adventure, aspire, and admire
The stars in the sky and the stars in life. (We like to let them know we think they are stars.)
The moon knows loneliness.
It is the only thing to orbit the earth.
I am the only one to be me.
But,
I conquer potential senses of isolation with self love, socialization,
and support.
Pain settles in my chest and sucks enthusiasm out of me
like a vacuum filled with lamented love.
To dance, to inspire someone’s smile, aids my defeat of that obstacle.
I will be happy, I said.
I am happy.
It Works If You Work It
First visit. I’m trying to keep an open mind, but it bothers me that the meeting is happening in this building in particular. Especially, given the nature of the group and why we’re all here in the first place. It’s hard for me let my guard down. I don’t know any of these people. I have a hard time talking to people I know, much more to strangers. Maybe that’s better, no? No one knows me, so it’s not like they will run and tell the people I know what I discuss here. I wish I could relax.
“Good evening everyone and thank you for taking time off your schedule to join us this evening. Welcome to _______ Anonymous. Before we begin we need to cover a few basic rules…”
He sits, as still as a statue, for the rest of the evening, afraid to look at anyone, never saying a word
Boston Preacher Scandal
As innocent as i can be
My fragile heart reminds
Of the one that kept me in his clenches
As we start to loose our minds
Isolated in this room
i am now a forever prisoner
Forever in this doom
And i just want to die
As i'm forced to watch his play
Nothing could ever describe
How i could be living with this guilt and strife.
I'm not allowed to watch the news
But i'm aware of what's happening
My parents are looking,pleading, crippling
He comes down the stairs
With a brown bottle and cigar
I feel scared and unsure
Ac ouple years pass
I sit here staring at a wall
The devil is on my shoulder
Right now i feel so small
The days start to pass quicker than usual
Thats because i've been saved,
The light, it looks so beautiful
I'm in a hospital with my mother beside me
The doctors ask some questions
They asked how many years was i gone, i guessed three
I'm safe and at home in my Boston city
Forgetting about the days of the past
The preachers made me
A man that i wouldn't ever want to be.
Warriors’ Worth
Forgotten ones
The "Left behinds"
Their arc of life
Is one unkind
Soldiers
From the World's
Hot zones
Return Stateside
And have no home
Averted eyes
A ragged quilt
We drop stray coin
To ease our guilt
Of honor shown
There is a dearth
We fail to own
Our warriors' worth
Huddling round
A flaming bin
They wear their hope
Like tattered coats
And burn
Their brittle dreams
For meager proof
Against
The cold
Their
Quiet
Stories
Die
Untold...