A friend of mine is really sick. This is my way of coping with it.
Love labor's lost
Lost love's labors
Crushed in the chest
Blood tastes like some flavors.
The hurting, the pain
The pain, the hurting
My hands to my chest
The blood's still spurting.
Fears locked away
Locked away fears
Hands pressing eyes
Can't stop the fears.
Hate and anger
Anger and hate
Clawing at the soul
Though I can't stop fate.
Apart flies my thoughts
Thoughts fly apart
If I lose you
There's a hole in my heart.
One fight one fear
One fear one fight
Don't close your eyes
For that long endless night.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
A Realization
This has been a really crazy week. So I've come up with a poem that made me realize things.
Sometimes when I
Stop and think
I realize something.
I realize I was put
On this earth for a
Reason.
That people are
Behind me
For a reason.
That I have
Many doubts and fears
For a reason.
That light and dark
And dark and light
Flash for a reason.
My thoughts fly
Out of control
For a reason.
I want to
Die, cry, lie
For a reason.
Life and death
Exist always
For a reason.
And if we
Lose someone
It's for a reason
We can't begin
To understand.
Life happens
Always happens
For a reason.
Sometimes when I
Stop and think
I realize something.
I realize I was put
On this earth for a
Reason.
That people are
Behind me
For a reason.
That I have
Many doubts and fears
For a reason.
That light and dark
And dark and light
Flash for a reason.
My thoughts fly
Out of control
For a reason.
I want to
Die, cry, lie
For a reason.
Life and death
Exist always
For a reason.
And if we
Lose someone
It's for a reason
We can't begin
To understand.
Life happens
Always happens
For a reason.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
The Flow of the city
I'm working with my students on poems about where they grew up. Here's my own street flow.
The lights of the city welcome
Me with their glow.
Buildings surround me
This concrete jungle I know.
The traffic and sounds soothe
Me with their flow
As I walk the streets
That I so well know.
The people I pass
They don't see me
They hurry off getting
To places they need to be.
It's a mad rush,
Like the hive of a bee,
All shapes and sizes,
A kaleidoscope to see.
I wouldn't trade it
My own corner of the sky
Here is where I grew up
Here is where I'll die.
I travel far
And across the world so wide
But I always wash in here
With the ebb of the tide.
The lights of the city welcome
Me with their glow.
Buildings surround me
This concrete jungle I know.
The traffic and sounds soothe
Me with their flow
As I walk the streets
That I so well know.
The people I pass
They don't see me
They hurry off getting
To places they need to be.
It's a mad rush,
Like the hive of a bee,
All shapes and sizes,
A kaleidoscope to see.
I wouldn't trade it
My own corner of the sky
Here is where I grew up
Here is where I'll die.
I travel far
And across the world so wide
But I always wash in here
With the ebb of the tide.
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