Tag: Poetry

Here they all are, including ones I’ve already posted. The good, the bad, the ugly. They are NOT in order. However #30 is my very last poem. Enjoy.

Poem 1

I got a c in art class once.
Balancing my boyfriends bipolar alcoholic infused melt down proved to be too much to practice drawing on paper.
The teacher sympathized but told me how she poured her pain into her art.
Maybe I should have used blood instead of charcoal?
But that would not have completed the assignment either.
Or stopped him from trying to kill himself slowly.
I plugged him into a hospital.
Hopped a plane to Hawaii.
Decided this was not my kind of art.

 

Poem 2

I haven’t dreamed about my grandmother who died 7 years ago until last night: I was packing and going to Paris it was 6 o’clock and the flight was leaving at 8 I hadn’t packed I didn’t know what the weAther was there and I was looking for sweaters and had no place lined up to stay there so between shoving sweaters and looking up air bnb I noticed she was there not saying anything and then it was 6:20 and I knew I wasn’t going to make the flight and could I reschedule or fly standby or still make it and then I woke up to dogs barking upstairs with clueless owners and remembered that I saw you in my dreams and I hadn’t seen you before and I believe/know/trust that you were visiting from the other side and I’m left to wonder if you were there just to tell me you’re ok or to slow down enjoy the trip you don’t have to know what you need to get there just go.

 

Poem 3

Dear old rich white racists
Please die already.
Short poem.

 

Poem 4

I don’t want to live in the place where dreams die.
Short poem.

 

Poem 5

The moments spent in the car are only wasted if you fail to notice the life around you. ‪#‎shortpoem

 

Poem 6

Fear is the dream killer.
Short poem.

 

Poem 7

Some days you look around at your little folding bike and your crappy clothes and the desire for new shoes rattles around and then the realization that children live in cardboard boxes called home and then you shut up.

Poem 8

A little less than ten
old enough to know better
it’s a boy cigars by the big rock
no one has any idea
we could have lit the whole world on fire
but just our lungs instead
we lived in bog
our entertainment consisted of outside
what did you expect?

 

Poem 9

I’m tired of arguing.
Short poem

 

Poem 10

Coffee in bed.
Short poem.

 

Poem 11

Is there a way
To stop glorifying villains and what they do and still be entertained?
Maybe that’s the problem with everything?
We wait for that rush of adrenalin
The payoff of winning against evil
Yet what are we subjecting our subconscious to for that ride
And who else is watching…
I’m turning off Disney now.

 

Poem 12

I demand a recount!
There’s 31 days right?
Poem challenge failures.

 

Poem 13

I just wrote 3 stupid poems in three minutes. See you and raise you.
Short poems breed hostility and competitiveness and sometimes nothing worth saying.
Short poem

 

Poem 14

Shit fuck fuck shit!
Shitty short poem.

Poem 15 – Your Life Here

Life

you’re not here long enough

to spend enough days laughing

playing

eating watermelon and icecream

see birds flying

blue skies

rain clouds emptying their bounty

raw enough to feel each moment

slip by knowing

you do not get out alive

and neither does anyone else

these moments

slips of time

we spend with each other

holding hands

sometimes clenched teeth

bruised hearts

it will all end someday

and we’ll miss the moments

we spent in furious rage

lamenting over something so painful

and yet now so insignifant

do we get to take another breath

do we get to wake tomorrow

do we get one more chance to make it right

do we get to say good-bye

the way we want to

and most of the time no

it burns in hearts

makes it seem like we could almost bleed to death

from tears lumped in throats

we do not get to escape this pain of living

but we get to choose

what we lean into

in our moments we have left

 

Poem 16 Red

red

not a color

but an energy

pulsating

vibrating

it’s own source

it’s own means

it exists

wants you to know

regardless if you believe

it’s here

not leaving

staying

pulsating

in your veins

your heart

your soul

letting you know

it exists

you exist

live live live

its says

live live live

take a breath

live live live

there is something beyond this body

the vehicles that got you here

the memories the pain the tears

none of it is real

except this pulse

this vibration

this being

pulsating

is you

and you are beyond all of these things

and you are beyond all of these things

and you are beyond all of these things

you are made of this

red

this red

this energy

this pulsation

this vibration

this beat

this flow

this now

this you

here

now

to do what you came to do.

 

Poem 17 – Moonshine

A day of dreaming

what would become of us

after the moon

we all looked up

drunk on it’s glory

in our collective wonder

and amazement

of life’s mysteries

science explained

but yet we look

and wonder

if it means something more.

 

 

Poem 18 – Poem for the Hungry

Make it simple

delicious, tasty

something you have in your cupboard

mix things together

don’t be afraid to try

flavor them

add more

taste it

taste some more

allow yourself to savor it

each flavor

each moment

each bite

you’ll forget you were hungry

you’ll forget about everything

if the spice is right

and the moment is relished

it’ll feel like

 

Poem 19 – Space Cowboys

We look to the sky and wonder

the vastness of space

the complexity of what we see

the amazement of what could be out there

The adventure of discovery

the frontier beyond our sphere

they ride the rocket to the moon

someday maybe Mars

someday, maybe beyond

the terrifying reality of something going wrong

the horse not surviving the trip

not being able to send another horse

make these space cowboys

heading on a possible one-way trip

to no where

and yet they ride

the horses have failed before

the possibilities behind

unknown lights and unresolved pictures

reflecting back ideas that someone else might be out there

we must always remember

long ago a few brave souls

taught us the importance

of our collective knowledge

intelligence

and will to survive

and most important

that lives are more important than missions

and getting home is a job well done

for that is what will tell

someone else out there

who we really are

and what is important to us

what together makes us

 

Poem 20 – Comfort

comfort

creamy dark coffee

slow start saturdays

warm covered sheets

soft stirring sounds

peaceful paced walk

symphony of life

nature’s beauty abounding

momentary awareness

 

Poem 21 – Today2

Today

well slept

coffee brewed magic

delightful thoughts

healing

no analysis necessary

time spent wisely

in the present.

 

Poem 22 – Today

Today

Felt long and sad

Not sure why

then conversations no one wants

news flashes no one wants to see

someone’s days end.

Today was not a great day.

Next time I won’t second-guess myself

when feeling so sad

wondering why

I’ll know it’s coming…

 

Poem 23

“Today’s remains stand upon the virtues of stretching the truth,  the idea of truth, that gold throat. We liked you as sunlight, ”  from “Sunshine Prosthetic” by Karl Parker

Remember when we were just an idea,

a fleeting miniscule cell perhaps on the brink of nothingness.

There were no boxes to crawl out of, no bad days or fevered tizzies.

The purity of it all, the connection, the spark.

Yet we go down this path and forget and forget and forget

until the dark has crept up and permeated everything.

Why can’t we remember that we were an idea

in the mind of it all and then came to being,

rare like emeralds

bright like diamonds

shining in the face

here

now

to do what we came to do.

 

Poem 24 – All of My Failures

All of my failures

Started off as a really good idea.

Short poem

 

Poem 25

Sometimes it’s good riddance and sometime it’s too soon but goodbyes just suck sometimes. short poem

 

Poem 26

On April 17^th my calendar is written: Ken’s Birthday. Lent is over. Eat a fucking pancake. Short poem

 

Poem 27

This stupid commercial with Gigantic singing makes me think I can do anything and I hate that commercials have this little itch that scratches that think in all of us and it’s only selling us something to make us believe that with it, we have it, when we had ‘it’ already.

 

Poem 28

Jewell Karinen is a poem I didn’t write.

Short Poem

 

Poem 29

There was a poem that I decided not to write with my wrists or hang off of someplace taller or drown in chemical oblivion instead I called it life. Short Poem

 

Poem 30 – This one better be good.

This one better be good

It better make souls sing in heaven choir clapped thunder

Make bad parents turn themselves in

And make everybody’s favorite dessert harmful to no one.

It better be that epic concert note held in for eternity

and the nostalgic bliss of “I was there” last forever and forever and forever

That wave never came to shore, all got to ride

The sun only went away briefly so clouds could unleash their bounty and water the earth.

Endless it is

endless no going back to Mondays

every day is Saturday and it’s time to sleep in, brunch and enjoy the day

Everything eaten delicious

Everything eaten nutritious

Everything bountiful

Everything happened as it should

Everything was wonder-filled

There is no lamentation

No unrealized potential

Not in this one

Not in this time

Not in this place

It was all

Inbetween the nothing

Slips of brilliance

Turning into shades of something new

Here it comes

This thing called good

You’re not waiting for it

It’s already here

Just watch

Just listen

Just feel

Cause if you keep waiting

You’ll miss it

So look around

Put all the pieces together

Stitch it together with slip-knot-believes

so it will only expand

And get bigger and bigger

Shout it from the mountain tops

See who else is there

Clasp their hands and say ‘thank you’

Clasp their hands and say ‘welcome’

Look in their eyes and say ‘I love you’

Look in the mirror and repeat

Look in the mirror and say

‘Look, we made it.

I’m so glad you’re here.

This one, this one was so good’