I start working during the day
And when it gets dark
You turn the light on for me
I am sitting, in a low lit room
A light streaming from the kitchen
You turn the lamp on for me
I am sitting in my apartment
You’re not here
There is no lamp
Tag: poetry
Evolving Emotions: A Churning Prison
Naked in a world foreign to my body
Tears well up
A refusal
A protest
Amidst the overwhelming reality before me
I tremble
Unable to breathe
Afraid to utter a sound
Suppressing all movement
For fear that the world will hear me
See me
Acknowledge me
And take me with it
In its churning jowls
Pressured production
Cyclical aging
And infinite pain
My heart pleads and bargains
Against what quickly approaches
I am growing older
By the passing hour
Minute
Second
Forced into the assembly line
With a ball and chain at my feet
I am scared
Of what mechanical existence lay ahead.
Without close
I want you to say something
Say something
Say something
That’s going to make it all better
I want you to write again
Text me again and tell me
Something
Something that’s going to make it all better
I want you to say something
Say something that’s going to fix something that
I don’t know how to
I tell you I want to talk
You tell me I’m not talking
You’re talking and I don’t know what to say
Evolving Emotions: You
Everything reminds me of you.
The faces whirl by in a sea of familiarity
I think I recognize your smile,
your walk,
your presence
I don’t.
A laugh echoes down the strange hallway
It settles into my ears swiftly and soundly
But it’s not you.
Tears flood my eyes in your absence.
The comfort that held me is no longer.
Is home really home anymore?
Is life what it was before?
No,
But I miss you.
I miss you and your
Charming intricacies
Audacious interests
Burning desires
The words you gifted others
The humility woven in your soul
Nobody can compare
And content will come
But for now
Everything reminds me of you.
The Poetry Snapshot: Metamorphosis of Time
Before children start sleeping with memories
to look back on,
A nostalgic vault,
meant for safekeeping,
but never with its lock on,
they can only imagine of what could be.
Dreaming of a future where they would see
the grace of age swept away by the river.
Tides of childhood crash on shore,
As early bonds forge and turn folklore
into missions to explore;
with every mention of maturity,
youthful optimism is deplored
to have crayoned ideas be more respected,
and backyard ponds take us around the world.
We try to grow up,
in hopes that age will let us go.
Stop gripping us to our seat.
Locking us at home.
When will you realize age is your protector?
A collector of laughter,
advocator of reckless spur.
A metamorphosis of time,
keeping your life from accelerating,
until you cannot make anything of the blur.
When that time comes, oh what a wonderous transformation!
Vibrant and thunderous, with no hesitation.
A breakthrough and bestowment,
from hurrying to grow up to savoring every moment.
Evolving Emotions: Squirrel Staring Contest
A bushy tail
Flourishing in the bitter wind
Curiously Driven
Hopelessly Eager
Frantic paws
Working through
The solid Earth
Toward a humble prize
A heart beating rapidly
Blood flooding the body
Lungs accelerating
In the face of something new
A charming face
Greets the beady eyes
The new creature crouches
Waiting
A stare interlocks them
Each afraid to move
Crunch
The leaves sound
The being shifts
Away rushes the animal
Up a tree
To refuge
To a world unknown
To the person
Crouching among the leaves
Striking disappointment
Slapped across their face
