Nov 20
poem 9 comments challenge: Wonder
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Pink and Blue

I wonder why our boys are told
that they mustn't let their souls slip out,
they remain safe if it is hidden.
It would be an act of horror
if it were to roll down their cheek for all to see.

I wonder why our boys are told
that they should blaze blue or rage red,
as they throw, or catch, or tackle.
The words beautiful should not be uttered
about anything other than a female,
especially not yourself.

I wonder why our boys are told
that every situation must be grabbed by
their muscled arms alone,
and they must do whatever they need to do
to shove all of the pieces into place.

I wonder why our girls are told
that their bodies must flawlessly pink.
All imperfections in the stitching
are her fault and must be 
covered up otherwise she
is just an unwanted scrap of fabric.

I wonder why our girls are told
that their worth lies in their 
Oct 29
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Strings

You have me on strings.
Unknowingly, of course.
Yesterday a slight release of them sent me
endlessly spiraling into a dark abyss for
hours and hours
until you yanked on them lightly and sent
me rocketing up into the sky.

One person shouldn't be allowed
to have this much power over another.

 
Oct 20
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Dear Nama

Dear Nama,
I prefer not to think of the day
when you aren't there to scold me 
for eating the cookie dough,
or worrying about pointless things.
To rub my shoulders
when I need a break
and pull me along
to walk the fields with you.

But the truth surfaces
with every one of your off-balance steps
that yank your hand from mine,
taking you from me
for just
a moment.

I know you have a while left,
I see it when you jump over
the ocean waves blundering towards us.
The always knock you backwards
a few more feet than me.
You always make up the distance,
a smile on your face.

Those few feet
have made me think,
Nama.
About when you won't
make up the distance,
when you won't return,
when you won't take
any more footsteps.

I have contemplated what I should do
to settle the ache in my heart 
Oct 18
poem 4 comments challenge: Color
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The Obliteration of Gray

Blurred lines,
the in-between.
All of us are familiar with
the gray zone.
I searched Google for specification,
for clarity on the unclear.
I received the following:
"An intermediate area between two opposing positions;
a situation, subject, etc.,
not clearly or easily defined,
or not covered by an existing category or set of rules."
-The Oxford Dictionary

So,
to answer your question,
if I could implode any color into nonexistence,
gray would be gone.
In an instant.
Because if gray flew off the face of the earth,
my constant deliberation,
pain and frustration,
would disappear with it.
I am constantly trying to shove
puzzle pieces of myself
into one labeled category or another,
but I never fit.

I know that this will remain the way
the tears will stream down my face
forever.
Wouldn't it just be easier
if everything were either
Oct 12
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To The Eye

To the eye,
I am
grandfather's faded
gray socks
that have been worn for decades
You are
vibrant trends on display
for all to see
in the glossy pages
of magazines.

I am
creased with lines
like the page in a book
that has been folded over
too many times.
You are
freshly picked strawberries
just harvested and 
doused in fresh water.

I am
speckled,
littered with brown spots
like an overripe apple.
You are
flawless,
like the glassy surface
of the lake 
in summertime.

To the eye,
I know I can never compare.
But on the inside,
we both know,
recognize,
appreciate,
and love each other
as equals.



 
Oct 12
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To The Eye

To the eye,
I am
grandfather's faded
gray socks
that have been worn for decades
You are
vibrant trends on display
for all to see
in the glossy pages
of magazines.

I am
creased with lines
like the page in a book
that has been folded over
too many times.
You are
freshly picked strawberries
just harvested and 
doused in fresh water.

I am
speckled,
littered with brown spots
live an overripe apple.
You are
flawless,
like the glassy surface
of the lake 
in summertime.

To the eye,
I know I can never compare.
But on the inside,
we both know 
recognize,
appreciate,
and love each other
as equals.



 
Oct 09
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The Raindrops of Frozen Time

Cars roar past us, 
blithely charging through the massive puddles
Water sprays,
quick and sharp.
A burst of sound
ever repetitive
with the passing vehicles.
Underneath it lies the 
pouring of the rain,
a steady expulsion of air
from hushed lips.
The beat to which it all moves
is none other than the
squelching rythym 
of our shoes slapping 
the pavement.
The tumultous clamor
invaded our eardrums
long ago.

A car blunders past, 
and time hangs
for a second
anticipating 
the next loud invasion.
But it never comes.
We remain there,
frozen.
The beat of our shoes persists,
but now the continous turning of my legs
is that of the pumping wings
on a butterfly.
My breaths come fast,
fluttering through the still neverending air.
I inhale, expanding my rib cage
and spreading my palms
to bask in the raw raindrops
Oct 05
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Inspirational Rarities

The people who most inspire me are…

The ones whose smile flits onto their face at the slightest appearance of happiness,
the ones who unapologetically radiate their light throughout the room at every occasion,
the ones who drip with the raw power of vulnerable authenticity,
the ones whose arms open warmly without a conscious thought,
the ones who act as if everything in the world deserves to be treated with compassion,
the ones who don’t ever spare a glance at what others are doing,
the ones who obviously live purely in their moments,
and if you happen to be in one with them,
don’t ever take it for granted.

 
Sep 28
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Sunset

What is it about you
that draws every being in?
It's as if you have all of us on strings,
tethered to your magic.
No other sorcery 
than purely existing.
The human transfixation
with beauty
does all of the work.

Please,
grace me with your heavenly presence.
Share with me your secrets,
whisper them into my ear.
I won't tell anyone,
I promise.
My lips are sealed
for you.

We are all yours,
yet the true beauty is that you deserve it
because you remain humbly oblivious.



 

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