Dec 05
poem 1 comment challenge: Contrast

Decision

I see so many things in you from when I saw you last

yet so many things have changed

But I still can't trust you

(even though) you're older, smarter, wiser

wiser *scoff*

Truly I see who you're trying to be though

I can't let it go

Even though I need to forgive

I still reflect

and it was years ago

And I still wonder why

I'm making a big deal of it:

why you did it, was it me, or was it just you

I need to let go of some things

but I can still learn

Even now I'm faced with the decision:

Do I forgive and remember, or do I hold a grudge for something that happened years ago
Dec 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Ask

the bird's wings glistened in the light of the sun

Dec 05

extraordinary in the ordinary

before
we
learned
anything
everything
was
possible

unicorns
were
still
real
and
we
still
saw
fairies
outside
our
windows

wishes
were
made,
on
stars
that
still
danced
and
shot
across
the
sky,
with
the
utter
faith
that
they
would
come
true

things
in
the
universe
were
made
out
of
imagination
not
particles
and
formulas
and
the
stories
we
heard
always
had
a
happily
ever
after

but,
now,
we
know
too
much
too
still
believe
in
the
easter
bunny
and
magic

but
i
think
it's
not
just
the
fact
that
we
have
our
Dec 05

The Things of The Past

i dwell
on the things
of the past
too often
because i
seek
answers

i still
don’t know
why
in third grade
a boy
in my class
found that
he
had to
hit me
hard

my nose
bled

this
thing
happened
more
than
once

he
moved away
that year

but
he
moved
back
this year

and
now
i see
him in the
halls of
our school

and i
still
don’t know
if
i
did something
wrong
to make him
want
to do this

and
its been
more than
four
years
Dec 05

Some People

how do you
say something
when you don’t have the words

and how come
some people
do have all the words

and how come
some people
can speak

and how come
some people
know how to say the thing that you wish you knew how to say

and how come
some people
can say those things

because you don’t
know how to
because you don’t have the words
Dec 05

What We Wish To Forget

we find peace when we ease our aching minds
when we twist it to justify the mistakes that we have made--

in the things we wish to do over
and the things that we all wish to forget,

but by finding that peace for ourselves
we are forgetting.

forgetting everything that happened
forgetting what we need to remember

to ensure
that we learn

from
our
mistakes
Dec 05

Our Choices

“what is life?
they say it's from b to d
from birth to death,
but what's between b and d?
it's a “c”, so what is a c...”

we are taught to
give
but then
we are told to
take

we are taught to
think
but then
we are told to
act--now, right now

we are taught to
forgive
but then
we are told to
punish

we are taught to
care
but then
we are told to
neglect

we are taught to
remember
but then
we are told to
move on

we are taught to
listen
but then
we are told to
ignore

we are taught to
try again
but then
we are told to
find something better

we are taught to
love
but then
we are told to
hate

“...it is a choice…”
~ anonymous
Nov 30

Small World

Micheal's running away from the orphanage--again. But this time it's different. He will not be caught. All that he has is his sneakers, his clothes, and the little plastic panda Kued gave him. She's the only one he'll miss. He blinks away images of five years old eyes and he runs hurridly down the crowded Berlin street...

Kimberly Edwards blinks in the San Fransico sunshine streaming in her bedroom window. She tastes paper. Spitting, she glanced down and sees last nights book covering the bottom half of her face. She sits up in bed and rubs her eyes. "Today is a new day. Today is a new day. Today is a new day," she quietly repeats to herself as she throws the covers off the start her day...
Nov 30

The Voice

You feel the tug at first in your stomach.
Small easy to ignore--but you want to swim.
You cross the perfect white sand of the small Caribbean island. Your toe touches the water.
The tug--which you try to push away--becomes much stronger.
It seems to pull you in.
You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you're still in control.
You’re very wrong.
You begin swimming out.
Far.
Much farther than you would normally go.
You keep telling yourself you’re having fun, but you can just make out the small voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back.
The louder one--the new one--tells you to keep swimming, so you do.
Suddenly you decide you want to dive.
Down you go.
The water gets murkier, darker.
Your lungs begin to call for air, but down farther you go, listening to the new voice in your head.
Finally, the new voice quiets.
You come to your own senses.
Your lungs begin to scream for air.
Nov 30

i hope for tommorrowland

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where no one is judged.
a place where no one has to die fighting for something they don't believe in.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone is proud to be unique.
a place where aid is close.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone is accepted and valued.
a place where the government is stable.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone has access to everything they need.
a place where everyone gets the same rights.

i hope for tomorrowland
a place where a boy doesn't have to hide in a shell.
a place where a girl’s work is valued.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where the planet’s temperature does not rise.
a place where people care for one another.

i hope for tomorrowland.
A place where everyone, anyone, everything, and anything is safe.
...a place maybe a little less like today.

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