Or even a smile
Little gestures can go a long way
Assistance when crossing the road
A get well card from a friend
Or even a stranger who insisted that you take their spot in line
Little gestures make dark days into friendly ways
Picking flowers for your mother
Washing the car for your father
Or even walking the dog for your neighbor
Little gestures have great importance
After all, why do you think I wrote this poem for you?
Anyone notice how hopelessly broken
Our TV screens seem to be?
We’ve been raised on it since we were children
But now the cracks are all I see.
The news divides the nation,
A place where suicide is advertised,
We’ve destroyed this generation
With all we’ve monopolized,
Fear and makeup is all I see,
War is painted on the screens,
And death is served with morning coffee,
Replacing our lingering sweet dreams, Read more »
Peirce my soul,
Seep into my being,
Like a thousand lightining bolts.
Break my heart forever,
With your eternal beauty.
Your spirit is like a storming tornado,
Thrusting my body forth.
Into your waiting arms.
Your peircing light
Which tempted my love
Pounds at my door; waiting
My heart aches for you.
I turn away
Leaving your soul to rest
In the paradise you came.
Leaving me; Leaving me for not too long,
Though I cry.
Kneeling before your grave.
I would join you in paradise now,
If only you were there to guide me back.
Shame; How could I even think of leaving them behind.
Now is too soon,
So I pray you watch over me.
Still in my frail physical body,
Until soon our spirits reunite.
And create again that storming tornado,
Now as one.
We are now one,
And I remember,
This is not the first time.
We were always together,
Though death has always binded us closer.
Remember; In the next thousand years to come.
We shall never be as we where never seperated,
For I love you with all my heart,
And my feelings for you are eternal.
As eternal as the crashing waves of the mystic oceans.
Forever one with life as much as death.
I have something urgent to tell you
And there isn't a doubt that I should
But my phone- well, I dropped it- it's broken in two.
Believe me, I'd call if I could.
The message I have is important
And by saying that there's no mistake
It needs to get straight to you, ASAP
I won't lie- the world is at stake!
Without my cell phone I am nothing.
I feel like a part of me's died.
I'm locked in a cell without anyone else
or any links to the outside.
I sent the phone in- it has warranty Read more »
Traveled by day,
Sleeping the night.
The colors lightened,
And the road whitened.
She sleeps in her nook,
Small and damp with age; shivers
Hidden; like a fly covered by the spiders shiny webs,
You forgot about her,
The clover blooming at her side
But on the side of the path she still awaits,
And Every dusk she sits and shivers,
Knowing you will come.
The moon and stars will grow old,
And her skin will whiten like the road did on that sunny day, Read more »
I haven’t got a temperature,
My mind is sharp and clear,
And yet I am quite sure,
There’s something wrong up here.
I’m hoping you can help me, doctor,
I’ve got a problem now.
My head keeps getting hotter,
And my ear is turning brown.
I’ve figured out your problem, sir,
Your head pains and your ear,
Are all from one mistake you made,
Before your visit here.
Your mistake of sitting down,
In the fireplace upstairs,
Has caused a chain reaction,
And set fire to your hair.
Head first I soared though the sky rushing past the planets. I felt a throb of heat to my body as I flew by the sun, it was a ball of fire whirling and twirling to close to my head. Ah now that my eyes could relax and take a break form looking at the sun I noticed that not only that was slowing down but that I could se them any stars above my head. I began to pick up speed going faster and faster, people gathered around the ground pointing up at he sky, pointing at me. I felt gravity above me and all around me, a rush the suddenly a bang, now all I could see was dirt. I was the girl who fell out of the sky.
This moment is perfect, living as it does
with unfettered bones
but splintered skin.
The grasses are metallic: hissing, rippling
in the singing storm overhead.
The bark of the thin-wanded trees
gapes open and life froths forth,
white and tender. Here
are my hands
I offer them to you and your silver-whip blades.
Paint them clean in the rain,
darkness has been staining my knuckles
and it won't come off.
My vertebrae filled with lead, slowly, Read more »
Mama fell in love with a hobo man.
She put her pretty ring in his old tin can.
And when her baby offered heaven, said,"your a real nice man."
But she let the pennies fall through his ghostly hand.
Rainey was the sky where the corn fields met.
Wove into each other like a fishing net.
Wrapped around the ankles of a boy in his bullet,
all singing to a lord, "Not done growing yet."
All singing, "let me love with the life of me."
"My bones hate to share their roots with reality." Read more »