Dec 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Food
talari.anderson's picture

i cannot

i cannot eat my favorite foods.
yes, it's true
cheese and milk and butter 
bread and crackers made from wheat
are off limits.
that means no pizza
with lots of grease, and tomato sauce, and herbs
that means i will be hit with a barrage of dietary questions 
when i babysit and i can't eat my own mac and cheese.
that means learning how to bake bread
that doesn't come out right, anyways. 
but hey
at least i have a little self-control.
Dec 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Last
talari.anderson's picture

shopping

this is
your last chance
to buy my silence.
quickly now - pick it up
it is only $3.00, good sir
place it on the conveyor belt
and walk out with it.
once it is gone,
my silence 
is not
mine.
 
Dec 11

Staying strong when the shadows stretch


We
can not ever
be free
they still
lurk
at the edge
of our minds
waiting
for a time
to strike
but
have to
stay strong
even 
when the shadows
stretch
for even the shining sun
will have a shadow
we must learn 
to live
even 
when the shadows stretch
Dec 10

Spark Plugs

light
switch
to
the
other
as
the
plug
sparks
the
first
light
to
the
world
of
those
who
shrink
away
from
prying
eyes
and
those
who
bask
in
the
lights
of
glory
of
the
spark

plug
in
the
world
Dec 10

Halfway

halfway between
the switch blinks
as the fire is kindled
to start a nation
or a rebellion
or a war

one idea can ripple
across
and through
the world
to touch millions

and we just
go
in our turning ways
desperate for change
innovation and success

but its halfway between
that the fire
is born
Dec 10

Noises

Snap
Pop
Blink

go ideas
that zip through my head
as i write

Click
Tap
Clack

go my keys as
the words
of my voice fly across the page
Dec 10

Quiet

Quiet
is the house
of screaming
silence

Quiet
are the stars
blasting
their twinkles

Quiet 
is the crawling
rays of the sun
reaching their hands over the
horizon

Quiet
is the gentle
tapping of my computer keys
Dec 10

Different; Inferior

"they are
different

they are
wrong

you must not
talk to
them

or
be near
them

you must
ignore
them

and
belittle
them"

is what i'm told
but what if i don't 
want to 
listen?

"you must not
drink
their
water

or use
their
bathrooms
Dec 10

I See Your Truth


You try to smile 
when I cautiously tell  
you
the universe 
was never meant
to be this large,
it happend on accident. 
But instead
your lips turn down
and curve crookedly
into a frown. 

- I didn’t expect you to understand 
Dec 10

Piano and Publication

She was always there.
Short gray hair,
cheerful sweaters,
frameless glasses,
and a kind smile.

Sitting at the piano,
sweetly playing
for us to disregard.

For eight years,
she accompanied our skipping
in small bright feet,
changing to clumsy disrespect and defiance.

Whenever the swooping teacher
spoke abrutly to her
after she played a bit too long,
not being able to hear the request to stop
Dec 10
macdonae's picture

3:15 Basketball

Rushing through the locker room

Tying those bright white shoes
Pulling out a ball from the mesh bag that someone had brought up from under the stairs

Bouncing it hard on the gym floor
That swish from the net rings through  my ears

The ball pounding the round even harder know
I hear Coach A yelling to tell us to start warm ups
Jogging around the court twice and stopping basically out of breath

We start stretching
Dec 10
eulusivepurplepanda's picture

You, Me, and an Open Grave

I prayed this day would never come.
​The day I said good bye.
You were my life.
My love.
My drive. 
I thought we were okay. 
You promised me you were okay.
I tired my best to keep you safe. 
Yet, you took the gun.
​I never saw you again.

​A suicide they said. 
A body found in the middle of the woods.
At first a missing persons case, now a tragic death.
I knew we were both broken.
Dec 10

Everything But The


The way you talked, 
demanded attention. 

The way you walked 
required a stare or two. 

The way you are
was the way
we wanted.

And you really did have everything,
everything but the smile.   

 
Dec 10
Icestorm's picture

Not Forever

When I was younger,
I did not understand
why I was not allowed outside after dark
or why I couldn't play with knives.

When I was younger,
I could not fathom
why my parents never watched the news around me
Or why I was told to say
no, I don't feel comfortable when you do that.

When I was younger,
I got angry when
I couldn't walk home with my friends.
or go see the new PG13 movie in town.
Dec 10

d r o w n.

tempestuous oceanstorm, i owe you my heart. 

my heart my lungs my warmth
though my rib cage,           (for which i have no key)
is locked, 
but

part my lips, past teeth over tongue
please tear through my throat 
rip my windpipe , claim your home there
replace air with raging saltwater
as i sputter and writhe

shred your name into my tensed muscles 
Dec 10
starrysleep's picture

6:45


Midlife
 
The boy you met in college
abandoned you for a christening.
He is in the album you looked
through earlier today. You forgot
the color of his eyes. How could
you forget? They are chemical
and the future. Today they
savor of lightning.
Routines are simple
enough: door open, bag
clunked off, face set
in discontent. He asks
you what dinner is. You
say eggs. You also say to
clear the dinner table
Dec 10
starrysleep's picture

Frequently I blow off homework to write poetry

About the boy I met over the summer who
Wore pastel eyeshadow and jittered when he spoke
And the girl I saw him kissing under the upside
 
Down tree. I am forgetting. Was it the other
Way around? If you want to remember
Something, it is best to be in context. Take
 
The sea. If you want to taste the sea, take
A walk along a highway and I guarantee you
The rush feels the same. Artificial breeze
 
Dec 10
starrysleep's picture

An Ode to the Color

The sunset is russet
tonight, warm,
like paste. You take
her out to see the sky tonight
and she spends a
galaxy mourning about
it. Most girls smell like rosewater
or pine or some type of cream
from L'Oréal but she smells like
the sea. If you close your eyes
against the side of her neck,
right above the brittle
collarbone, viridian – do
you see it? She is orange.
Fresh and minty and
hell in blood. Pour a glass of her
Dec 10
starrysleep's picture

Paraíso

The longest nights: chemical-yellow streets &
skin perforated by traffic lights. Somewhere among
millions of columns of exhaust a black van
with a tacky cursive logo stickered
onto its windshield is traveling at 72 miles
per hour. A n g e l s. It’s hollow inside.
The driver feels too much space. The bodies
behind him pile upon each other, limbs nested into
crooks of necks & collarbone – cozy.
Dec 09

Unsmiling Strangers

Lyrics From "Waving From A Window" From The Musical Dear Evan Hansen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfnMvo87fQU

On the outside, always looking in

am i truly heard?
truly seen?

Will I ever be more than I've always been?

heard and seen for
who i
see myself as?

'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass