I made a short video of my poem “Answers” I hope you enjoy.
He tried to explain to me
That my soul has forgotten how it used to be
Before it was imprisoned by this jailer, this body
As the bright light shined down on me
I was blinded and no longer can see
That this… what I love so much is just a prison keeping me from my destiny
I often forget that I have a choice
I let the radio choose what I listen to
And let the TV feed my brain
I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.
The wide eyes blinked
It was over
The war has engulfed the pond, the garden, and the moon
It wasn’t her choice
Too young to worry, too old to cry
The wide eyes stared at a green leaf, among the ruins
The birds might come back
She poured what’s left of her water on what’s left of a tree
The apples will grow!
(A little darker than I usually write. That is because it was inspired by my life experience…)
In a treasure chest only my eyes can see
I hide things that make me, me.
There you’ll find treasures of my own
poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.
But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.
So I throw the key and join the fight.
I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.
I see paws digging beneath a stone.
Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.
While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.
“He will save us, don’t you worry,
loving and strong, the hero will return.”
The priest found a way to calm the crowd
So they stood still as their town burned to the ground
“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered
“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”
But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.
“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”
The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”
But everyone was gone.
The flame surrounded the red eyed man.
And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.
I am but one voice lost in many
I shout when I can
But I doubt that I am
More than a voice in a world of plenty.
Occasionally, I see astonishment in her eyes
After hours in front of the mirror
There’s grief in her face and a wilting in her soul
As if she’s met herself for the very first time
Loses the words
She loves that one in the mirror—not herself
I want to go into that world, she says
I want to be where this beauty is
There, left is right
There, wrong is right
There, dawn brings comfort
There, everything is changeless
There, silence ceases screaming
And peace is infinite
Now glued to the mirror, her expression changes
Up close, she finds herself
She finds the loneliness that bent her spine
She sees lines of pain on her face
Sadness defines her being
Pulling away, she again sees just a beautiful reflection
And is content to be back—back where others see her
Not so close
Then all at once
Words run through my brain
As I lay in bed to rest my head
The whole world screams
And I can’t define the feeling, the noise they make
So I rush to find a paper, but my pencils break
And slowly then all at once the voices disappear
Leaving me all alone laying here.
(How I feel right now, midnight thoughts)