Crash

The world slows for split second
You lose control of your body
Everything goes quiet
But there’s so much noise around
The world continues to move
The panic and chaos sets in
What damage is done?
Who has been hurt?
What happens next?
You’ve stopped moving
But your mind is racing
What just happened?
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“I am still here”

“I am still here”
The words etched on an old bathroom wall
Several drinks throughout the night
Everything began to get fuzzy
I clumsily shuffled through crowds and doors
And found myself looking at those words again and again
There was something sober about the etching
Who did it and what did it mean?
Out of all the names and dates scratched onto the walls
There was one bold statement
In the most strange of places
“I AM STILL HERE”
And I wish I had the means to pen
“And lives are better because of it”

A Small Touch of Inspiration

Two attempts at poetry.

Nothing completed. Feeling eh about them but my goal is to slowly ease myself back into writing. So, here’s a couple beginnings. The first is titled Spark and the second doesn’t have a title but was my attempt at writing something about family. Let me know what you think!

It starts as a spark
A shimmering sizzle seeking to shine
You close your eyes
To evade the eventual eruption to come
It starts as a hope
That transcends into a dream
A dream that giants perceive
As a minute thing
The silver band around her finger glimmers in the sun
The image in the background features her in my arms
The couple in the picture seems so foreign
The woman I see is so beyond me
Her eyes shine as she smiles
My skin tingles as she caresses me

She

She’s accomplished
And I’m just barely getting by.
She’s strong
And I’m powerless in my battles.
She’s beautiful
And I’m simply the accessory that fits her arm.
She’s everything
And I’m not always in it.
She’s mine
And I’m enjoying it while it lasts.

Write

Jot some scribbles with a pen
Take down phrases with some lead.
Tap the letters and numbers on a set a keys
Or spell it out in flourscent green.
Pick your tool,
Set your goals.
However you choose
And whenever you choose to do it.
Write away,
And let your words be known.

Frustrations

Either this or that
Or nothing at all.
“Do this” “no, do this”-
“That’s all wrong.”
Be this, be that
Or go be somewhere else.
Love him, love her
But don’t love that one.
Tell me who to be
Tell me how to live
Tell me which person to love
Tell me, if you would prefer to be me instead,
Or tell me nothing at all.

Pause

Quiet of the night
While most others are sleeping tight.
Take a moment to pause
And step outside of the restricting walls.
Look to the sky
Let a moment or two pass by.
Enjoy it and breathe
Then return to the daily schedule of scenes.

Pretend

You pretend,
It’s what you do best.
You try to out do,
Because your strengths never shine.
You gossip,
To be a part of the circle.
You lie,
So you get what you want.
You pretend,
To understand what I know too well.
But I know it’s a lie
And you’ll never be a part of this crowd.

Shimmer

The metal shimmers in the sun.
The light catches her eye
And her little hand reaches out to grab it.
A man in his youth,
A man my daughter will never meet.
She will know the stories
She will know his face.
And one day she will see
That he is no longer of this place
But somewhere better,
Somewhere brighter.
The image of him sparkles in the sun
Like the place where he looks down on us from.

Preparing for Work

Six hours of sleep
Back on tired legs and feet
Need that boost of caffeine to start the day
An unmotivated start to the month of May.
Almost time to clock in
And let the countdown begin.

Exhausted today. Yesterday was a rough day. So much drama but an don’t even care to talk about it. Simply, people pretended to be our friends and lied to us for who knows how long and talked shit behind our backs.
Definitely not our friends anymore.
Being civilized about it and getting and giving back stuff. Just done with the whole situation. Getting too old for this shit. Not saying I’m old but once you have a child, you have to cut that crap out. But not everyone gets that memo.
Oh well, i’ll just rid myself of that negativity.
About to clock in. Dreading the next eight and a half hours but I gotta do what I need to do.
Just need to survive to Monday- the next off day.
Wish me luck.