New Home

Two days ago,
I took a flight
On a big plane,
Far from what I knew
As home.

Two nights ago,
I landed
In place
That I hoped would accept me,
This was my thought.

The day after,
I walked around,
Trying to be comfortable
Being very successful
And feeling like I belonged.

The next day,
I was enjoying myself,
Learning new things
And being accepted.
This was home.

Today I am going home,
To my birth home,
My legal home,
But I do not feel at home.
I have found a new home,
And it wants me home.

Old Man

Old man,
I see you every time,
Every time I pass the liquor store.
With a bottle nearby,
Half empty,
If not empty.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I always see you
Sprawled on the steps.
Unconscious
Next to the liquor store.
I never believed you had
Dreams to dream.
Why do you do this old man?

Old man,
I never pass the liquor store any more.
I can not stand to see you
Nor men like you,
With your faces wizened
From all the alcohol you drink
Your mind drained of all your dreams.

I don't want to see you
Nor people like you
Because you do not show progress of mind.
Now, old man,
I do not care to ask the question,
"Why do you do this old man?"

(pic: Örlygur Hnefill's photostream)

Black Tear

A black tear falls
Down my cheek.
Where did it come from?
What created this
One black tear
That now makes
A path down my face?

I don't know.

(pic: Krannert Art Museum)

Beats For You

Dagger aimed at my heart
Held by you,
The one I once loved.

You walk towards me,
Ready to attack.
I'm paralyzed,
Deer caught in the headlights.

You stab me in my clavicle,
Dragging the blade down
To my navel.
I feel nothing.

You grip my ribcage,
Pry it open.
My chest cavity exposed.
I stare at you.

Then you rip my heart out,
Yet it still beats.
It will never stop
For it beats for you.

* I've decided to just pull the poems out of the folder and type them in. Whatever the content, I will post it.

(pic: Rosey's Ramblings)

Over

I'm not mad,
Nor am I sad
At the year
That has passed.

Nor am I
Bouncing off the walls
With glee.
I'm just here.

It's over, baby,
A year to remember,
A year to forget,
A year has passed.

Now I leave
This room,
With it's pale yellow walls.
Room 408.
Nice living in you.
Nuff respect.
Big up your chest.

* I will be honest, while typing out this poem I was reading it with new eyes. At first, I thought it was about the room the art class occupied at State College, but as I read I realized it was a dorm room. It's amazing how something that was so important at the time is just a foggy memory long after. It becomes something that isn't important and worth remembering. I guess it is best to savour the moment you are in then let it go because it soon will be forgotten.

Differences

If only we were blind
To our differences,
But, then we would not
Appreciate what makes us
Different.

Untitled

Ain't found
My way
Home.
Only found misery.

Happiness
Cut out
Like a sacrificed
Heart
Still beating,
Pumping,
But nothing.

I want
To scream,
But I'm silent.
Tears fall
Instead.
But they too
Vanish.

And I'm left
Alone.
But I will
Survive.
I have Me,
Myself
And I
By my side.

*Another old poem. I think I had so much sadness in me growing up, not realizing that it was an invention of my mind. All I had to do was embrace life and enjoy it. It will take time to unlearn all of that damage.

Life, Love and...... YouTube

As I was going through my home page on Facebook I came across the first video below and it reminded me of my poetry and the readings I've done and I realized that my most potent poems were about love. That made me pause for a moment and question if that is the only topic I'm passionate about. I know I'm vehement about pro-choice, I believe a child should be brought up with a mother and father present, I've accepted and love the colour of my skin and the features I've been blessed with. Why haven't I written about those? I'll have to sit down and reflect on that. While I do that enjoy the clips below:









I'm going to post this post on my other blog as well.

Tell Me

Tell me
About the singer
Who sang
In the concert hall.

Did she wear a dress
Like liquid,
Shimmering around
Her body?

Does she move
Like a swan
Or like an agile
Cat?

What of voice?
Did it fill the hall
Like a wave
Into an inlet?

Tell me
About the singer
Who sang
In the concert hall.

(pic: TomRoelofs.nl)

Thoughts of a Sales Girl

Oh, how I hate you,
I dislike the way you waste my time.
The fact that you think
I'm your friend,
The fact that you
Come in every damn week.

Oh, how I loathe you,
I can't stand
When you ask my opinion
Then chose the other item,
Making it obvious that
You don't value my opinion.

Oh, how I despise you,
I wish you didn't try everything
Then don't by anything,
Raising my blood pressure
To a dangerous level.

Alas, I can not spout
My long list of faults
I've found in you.
All, I can do
Is smile and say,
"You look great."

*My mom owns a store in town and at one point this is how I felt about a particular customer. After a while people do get to you, but when you are in a service industry you have to swallow your resentment.

(pic: All Things In Their Place)

Apologies

Every now and then I go through a phase where I question why I'm blogging. Then I come to accept that this is more for me than for the people who read this blog. It's all about cataloging all the poems I've written over the years.

So I will keep on posting and sharing with the world my work.

XOXO