“11 PM” (Poem)

I’ve been struggling to get back into writing poetry every day. Since I posted Broken Streak, detailing my lack of writing, I’ve written poetry off and on. This is from last night.

It’s late,

It’s late.

Did I waste the day?

Some would say yes

to an extent I would agree

But I spent time

with someone who

Is important to me.

So, yes,

It’s late,

It’s late!

I have so little time

Left today.

But I enjoyed the time

I had today,

even if perhaps

Some of it

could have been

Put to better use.

Past Poems (August)

All the poems I have here were written in August in previous years. Each is the first poem I wrote that August.

Welcome to the Movie Theater

31 August 2013

The midnight atmosphere,

Hardly any light.

The expected brightness

being processed instantaneously.

Music booming,

Sound-absorbers throbbing,

shocked by the sudden onslaught.

Images appearing magically,

Color-processors reeling,

trying to comprehend the attack.

Then, in surprise, it darkens again,

Leaving behind

a sense of mystery

and excitement

Coupled with

an overpowering feeling

of being full.

A story having been told

before the attendence,

Come to be amazed by

Today’s wonderous, fantastic, dreamlike

Movies.

 

Pretending Mirrors

27 August 2014

It is often easy

for me to

Pretend

that I am

Someone, Something, else…

Then I look

in the Mirror…

And it all comes back to me…

 

Confusing Frustration

9 August 2015

I wonder, why can’t I be stronger,

why can’t it take longer for

tears to overtake me,

to drown me,

to pull me away from control over myself?

 

Another Trip to Holiday World

6 August 2016

Up, down, all around

these mem’ries swirl

around me.

Soon I’ll relive

a few of them

with new friends that

surround me.

“Hair Dye” (Poem)

Recently I dyed my hair. That is the subject of this poem, as you probably guessed from the title.

This was written 21 July 2018. It is day four of my current poetry writing streak.

My hair was meant to be blue

But instead I’m not sure if it’s true,

for it didn’t turn out

as I expected ‘twould.

It’s better than my brother,

who has no blue hair at all,

Despite the fact we tried

to make it so earlier tonight.

“Dead Shower Thoughts” (Poem)

This was written 20 July 2018. It was day three of my current poetry writing streak.

Why do my thoughts

reek and rot

As if they are dead?

Here they are

just now, flowing

through my head.

But the words,

they stink and ooze

as something left for dead.

Why are my thoughts

reeking and rotten

As they flow through my head?

Prejudice (Poem)

This was written 16 July 2018.

Hear, hear,

you people around,

come hither and hear

of my adventures around!

I’ve been all the places

I’ve seen all the things

I’ve done whatever is common for human beings!

This adventure,

you see,

is desired by all,

and I’ve had it,

you see,

I’ve had it all!

All who desire to go on such trips

should listen carefully

to my masterful quips.

You have a lot to learn

before you live among true men,

for we look dissimilar enough

for them to realize

We don’t fit in!

But how can they see we’re different,

you ask,

they can see it, it seems,

with their eyes and their minds.

We don’t look like them

so we must not be the same,

they think,

and they’re both right and wrong

to think such.

For while we’re not strictly human,

we’re not not human either.

We’re just different,

but not, it should be,

to a noticeable degree,

at least from the people I’ve seen.

But they disagree

as you’ll notice right off.

A lot of them are nice,

as you’ve heard and expect,

but some are rude

when you’ve been perfectly polite.

There’s no reason for it,

but they will think you

don’t look quite right,

for whatever reason,

and treat you different for it.

The best you can do is ignore them

and move on to the humans

you’ve befriended,

listen to the nice ones,

take their words to heart,

for they’ll think of you

for who you are

rather than who they see with their eyes.

“Cigarette Stench” (poem)

This was written 19 July 2018. It is day two of my current poetry writing streak.

It smells like cigarettes,

I think from the guy,

it’s really gross,

but, hey, it’s not my life.

Doesn’t make it smart,

but still, who am I

to regulate another’s choice

Unless it also affects me?

There’s a line,

somewhere, on what can

and cannot be

Chosen for others,

And this, I think,

cannot.

“A Love Letter to Wifi”

Written 18 July 2018.

I’m working on writing a poem every day. This is day one of this streak.

Why do I not have wifi?

I’m trying to waste the time

before I am forced to leave

for work, important but un-fun.

Come back, please, wifi,

don’t leave me alone,

I need you to function,

without you life drones.