Month of Me! - Day 12

I'm a Retired Poet. Very retired. But here's some of what I used to do. Read at the risk of your own sanity.

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turn off the light

I have a full head tonight. thoughts running and racing, bouncing off of each other, makes it hard to write anything truly coherent.

so instead I'll leave you with someone else's words, a poet I grew up loving and I'm so happy to share with my son now. good night beautiful people, now turn off the light.

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"When You Turn Off The Light"

Small as a peanut,
Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
When we turn off the light.
Rich as a sultan,
Poor as a mite,
We're all worth the same
When we turn off the light.

Red, black or orange
Yellow or white,
We all look the same
When we turn off the light.

So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out
And turn off the light!

-- Shel Silverstein

and because you know the deepest me

To that one who knows me, all of me, more than anyone else ever has or will.

crash

We all can't bear the scrutiny of modern day society; the need to maintain false appearances and even more fake relationships can be too overwhelming for some. We all can't keep it together all the time.

Lately

This particular poem I wrote while I was really in love with someone and I wasn't sure how mutual the feeling was. Everyday that I spent with that person I was thinking of how I could reach out to them in some profound way and not just make them realize my love, but how much they really loved me.

what have i become-

The anger and hatred for another human being, that can grow and mutate in your deepest core like a tumor, and chip away at your very senses. You let it permeate until you can barely speak and you honestly believe that any actions you take against this individual would be justified.

how to cope

All I can say is that this is one of several 'written nervous breakdowns'.

shining contradiction

The passing confusion of a self-esteem built on a fading facade.

kiss...

it's in his kiss...

knew ya ears

The new year tends to have a universal effect on people. It tends to be a time of personal reflection and task-setting, high hopes, and shortly after, fallen aspirations. We generate a grandiose ideal of what we will be and achieve in the coming year only to dissappoint ourselves with short-lived successes and catastrophic failures. Are resolutions and unattainable goals a necessary way of life?

my sexuality is mine

There are two sides to every coin. While we need to continue to teach our young girls the lessons of modesty and being a proper young lady, we also need to teach our young women to be secure and empowered by their femininity and the wonders, and sometimes dangers, it beholds.

everytime

The unspoken yearning to create that one masterpiece! While this is every artist's hope, it can also be the bain of their existence, a feeling that nags and feeds their anxiety, making every creation a nerve-wracking experience.

how would i know

This poem is for the long lost, but never forgotten friend. That friend that might be far away in distance but never far from my heart.

Rediscovered

The birth of new love in a new relationship! Two people realizing that they've been through similar traumas in life and dramas in love and though it may have taken a while, they found each other, and now they are starting to find themselves.

Paradox

Are we meant to take in the experiences of life and accept them as inevitabilities, fates spiraling out of our control, or do we fight the powers that be in an effort to blaze our own trail? Are we even meant to know the answer?

My Girl

A tribute to the beautiful bonds of sisterhood and best friends eternally; that kindred spirit that feels like your second brain, heart, and soul.

Jigsaw

That moment of irrational fear and desperation when you analyze your present place in life and think, "Oh, shit, now what the hell am I supposed to do!?!" That's 'Jigsaw'

Falling-

This was a special kind of love. This was a love that no one but the two of us understood, but no one but the two of us cared. This was a spiritual love, a love was created in the stars, because that's the only place big enough to hold it.

Introduction

Empowered and self-actualized Woman, proud and true! This piece is spoken in the voice of all women, as a brief reminder that no matter what your background or personality, you should always come correct.

Dying Breath

I occasionally experiment in more structured forms of poetry, just to make sure I'm really learning something while I'm doing all of this. "Dying Breath" (the title is very explanatory of it's meaning) is my loose attempt at a Villanelle.