Just a Moment

I just found something I wrote back in college, but was too afraid to post. To my past self, this is for you!

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I know it's not your thing.
I know you have a child, career, you volunteer, your love life, sickness, or
Maybe you're a loving father, an out gay teacher, maybe you work with at risk youth or at the old folk's home
But do you have a minute?
A quick minute for
hungry children, dying trees, homeless shelters or Parkinson's disease?
What about initiative 345 or 456 or 567?
We just need a signature and would you like to be on the mailing list?
Guess not.
Do you have a quick minute for
love, life, others or society?
Can I push you to listen for two or three?
I've been standing here all day and kissing at your feet I can't see why you
Walk
Walk Walk by me with a quick smile or a thumbs up
If you look away I can still see you
Donate a dollar or five
a signature or your time
I just want to Tell you!
I just want you to know how people, animals, trees, and the universe still suffers while you walk by!
Can you at least listen to me?

I know it's not your thing, but it's mine. And I'm tired of holding it in.
I want my love to spin and to act and to move and to create change and all I need is you!
I need you to be there for someone else: a face you can't see or all those that you do!
I need this to be fixed and not put behind us there is still
murder, racism, genocide and human trafficking.
Wasn't college the place where our voice will RING in the minds of our peers until we see tears?
Where is the movement? Where is our care?
Is there so much wrong in this world that you already use what time you have to spare?
Can you shut the fuck up about what you want to buy at the mall? Why you focus on it at all?

Pushing iLike on Facebook won't change a thing
This is real, this is here.

Minimum

Give to task
emotions invested in
what, which, when,
will I choose?
to Give a shit?
shuffle

what risk!
to feel pain for
pride lost for
disappointment

success is dandy nice
but a bad ratio


maybe now
i will enter all
to this target
to no targets
to a lifestyle
for my health
for Myself
I'm for willing for defeat
Can't take this away from me I am
Committed to
Pride


perhaps next time.

Ode to Future Children: May You be Able

breath
sharp pine
stinging sea salt
sweet blackberry flowers
wild strawberries

hear
silence of lonely woods
singing of wild plains
roaring of ocean
echoes of caves

feel
flower's petal nuzzle your cheek
spongy grass tall weave wiggling toes
cleansing morning mist in swinging hands
smooth weighty rock, chilled by waves

to skip

and fall into leaves




I was inspired by all the beautiful poetry out there by friends. Thanks for the read, feel free to leave comments, reactions and suggestions.

Nightmare Before Sleep

fuzzy fans faze in and out, waves on the stream of my thoughts
cool sheets rustle across legs turned, dragging the rest of my body to the
right, left,
lengthen spine
slower breath for less air to power
imaginings,
stories,
to do lists,
paranoia
of foreign sounds in the dark.
sweat clams
red flickers are four
eyes closed mind seeing.
flames are five thirty
turn 2 3 4 5 6 7 8,
position and turn 2 3 4
coals are eight.
a sting on my lips, tangy frustration rolling.
tensing with exhaustion.
exercise to relax.
the pillow sinks under the headache, pull pull pull me down, brick brick mortar brick my
stream of thoughts from
cohesion.

red lights burn ten; I've slept.

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My sleep schedule has been so off this summer, and a night with my girls this weekend completely threw me off any semblance of order my body had before. Lack of sleep truly frustrates me, thus the tears in the poem and on my pillow. If I don't sleep right than I don't function at my best, and fighting against my own body is one of the worst fights I have. I didn't sleep more than two hours last night, I hope tonight is better.

Chemical Balance

In his puce green sweater my monotonous professor droned on droned on droned over chemical properties. In the oozing heat I could only focus on his odor, wafting towards me from the breeze of an open window. His nose I followed with my eyes and mind, willing the olfactory sense to operate. I wanted that breeze fresh and cool. Malicious thoughts of
lavender
mint
febreeze
rubbing alcohol
caused my fingers to itch; and my nose to hope.




After putting the kids I was babysitting today to bed, I wrote this poem on their house chalkboard. I first put down green, monotonous, professor, and malicious in random points. Then making the short piece by filling in the empty spaces between with words.

I haven't written any creative writing for over a year, but I'll see where writing takes me in this blog.