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Restaurant Poetry“Water no lemon.”
Is the response I’d get when I ask them,
“How are you today?”
Working in a restaurant is its own little world.
In that small section of two booths and a table,
You make or break yourself.
And outside of that world,
Is another all its own.
People running around getting refills,
Getting extra dressing,
It’s like a dance as you slide past people
With less than a foot in between you.
And no one’s communicated what those dance moves are,
You just know.
When I move right,
You move left,
And we’ll pass off a tray of food and some dirty dishes.
“Coming out, hot!”
Without looking up or away from what they’re doing,
People make a walkway so you can get out
And get your customers their hot food.
If you happen to slip or fall,
Without a second’s notice people are gathering to clean the mess
Like a hive of bees,
Busy and ever working.
And for that blissful moment after hours of
Teddy BearHold me close as if I were your teddy bear.
The darkness shall not harm you,
And I’ll keep you safe from anything that might scare you.
I may show a small heart upon my chest,
But the love I express is larger than life.
Do not let these blank eyes fool you,
I watch over you in the night.
I may not seem like much,
But I can protect you,
Even in your wildest dreams.
And when you hug me close,
If you do not feel my warmth,
And I’m simply not animated enough to hug back,
Deep down know I’ll give you comfort,
And if my little arms could wrap around you as a whole,
I’d give you the biggest bear hug I could.
Hold me close as if I were your teddy bear,
And I’ll love you like you were my one and only.
Alpha WolfAlpha wolf stands tall and strong
The wind blows,
And the snow freezes his toes
But alpha wolf is not phased
Alpha wolf stands tall and strong
The pack has wandered
Alpha wolf is alone,
And nowhere in sight or call are his people
The snow covers sight within inches
The pack has wandered
Alpha wolf strides on
His heart is hurt,
And his emotions worn
No warmth from his friends to comfort him
Alpha wolf strides on
Alpha wolf cannot find food
With his sight blinded,
No animals can be tracked
He will have to go hungry
Alpha wolf cannot find food
Alpha wolf is cold
As time wears on,
The blizzard intensifies
And his pelt becomes chilled
Alpha wolf is cold
Alpha wolf is lost
His nose is frozen,
Beyond the sense of smell
He can’t find his way back to shelter
Alpha wolf is lost
Alpha wolf is limping
His legs are tired from the long journey,
From so much trekking in the snow
Every step hurts
Alpha wolf is limping
Alpha wolf is tired
His eyes drift,
And his body feels heavy
Maybe he can rest
These YearsThese years...
They've passed me by.
It seems I've lost more of my friends
Since I've left high school,
Than I have in my entire life.
Adulthood has attacked me full brunt,
With no exceptions being made to my circumstances.
Whether I'm ready or not,
It's time to make decisions.
I'm done here, however.
There are no more decisions to be made.
I'm tired and done doing the chasing,
And especially the hoping and dreaming.
Life has humbled me,
In ways I dare not repeat.
In this coat of shining armor I wear,
I stand alone.
I am being tested of my knighthood,
To what may become a full-fledged gentleman.
As I may stand a wiser man,
I turn my head and accept what may have happened.
Maybe some time in the future,
I'll appreciate the years that have been spent.
Perhaps these words I spell out in the stars,
Will become pages widely known.
And maybe my true desires...
Will be forever satisfied.
I am a purple zebra.
Do not question, why my markings are abnormal,
Or why my color may differ from that of a normal zebra’s.
I am different.
I am me.
I do not live in the amazon,
Or among those who prowl.
I live in a small girl’s fantasies.
I am of her creation,
And shall act as such.
These flowers that surround me,
Are not necessarily to symbolically represent a sensitive side.
You may call me magic,
You may call me odd,
Or as some like to put it,
I am a purple zebra,
And that is all I shall be.
Disunited BelovedIt was pitch black. Marina could hardly see her fingers in front of her face, but still she pushed forward, stepping on sticks and leaves in what could be called the Lost Woods. It was the newest of her rendezvous points of her distanced lover, so it wasn't the easiest to find exactly where they were going to meet.
Her lover Ivan and her were distanced. Their parents refused to let them be together, and they constantly move away from each other. One way or another though, the distance never seemed to be too great. Their parents thought alike, Marina supposed. Every time they would move, they would search on Google for a new place to meet, whether it be somewhere completely remote, or somewhere straight in public. It didn't matter, because no one else knew except their parents. It would usually end up with one of their parents finding out somehow, and then moving further away, but Ivan and Marina always found a way to be together. Always.
Marina tripped and stumbled with her hands held
Miles of WheatYou're in a large wheat field. Sitting down by a tree somewhere in the center, surrounded for looks like miles and miles of fabricated yellow. It's sunny, with only a few clouds in the sky passing over to sometimes create shade for you at a moment's time. You happened to wander out here, as it is your property, but not to the point of getting lost. You've been to this tree many times before. Many times in your childhood, until you finally grew up to where you are today.
You see a rustling in the distance. You're not quite sure who it could be, as you're miles from any sort of civilization, but you keep your eyes on this one spot, just to make sure that you're not seeing things. You stare, and stare, but it moves only inch by inch, as if it were to stalk you. You become tense, and ready yourself to run, but at the last moment, you see him come stumbling out of the wheat.
You ease, and smile as you see him brushing himself off from the grains that attached to his clothing. He looks up, s
Find Love - Part 4 - Lovely LadiesSix years had passed since Caden had first began living in the inn with the innkeeper. He soon grew to know the innkeeper as Jannet, and often looked up to her almost as a mother. Caden often pondered of his mother, and almost at times found himself slipping up and wanting to call Jannet mom. Although it never became clear, Jannet felt the mother-son bond forming between them.
Caden grew to work in the inn, and to help wherever he could. The village soon grew to know him, and the determined child that he was. As the years progressed, it seemed that Caden had asked every villager if that had seen Love. No one had, but as Caden grew to know these people, almost every one of them promised they would let Caden know if they saw her. Caden, although older, still believed in someone named Love. Almost like a teenager believing in Santa Claus, he believed through and through that he would eventually meet her.
It was one particular morning that stood out to Caden. He was sweeping the front porc
I thought I forgot you,
But then I remembered.
The way you made me smile,
Was something undefinable.
I thought I hated you,
But I don't.
I thought I would never forgive you,
But I did.
I don't know whether I'm being naive,
I think about you so much.
I can't deny you're the one I'd fight for,
Because you're everything I've ever wanted.
I know I shouldn't be so...
But I am.
And I've proved to myself I'd be stupid for love....
I'm a hopeless romantic.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't.
I can't deny you,
The way you make me feel,
Or that I'd fight endlessly for you.
I don't know that I even have a chance, but...
I want to try,
And let my romantic mind be, well...
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Travel to Dark City
I stare down the long, dark road.
I see buildings pass me by, with tragedies on the side.
Nothing is pure here.
Everything is deviant.
The people who walk shadow their faces.
The buildings have destroyed walls and windows.
You'd think you were in Wonderland, with a place like this.
Wonderland, with a twist from hell.
The dark colors flood my eyes, but doesn't draw me from the truth.
I know what I'm driving through.
I'm going to end up somewhere, God only knows I won't wind up here.
When this tank of gas is dead and gone, there lies my fate.
I see malicious gangs, gathered with their guns.
I see drug-dealers, selling for an overpriced profit.
There is no hope here, and there is no light.
What is at the end of this road, may be the death of me.
However, I will ride it through on my travels through the dark city.
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