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Does love stop at a certain age
Has the flame of desire
Been extinguished by the years
Love can blossom at any age
Desire can still burn brightly
Age has taught us
The beauty of love
Walking the brightly lit halls of white walls and pastels.
Past the family holding hands in the doorway.
Past the woman looking frantically from face to face.
As if she really knows what she’s looking for.
It's the way of your laugh,
to the things that all past.
It's more, it's a testimant,
of growth that we lacked.
It's the left to the right,
when it's right to the left.
It's the process we go through,
As we fight and fumble through our life, around every turn lies a new and exciting challenge.
What is this from another time?
Shall it be his, or shall it be mine?
I do so wish for its perfect skin,
its brief height with high raised chin.
So When Are We TOO OLD To Be Seen As.... " Dope ".... ?!?
Or What's Called HOT Like Some SUPER FINE Crotch.... !!!!!
Well I'm At THAT AGE Where My Body NOW ACHES... !!!
But STILL Have A BRAIN That Functions... OKAY... !!!
Imperiled
I stand upon the precipice
no way to move forward
a cliff behind
Urgently
I yelp for rescue
I strain to find a way
Up, Down, Sideways
I always thought time went by slowIt felt like my first 30 years took 60 years Everything just felt like it moved at a snail’s pace
Tell me I’m not growing old,
Face is falling,
Curling then folds
My eyes are blurry
Not quite right
No remedy to fix this
As the end of day draws near,
I suddenly come upon a fear.
In the days when I am old,
Will my memories be so bold?
Will I remember every person I’ve met,
Orthopedic surgeon fled Vietnam at age fourteen
Old Lady works full-time and rescues children in between
My doctor doesn't know mother died from a complication of this surgery
There’s beauty here in decrepit things
Decay giving a face to objects
Once pristine
Rusted metal, the color of autumn leaves
Uninviting in its’ old age
Creaking hinges
like so many locusts
I feel a deep, deep sorrow,
As life nears its final page,
The hard times that come with age,
It’s enough to make a good man rage,
But somehow, there’s a special sorrow,
23: that’s how many days it took to stop thinking about you every time I woke up. It’s how many times I sat alone with hurt in my eyes this year alone.
To wake from your sleep
With groggy, foggy eyes
And to know of what you dream
'T is something you keep.
To wake from your daze
Listening to the voices
I notice those faces
You learned that nothing ever stays still,
And that life moves just beneath your feet.
That falling in love is definitely scary,
and that a broken heart doesn't mean defeat.
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
The older you get the more callous you become
Yet magic started for me at 23,
Balloons and bubbles were a thing at 30
At 60, my heart became wide open ratting me out for every feeling;
little tattle tale.
A little version of myself,
scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it,
hides it behind a frame,
tries to forget it exists.
A bigger version of myself,
reads the words on that post it,
At a local grocery store they offer free cookies to kids.
The peeling sign plastered on the glass pastry case reads
“Hey Kids! Have a FREE cookie!”
The monster.
It always came back to me, haunting me.
My own mother cruel as she has always been
Pushed me closer to the monster.
As Someone Grows Big,
You Never See What Changes
You Only See Change
Yes, You May Get Big,
But You Only See Changes
Once One Has Done Grown
One is a squirming burrito of tears, laughter and dirty diapers.
At least that's how her mom put it.
Two is much the same, though more mobil,
When I was little
I used to be angry at the world
For letting the night sky
Grow dark.
I was angry at them
For taking away the stars
When I got on my knees for church
And asked who am I doing this for?
When I watched a man die on the street
And wondered why anyone need be poor?
When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
I was no longer a child when I realized my greatest fear was not that of the dark, but of being so vulnerable and helplessly in love that I would not be able to stop my heart from being broken.
ever since you were a young girlyou showed loveample amounts of loveto everyone who stumbled upon your broken path.this world has b
Let me in, Let me in, or I’ll
Force my way in, cried the
Gentle youth, whose hand quivered
Upon the doorknob.
That boy can overlook being
Time embraces the world with light,
And sets the sun for an inky black night,
It can be the stitch for a broken heart,
Or a sharp steel blade that cuts life apart.
What can be said of the disintgrating people?
The ears, the eyes, the mind goes.
Ticking time
Slow and slow
The legs, the arms, the heart show
How age reaps life it once sowed.
Lighting scorches fresh fields of bloomin buds
Their innocent pink petals singed by sparks of the electric blaze
The Old man sitting on the porch of his past and destined home
Watches the pasture he has always watched
To Her
Dearest, fondest one to my heart
My eyes do beweep themselves on thought of you alone
There are not many things I could say to you
That have not been said a thousand times before
All the times I shouldn't have said sorry:1 year old: I apologize for being a mistake you made. I must get used to anger that never dissipates.
skin sags with the weight of the years
shoulders slump from a life full of fears
cigarette burning to calm the brain
bandaged face a reminder of pain
hair taken by a life of stress
Remember the timeRemember thenThat instance,When, oh when
Our youth, when we did what we didDidn’t care, didn’t giveInto the pressures, of parents or peersMan, those timesRemember?
The sun rises slow over floating clouds gray,
Golden rays of light flow across the lazy bay,
The quiet wind blows beneath the singing jay,
and welcomes the beauty of the second day.
i am fourteen years old.
i am not who i am by manifestation.
i am brewed by those who know me,
those who love me, those who knew me.
i am not big enough.
i am not listened enough.
Tell me what to expect
in the many years to come.
Tell me what adventures await,
what sorrow I may face,
what love is yet to come,
what heartbreak we await.
Tell me in all of your wisdom,
Do my steps weigh down
This island, and flood my home
In waves of guilt?
These frayed gaps tell me so.
Prayers force their way out of these pages
The wrinkles in my brain
Deepened from encountering challenging worldviews and processing biological texts.
The wrinkles around the cusps of my eyes
Years are measured;
Not by the days,
but by the time that takes up the days.
Time is measured;
Not by a clock,
I went to a musical, Heathers
It was reccomended for sixteen year olds
And up, and I'm only thirteen
It was my only chance, though, Mum knew that.
Heathers has some 'heavy themes' so there were
When I was a young boy, I had a conversation with my mother.
I asked her why she gave me the nickname "Chipmunk,"
And she said it was because I had the eyes of a chipmunk,
Bright and curious and full of life,
I am
blank.
So vast
is my time here
that I feel it
awash in white
like all of the colors
woven together to create
the whitest blue.
And I feel you,
attacthed by the same
I always thought that when I grew up I would be free
No cares in the world with a little responsibility.
No one ever told me about loans, mortgages & debt,
Age 5, his innocence defies life. Age 8, he's smarter now, I wonder what'll he be. A fireman? Oh, we'll see.Age 12, alive and well.
When I was 7 years old
My mind was consumed
With visions of angels
The soft glow of the sun
The splashing of water
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.
It's just like the old saying,
"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".
It's the same for beauty.
I had lead such a privileged life.
I danced toe to toe with rich men everyday.
They brought me expensive clothes that they thought would warm my soul.
Their eyes tied in knots at the sight of me.
I once stood for choices that colored me rad
But I learned the hard way an adrenaline high is only a fad
When you can live your life with millions of choices: a la carte
When you get your first dollar,don't spend it on the ice-cream man.When you get to first grade,read and do what you're told to do.You won't flunk.
If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearlsA flawed, blinding foreignnessAnd if it's possible---the descendant of Emily DickinsonBut have you really locked yourself away?
Same page different books..
From the dusty stones…
Hidden hopes in your blank looks.
In the library of our mind
Lines in a face, creases in a smile
Imprints and marks that have been there awhile
Wrinkles full of wisdom, time, and age
Watching the eyebrows of a face is like turning a page
The hours tick by
One by one
The never ending dance twirling around the circular floor
The years spin by
Withering, decaying, and all the while
New life begins
Tick, tock, tick, tock
We play simple games
These days it's just simple
From Monopoly to Candy Land
And Scrabble, too
Stratego, Risk, you name it
We play simple games
We get older, and the games go away
She was a beautiful gleam of light –that
last bit of gleaming sunset that strikes
through the sky like the chiming ring of
a spoon on fine crystal. She was a lone
dandelion seed floating on the breeze,
Freedom is not something that can be seen.
Freedom is not something that can be asked for,
because it is not to be demanded.
It can not be given to you.
Deep, still waters
serene, calm
form a perfect reflection.
Form an image
of an old, old man,
sitting silently
upon a rock, with misty breath
and withered arms
leaning heavily on a stick,
How strangely the world works
You have everything you've wanted
Yet you still feel alone
In a room of your closest friends
Why is that so?
How desire touches each soul
If life is like an open book,
My pages are made of glass.
As I carefully make each turn,
Time continues to pass.
A rip is like a crack,
In the story of my life.
Any kind of peril,
I am 18 years old
But why does that matter
You subtract 10 and I’m 8 all over again
People always tell you to act your age
But no one told me that at 12 I was going to be scared of being onstage
Those minisculed waves resemble my resentful, wrinkled handsAs we descend this goddamned surfaceInto the oblivion called sky and the heavens.
I guess it's just not meant to be,
I started out hiding the true me,
I really like you,
That's why I called you boo,
You were my heart and still are, and it sucks that you're mad far
Rushing to the ebony beauty store,
Shooting like a swift cannon,
I gaze upon stunning mahogany cosmetic brushes.
I reach the vine of goat-hair bristles;
I pluck the highest one with pure excitement.
At 6, she wanted to be a ballerina.At 9, she wanted to be a doctor.At 14, she wanted to be skinny.At 16, she wanted to be dead.
Angel hands with long and nimble fingers
Smoothed with age, paths of wisdom along pale skin
They comfort and soothe
You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash
And we were left to pick through the cinders.
You say to yourselves in muffled voices,
The world is a cold dead place baby,
the man says
and you can see
he means every word
You've got to do it for me now,
he says
and you can see
he means that too
he sets you down
The sun is setting and the leaves are turning red
or are they green
Sit in the windowsill and lean back on the bed
Sniff in the citronella whistle through your nose
clean
I have grown older
Over the years
And I must confess
I do not feel more
Like ashes or dust
But more like
Stone
We look up into the sKy
Entwined in it's view for it looks divine
In the day that we may die
We fly through our past
Pray for the day that we lay
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
All men are created equal
Equal meaning what?
Try and try again
Give ME the definition
Clear skies on the outside besides
the whirlwind taking over inside
Everyone else sees you as a kind man
He's sixteen going on thirty,
A boy no longer a boy
Craving sexual stimulation
But a man
Craving intellectual conversation.
I remember the dirt buried beneath my fingernails.
The anxious feeling of a young girl, choosing the perfect seed to plant.
I remember the sense of calm.
My green eyes
Gaze against my nearly translucent skin,
Then flicker across buildings
Of mirrors and concrete,
With blurry lights,
As rainwater descends,
Before pelting my crimson coat,
What is the lesson they intend to instill?
Pretending to move forward in our best intent
But watch, back they run, now slipping and sliding
Forgetting all about promises made
To be one nation under God
When my Great Grandmother was near death in the hospital
I was curious to see what an old person's butt looks like,
so I kept standing on my tippie toes to catch a see
America, America,Land of the free.Boast it all around the world.Equal opportunity.
America, America,What does it mean to be free?Tell it to the poor womanwho sits right beside me.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”and sell my soul to it’s stars and stripes.And to the glory it all withholds.To a nation of spinning clockwork,Perfectly intertwined, two faced,and brainwashed as the injustices
Say "The Pledge Of Alligence" every single morning, to start the day off right. Hands over our hearts and the viel over our eyes.
Faulty is my inner workings, on the fritz, frying, jerking
What else can be said of a machine obsolete
Launch a shell and sink my ironsides into the depths of the sea
Please ,disregard my unconscious wish.
(oh, politics)
are you only for adults?
the world is filled with children
who can't even voice their own opinions.
you raise us to be independent
you raise us to be proud
Though I'm a woman I know that I am freeThe constitution is alive,a river flowing from sea to shining sea.and despite the fact I'm under 18I know it's not because of my skin that I can't vote,
Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
Ask me who I am, and I will not hear you,
for I am deep within this crowd calling out my own name.
I will not know the sound of my own voice
until it whispers back.
Until then, I will spend my hours
Slowly the old man wanders down the steps
His knees don’t bend and his eyes barely see
He falls, curses the world under his breath
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But I say beauty is shown as we get older
Through the wrinkles that line our face
With such a elegance and grace
Our youth begins to fade
Brittle bones, shaking hands, forgotten.
Sits broken like the world,
spotted with age, wrapped in folds of time.
At the brim ready to escape. To run from lips
cracked and dry, the concrete that traps us.
I haven’t met you yet, but I have a question.
Our paths have never crossed and I have no idea who you are.
All the same I thought I should put together my thoughts so I know what to say to you later.
Just because we're teenagers
It does not mean that we're all the same
And can be guided in identical ways
We're individuals
Just because we are adolescents
It does not mean we are ignorant
What has become of you?
Remember our late night talking?
You use to be my Teddy,
I use to be your Light.
We'd spend endless night together,
2 insomniacs,
2 different reasons why.
life is an elevator
it has its ups and downs
sometimes it switches your plans around
but can that be the reason to fall?
nah not all
letting your emotions take control
A box lies here
six sides folded inward
weak blankets of dead trees line my insides
to be used and discarded, built
for the the comforts of a sniveling little child who played in the rain.
