change

Old News

~ akleneth ~ 8 Comments

Composed 8/28/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Magnetic.

I get new things
When they’re old news
Technology, trends six months overdue
Modern marvels are standard fare
Before I dare
To roll the dice or break the ice

Harry Potter, Game of Thrones,
Cell phones, smart phones,
Weezer, fidget spinners,
Driving, wearable technology, about a thousand movies,
Facebook, Snapchat, (and all social media at that)

Such things
I resist
In some inbred dislike of popularity
A posh, misguided judgment stemming
From an unjustified sense of superiority

But in the end my resistance snaps like a rubber band
I can’t resist the magnetic pull
And I dive in
Consistently
Late to the party
A Starbucks carrying straggler to destiny
That I actually end up enjoying

Lord knows this habit will one day be deadly
High tech gas masks that are #trending
Will send me out to the wilderness waiting
For radiation to take its toll
And pride to eat away my soul

Advertisement

On Top of the Hill

~ akleneth ~ 2 Comments

Composed 6/29/17
Description: Busyness has taken me, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It creeps up all at once the future
from textbooks and essays to
apartments and salary
real world responsibilities
duties that are daunting but suddenly achievable
I honestly never thought it was feasible
to walk out and succeed with this much ease
and I’m standing on the hill looking back
at all the paths I’ve taken and the people
I’ve collected on that journey
and how each of them lifted me and how
God has had a hand in guiding things
And I think…
I’ve made my decisions decently
I enjoy this
unique branch of reality in this parallel universe
I look forward and see misty possibilities
I might have found my true calling
I just have to keep moving forward to see

Change

~ akleneth ~ Leave a comment

Composed 4/16/16
Description: For Day 16 of NaPoWriMo. A kyrielle (mostly). 

We look at change with timid eyes
A mountain rising in the sky
However what we fail to see
Is change is made of tiny things

Brand new routines in small amounts
Can change your life by leaps and bounds
A small new habit in a week
Shows change is made of tiny things

A splash of water on your face
A freshly clean and tidy space
Now shower voices loudly sing
This change is made of tiny things

Don’t let the mountain pass on by
The current path is smooth you find
Even small steps can feel so sweet
For change is made of tiny things

Flowers

~ akleneth ~ 3 Comments

Composed 10/8/13
Description: Another Lit Arts Mag hopeful.

Born into darkness
A husk of coulds and maybes
With no control over our start
We battle and stretch to gain nourishment
And against all odds we twist
Panting, gasping
Into the light

But that’s not the end
We endure storms, famine, change
One day we bloom
The next we die
Trimmed back, pruned
Tamed

But it’s ripping off the dead parts of us
Though painful and not so pretty
That helps us realize who we are
We finally bloom fully

So while I’m proud of your flowers, dear
Do not let that be all I see
Open up, turn back the seasons
Tell me all your stories