An Innocent Deflection

Composed 10/15/16
Description: A journalistic ramble today, inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Subdued.

Nearly two years at this job and I’ve never
Done this
Not for anyone and I’m sure
My opposite has never done it, would
Never do it but that’s another story
The fact is I know you’re behind
But I have things to do yet
I do it perhaps
I’m just a doormat but
A steaming one

Yet
The end of the day rolls around you
Take time to pop your head in the door
Say
Thank you I appreciate it so much
And I can say nothing but
No problem
Because that feels good and now
I’m glad I did it for you
I knew I liked you

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Little Bird

Composed 6/8/16
Description: n/a

Hello, little bird
I can see the sadness in your eyes
How I yearn to pick you up and hold you
In my hands and
Keep you away from the fox that thinks
He’s a friend
But I can only keep an eye
Peeked over at your nest
Whisper from afar
And rush with open palms
When you fall

Empathy

Composed 6/7/16
Description: It’s a bitch.

Sometimes I pride on a heart make of ice
But there’s no such thing
Tragedy pierces and
Anger melts it
Sadness seizes and squeezes until tears leak
Out between clenched fingers
Happiness radiates and thaws
Hearts throb but it must freeze again
Because ice crystals keep the scoundrels at bay
But it inevitably melts away
And it always burns

Bored to Death

Composed 6/6/16
Description: Sorry for the hiatus. Summer is not a relaxing time for me, but rather a time to jump into a lengthy practicum (alongside work and social responsibilities of course). Speaking of educational matters, here’s a little something inspired by my adventures today.

Flood my veins with words of wisdom
Hammer secrets to my bones
Let the knowledge seep into my brain
But I already know

A Look Back

Composed 5/10/16
Description: For Writing 101, Day 4’s theme was “journey,” and it was also suggested that we use a simile. The following piece came from something I was thinking about writing about anyway, and I made it work. I think it fit quite well.

Last night I journeyed into a dream
It took me down paths I’ve sworn to abandon
A fictitious past sweetened and warm
A moment like toffee
That I gulped and discarded

Earlier on this road I am on
I would have savored seconds
Wrote long lines to reminisce and
Examined every scene
But older and further along as I am
I know now it’s naïve to dream

So I write this quickly and put it behind me
Because it will never be real to me

Untouchable

Composed 5/3/16
Description: So I kinda fell short of my NaPoWriMo goal, but considering this last week was filled with finals and a comic convention that involved many late nights… I still consider 24 out of 30 to be a pretty good record!

Anyway, said comic convention and other news made me think of the following poem, which I guess boils down to this: Have you ever wanted to be friends with a famous person?

Your fame is not why I like you
Nor even the reason for your fame
But rather because when you smile
It’s my smile
And your words make me think and laugh
It’s an innate understanding
That easy conversations would ensue
But you’re untouchable and even then only
Touched with suspicion
It makes me wish that we were born
In another time in place
Maybe then there would be space between us
And we’d fill it with friendship

On My Shelf

Composed 3/17/16
Description: Perhaps a cluttered shelf is a sign of a cluttered mind… and that’s just fine.
For the Daily Prompt: Shelf.

A cluttered, juxtaposed medley of me
A lightly dust-covered stationary sea
Of hats wrapped in ribbon, copper, red lace
That speak of an old and future time and place
Big blue boxes with small figurines
Of heroes and princesses, from movies, books, TV
Large, folded fans, too many tea cups and pots
And chopsticks alongside elegant clocks
Some tiny vases filled with ancient history
And floral, beaded bags of every color to see
Flowers from the neighbors
Flowers that span oceans
And books with pages always in motion
Shows, movies, autographs, sealed and cherished like treasure
Sentimental trinkets with value beyond measure
A cluttered, juxtaposed medley of me
Just glance at my shelf to see

Getting Shocked

Composed 1/19/16
Description: n/a

A voice
Distantly
Humming out between lips
Invisible and soft though sharp like I knew
Crackling with static as it zaps into
Wires and circuits and tiny synapses
In milliseconds striking
Like an arrow through
The heart
It surges with electricity
It steals my voice
It sets fire to my blood and burns throughout
But like a shock it’s gone in a moment
Leaving me
Annoyed

My Lips Fall Silent

Composed 1/11/16
Description: A very journalistic entry today. School begins tomorrow, but I feel as if the odds are not in my favor… 

my lips fall silent as
the worries bubble up
they dance on my tongue but must be swallowed
so they clog my throat and
my lips fall silent as I choke
on the thought of fresh snowflakes
falling on the morning drive
over ice
piling up and white and high
and if I live I am thrown into
unknown setups and time consumers
hours of work and broken pencils, stubbed erasers,
vague directions, and yearning, printers whirring
worthy learning but new and the drive and
my lips fall silent because
they stole me out of my comfort zone so
I am forced to roam in the cold and snow
while suffering from an ill-timed sickness
that bleeds me dry more swiftly than my mind
buzzing with thoughts that slide like the ice of
which I fret and stutter like my Internet
and are covered, muted by frigid white
that bites like change and money spent
on endless papers and graded judgement and
my lips fall silent

so many thoughts
where will they land?
I guess on the page
that’s the only place they can