I Wrote 10 Poems in 20 Minutes (10:51)
Day 94
Poem 1:
It was just us
Two people to eat dinner
I always thought the couple in the place
Who sat there staring at their food
It was their fault
Being so quiet.
Wrong, for not speaking,
Finding what to say.
We weren’t there because we liked each other
Just obliged by outside forces to eat as two.
Poem 2:
I don’t feel pretty
In those rare moments after
Too much makeup or too much made up wine
For a glimpse
I look beautiful.
I take that with me to go into tomorrow.
I use that nice feeling to get to tomorrow.
I turn it into part of the machine to keep going.
Poem 3:
I want him to like me
And rescue me
Say, of course,
I’ll buy you plane fair
No you’re not too young.
But I don’t want to break these dreams
These new dreams I have
Because I don’t often dream anymore
And these seem so nice.
Poem 4:
I’m still living in my parent’s house
Because I haven’t tried
And I can’t get myself to try.
I haven’t been able to stop
Look above the trees
Over the hedgemaze
To say, ah, that’s right,
I’m going over there.
Poem 5:
I found the dog that died’s tags
Little pieces of clinking metal
I’d thought I didn’t care
And that anything I felt past.
Here I am holding worn blue heart shaped
Years old tags
Crying.
Poem 6:
She always had to be better
That was fine with me.
But she never got the chance to know me.
To say, ah, this is she.
I will like her for these reasons.
Instead she called out, sister,
I loved you as a plaything when we were young
And I’ll treat you the same now.
Poem 7:
My hair picks up the dust around me
If I combed it all through
Holding the falling little bits
I would find the small pieces of me all around.
The fluff of the covers, a bit of nail polish,
A staple from important papers, flecks of paint,
And bits from my life.
My long hair holds bits of my story I’ve forgotten to tell
I can’t cut it off just yet.
Poem 8:
Mom accused us of not brushing our teeth at our Dad’s
We had to open our mouths for inspection.
She raved about our father,
Our ears switched from a minute ago
When all we heard were holding against a Mom.
Poem 9:
I won’t speak unless I know my ground.
Or have a source of information.
Unless I’m speaking to understand.
I don’t see how you can speculate
Without all the facts
And be wrong all the time.
I could never be wrong
Not in his presence.
He’d yell at us our ignorance.
Poem 10:
Celebrate the money
Nice suits, ties, dresses and fans.
When did being smart go away
As a negative.
Only the reserved question the idiots now
And only in their minds.
The money is held by the think I know bests
Friend’s of my mothers.
They don’t like being criticized.
Some Bad Plankton 