Poetry 2015, Odessa McNiel [fantasy novels to read txt] 📗
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Than help someone through the pain?
What has our planet become?
People should be so ashamed
Of all the suffering
Because no helping hand was lain.
We believe because of the differences
That they don't deserve sympathy
And that they deserve the pain,
That shouldn't be equal
And that they shouldn't be treated the same.
But a different skin tone doesn't mean
We're different, and
Neither does the person we bind to,
Commit to forever and a day to.
We are all human beings for God's sake!
He has not and will not ever discriminate.
Put the blame and the hate aside.
Strip away what you think is different,
And look beneath the surface of it all.
We are human beings,
Each and every one.
Poetic ThinkingThe noise blacked out.
The world blown away.
Nothing is left besides
The very pen you hold in your hand
And the blank, white walls
That surround you,
Close in on you,
And suffocate your thoughts.
Suddenly, the pen jerks.
Slowly at first
Then all at once,
Blazing across the walls,
Covering every surface.
You just wanted to spread your thoughts,
Your words, but instead,
You've touched the world.
Your ideas have spread across the map,
Bled through the ocean,
And rained on every surface.
You hear the noises ease back,
And the colors seep in again.
Your piece is complete.
Crime
The screaming.
The crying.
Your laughter.
Their pain.
But they won't feel it anymore.
You've relieved them of their suffering.
No more pain.
The knife sinks deeper
As you watch the blood
Pooling by their face.
It drips from the wall
Where it splattered
During the chase.
The mouth hangs open
With the unspoken words of Death,
The inaudible last breath.
They lie still now,
Without a twitch,
Without a sound.
Toy BoxInnocence at its prime.
Toys spread across the room.
A little girl sitting on the floor.
Pigtails curling 'round her chubby face.
A frilly dress all pink and full.
She holds a doll in her hands.
It's the one you gave her,
But aren't also all the rest?
She smiles at you
With a toothy, goofy grin.
Your heart melts
At your baby girl.
So, you can't even be mad
At the mess she's made of the room.
But you tell her anyway
To pick up the toys and stow them away.
She puts them in the box
Without saying a word.
But each year, the white paint
Chips off,
And the letters that spelled her name
Break off in red chunks.
The toys are played with less often,
And eventually not at all.
She has put her toys away.
The innocence has gone astray.
The SongThe melody took you away.
I saw you as you started to sway.
You fell for the gentle tones,
Melting away into the nothingness of the song.
I tried to catch you on the bridge,
But you slipped through the bars,
Falling with your emotions.
I Hope You DanceI tried to give you one last dance
It was all you ever wanted
To sway with not the beat
But in my arms with me
With your head on my shoulder
Your hand in mine
Twirling around and around
The only ones on the floor
The only ones in the room
The band for us only
Our hands intertwined
Your hair flowing with each sway
Your dress billowing out with each turn
A kiss split briefly between our lips
But you bit the dust
We came in second
You fell before the song even started
Your dress pooling underneath you
Instead of billowing out
Our hands slipping past the other
A kiss that never brushed our lips
Our future twirling our of control
The band playing for the church
It was all you wanted
One simple dance
I couldn't handle one little lift
Wherever you're going
I hope they have a dance floor
I hope they have a band
One that plays just for you
I hope I can be there to watch you
You'll twirl around and around
I hope your hair flows
And I hope your dress billows
I hope you dance
What I SeeShe stands before the mirror,
Picking at the smallest details-
The ones that hardly matter.
She catches my stare
With her pale, blue eyes.
She asks for my opinion.
She wants to know what I see.
I see a woman.
Not just any woman,
My woman,
The most gorgeous in the world.
I see a flirtatious smile,
Peeking beneath the blonde curls,
Urging me to kiss
Her ruby, red lips.
I see my wife,
My partner in crime,
My very best friend,
The love of my life.
I see the future, my future:
A white picket fence standing tall,
A big house looming behind it,
A couple of kids streaming
Through the yard.
But right now, I see
Her curly hair, bouncing with each step.
A little white dress,
Flowing loosely in the wind.
A beautiful girl without a care.
A pair of sparkling eyes on a dare.
I see our first simple kiss
On that first simple date
On that simple day so long ago.
I see you falling,
Falling so deeply in love.
Just you and me
For eternity.
So, yes, let me tell you
Exactly what I see.
Blind
We the people.
We the blind.
We wear these glasses upon our face.
The masks of human identity,
They block the true image and
Blur the lines.
We don't ever see what's real.
We don't ever see what's fake.
We don't ever see the difference
Even if it's plastered on our face.
And true beauty, what's the real definition
If no one can truly see it,
Acknowledge it,
Accept it,
Appreciate it?
We'd be able to see it
If we'd just remove the glasses.
But who really wants to know
What really lies beneath?
BottleIt shatters to the pavement.
Liquid splays to and fro
In between the cracks and crevices,
Sticky.
It's like the glue that constantly warped
The real image of my life.
Another shatters,
And it's reapplied.
But as it dries it forms these cracks.
They splay to and fro across the arteries of my heart
Like the delicate veins in my wrist.
Slowy, it crumbles to chunks.
Until one scrapes my wrist,
And those veins shatter across the tile on my bathroom floor.
Blood splattering to and fro
In between the cracks and crevices,
Sticky.
They'll say it wasn't their fault
When they were the ones that let it fall.
They let that bottle tumble and tumble
Because they didn't think it would hurt me at all.
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