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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:12 pm
46. Family
I’ve claimed hearts
and lost them
because they had a schedule
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:16 pm
47. Creation
A colourful bouquet
has started to fill in the grey.
Primary colours; but colours nonetheless.
- We’re making progress.
The taste of honey on my fingertips
has left me feeling infinite.
...Well they ought to love you now.
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Author's Comments
I wanted to make this longer but when I tried to add more it just made things worse so I guess it wasn't meant to be.
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To understand this poem more listen to “In Repair” by Our Lady Peace.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:17 pm
48. Childhood
Your best friend’s parents are leaving
her behind.
Your mother wants cigarettes;
you’re too young
but the store owner is kind.
Popsicle
drips
drips
drips
down your hand
to reach the hopscotch sidewalk.
Snow White suitcase
(gift from your absent father)
helped plan your escape.
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Author's Comments
Memories from my childhood....
Me and my suitcase never made it past the street corner.
It's tough to leave home when you're 6 years old.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:18 pm
49. Stripes
Sandbags
had kept me on track.
(The King made a slit
and the rocks came tumbling out.)
Zebras
drained the colours.
(So we’re forced
to live in black and white.)
Icebergs
ruined my ship.
(We’re drowning
in a warming sea.)
Buddha said
“It’s ok to let things go.”
(But mother taught me
to grasp things tightly.)
Father
hasn’t seen me in years.
(Even the cards
have stopped coming.)
Today
is Grandma’s birthday.
(She’s celebrating
by blacking out.)
He’s leaving soon
for Afghanistan.
(He says the mission
is without a purpose.)
And newspapers
have piled up at my door.
(I’m trying now
to stay out of touch.)
_____________________
Author's Comments
"Because
you have not been
paying attention."
This is not connected and yet it is.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:19 pm
50. Breaking the Rules
Sawdust has piled up in the streets,
call in Mr. Rain to wash it all away.
Grey matter
has dissolved the city.
My umbrella has frayed
but the rain keeps coming.
Bring me your buckets;
I’m drowning.
Electric wires surround me
and I wait for lightening to strike.
My support system
is crashing under the clouds.
Stop signs
have been glued to the ground.
Paint’s peeling
from a crumbling ceiling.
Feet are pacing
but lost rhythm while trying to keep up.
Antennas have surged
and they’re sending mixed messages.
“From curtain rods
the children hang.
Laughter was cut off
by a lack of oxygen."
Windows have cracked
but I’ve shut the door.
And skylights
have lost their perspective.
My Only Sunshine,
where are you now?
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:20 pm
51. Sport
Stopped at a rink; the
sound of rubber hitting the
crossbar takes me home.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:21 pm
52. Deep in Thought
I've been having odd dreams
and the kettle is broken.
Pages have been stuck together;
the glue has left me nostalgic.
The Natives want their land back
(which is fine with me; the loss is only temporary.)
Icebergs are shrinking
and I seem to be taking up more space.
I made footprints in the sand,
but the wind extinguished my path.
Find me an eraser
(we’ve got a lot to edit out.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:22 pm
53. Keeping a Secret
Shhh.
I’m pretty sure they’re listening
for the crash.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:23 pm
54. Tower
Alannah explained her situation
by saying she was tired
of waking up to the same tasks.
Unfinished routines were piling up
and the pressure
was cracking her very surface.
Michael’s doctor
could still feel the sting
of her palm.
Grandma found bingo
to be more important.
(She was there at the time it happened.)
The cops had been looking for her
and when they found her
she was dressed in a body bag.
___________________
Author's Comments
When I saw the title of this theme, this is all I could think about.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:24 pm
55. Waiting
I’ve met a boy
who leaves me hints
and expects that to be enough.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:25 pm
56. Danger Ahead
1.
I’ve done my best to keep up
and have failed miserably.
2.
He says
it’s important to read the news
that way
when the world ends
we won’t be so surprised.
3.
My tab
is piling up
and quite frankly
I can’t afford it anymore;
so I plan to keep it going
until better days arrive.
(Or until the world ends.
Depending on
whichever comes first.)
4.
A passing man
made a comment
on how his day
had just got better
because he saw a cute girl.
Evidently,
that girl was me.
At first I was disgusted;
but lately
people have been commenting on
my wider smile.
5.
My ability
to separate
fact from fiction
has been altered
by a convincing gaze.
6.
She takes what she wants
and moves on;
unable to realize
there may be victims.
7.
People keep leaving notes
on how I
put too much distance
between one set of hands
and another.
8.
A front page told me of
sex slaves in India,
Natives fighting for their land,
Canadian soldiers dying,
and the lottery numbers.
I no longer read the news.
9.
He tells me
I’m no longer cute;
that my novelty has worn off
and besides, I’m under 18.
10.
The darkroom has produced
images of sadness
shared by anyone
who pays attention to stop signs
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:26 pm
57. Sacrifice
I know a man
who took out my vocal cords,
stomped on them
and forever muffled my screams.
__________________
Author's Comments
I've realized that only on his deathbed will I be able to tell him what he did.
He ruined me in ways I can't even describe.
This is only one of the things he did.
The others I cannot speak of.
And I'm sure there's more to this than I even realize right now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:27 pm
58. Kick in the Head
She’s trying
to get my attention
by leaving
treasure maps to her heart.
We lost each other
a few roads back
and already I feel
the ground beneath my heels
splitting
due to a drought
caused by
a lack of tears.
Red without purpose;
I left my spirit
with the Natives.
(They find a use
for everything
the rest of us
deem useless.)
I can’t ask questions
in a place I wasn’t welcomed
so the silent search continues.
I’m getting closer
because I’ve noticed
the ice melting
and saltwater on my cheeks.
__________________
Author's Comments
This relates to the theme more than you'll probably understand.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:28 pm
59. No Way Out
And there are days when
a smile
is all you need
to fall apart.
_____________________
Author's Comments
"There was no way out, the only way out was to give in"
- "Empty" - Metric
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:29 pm
60. Rejection
Mother called to say
the door is no longer open.
And that years of
preparing people for death
have put things into perspective.
Waiting
has left her hungry.
Father isn’t aware
that he should call
because a hazy mind
has made him forget that
Yes,
his daughter is real
and she is standing on a street corner
threatening to run towards that car
unless he can speak words of love
she always wanted to hear.
Lover tried to call,
but all he got was a busy signal.
(His name is Jason
and you are tired of him
trying to pull you apart.
His cracked hands
soaked up your tears
and left him replenished
while you started to dry out.)
Lily simply won’t call
because a year
of road trips and secrets
has left both of you
shaking.
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