So unfortunately I wasn’t able to finish my next anthology, Blue Autumn, by the end of February. I am getting really close to being done though. Currently finishing up stuff for the cover and getting down to the last poems I need to workshop. In the mean time I thought I’d share one more poem that will be featured in it. It’s rather cynical so be forewarned.
Love is harsh because it fools you
into thinking that people want you.
It leaves all your passions crushed
and all your ardor desires rushed.
Love is hard because it hurts you.
It abandons and deserts you.
It makes you think that you are sacred
but instead fills you with hatred.
Love is sharp because it cuts you.
It mutilates and corrupts you.
It makes all hope seem stale and bitter
then scars your mind with pain and blisters.
Love is tough because it drains you.
It makes each aching fault enchain you.
It breaks your spirit down with stones
and then bleeds you hollow to your bones.
So I wrote this poem a while back based off a quote I had seen before online. I thought I’d share it since I’m still working on other stuff. I’m happy to say that I’m making good progress on writing more poems for the next anthology. I’m hoping I’ll be done before the end of the month but we’ll see how it goes. In the mean time enjoy.
I will not harm you
For wearing a shirt of wool and cotton
I will not stone you
Because of the sabbath day forgotten
I will not force you
To marry the man who raped and hurt you
I will not hate you
Because of sins that did subvert you
I will not strike you
Just cause god says it is justified
I will not beat you
For your love of women you’re ostracized
I will not slay you
Just because the lord says you're my foe
I will not kill you
Just because the bible told me so
Thrust and stab
Burn and scorch
Rip and tear
Blaze and torch
Slay and kill
Cut and slash
Slice and shred
Crush and smash
A poem I wrote a number of years ago when I was frustrated with low wage work. I'm sure some can relate.
For seven dollars and twenty-five cents
you can buy an hour of my life
To torment me with boredom
To assault me with monotony
No health insurance
No sick days
No vacation days
Twelve hour shifts
Barely any breaks
Standing all day
I go home
Take a shower
Go to sleep
Being late by even a minute
Means automatic termination
Sometimes I wake up
In a frenzy panicking
Thinking that I overslept
I scramble to find my phone
And I realize I have two hours till work
I lie awake too anxious to fall back asleep
I can’t afford to go the hospital
Or go see a doctor
I dread the idea of my
Car breaking down
Of each day
Bleeds into the next
I can no longer tell them apart
To go back home and try to rest
To return to where I've been
Sometimes I just want to close my eyes
And never open them again
Freedom to live in fear
Under an industry of endless gun sales.
Cowardly politicians who
Keep caving to lobbyists and opportunists.
Totalitarian fantasies espoused with every wheeze.
Hoping and praying to a god made of money.
Endless conspiracies to divert and distract.
Nothing to sell but delirium and firearms.
Rage explodes when your profit margins run low.
Any means possible to push bullets over people.
This is a poem that I wrote for a creative writing assignment a while back. We went to an art room and had to choose from various paintings to write poems about. Took some time to convert it to computer text form. Hope it’s interesting to read.
Keep coming across more poems while digging up old ones that are whimsical and creative. Have fun with this one.
Xerox The Fox
Finding out that you’re not very clever
Or even good at scavenging for food
Xeroxes messages into your mind that luck will
Evade you when running from a hunting party that
Shoots in every direction while their dogs track you down.