Mostly Poetry — Poetry Mostly

"I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack"

Month: September, 2012

I convince myself that you use arrogance to hide

that you really feel empty inside

and alone

because–while your harsh words may shield you–they cut me to the bone.

Assignment: Create and incorporate context and a metaphor for the phrase “Sally is a prime number between 17 and 23” into a poem

Sally is a prime number between 17 and 23.

She is on the cusp of life,

Of  freedom,

Of opportunity.

However,

She is to be thrust into an unwelcoming world

Filled with corruption,

Despair,

And broken dreams;

But

Her life doesn’t have to turn out that way

Because, remember, she is only on the brink

Of all of this opportunity.

Whether good or bad,

It is up to her and

The decisions

She makes.

She is ready;

She will choose.

Sally is a prime number between 17 and 23.

I look over my window sill:

Billboards

Lust

Trash

Despair

Homelessness

Uncertainty

Money

Hatred

All you can eat

Hedonism

Filth

Sales

Deceit

The choice is easy–down I go.

Yeah, i’m sure everything looks great from where You are. All You can see is that green tree canopy. But if You were here, where i’m standing, You would know that that isn’t how things really are–that the only green that can be seen down here is the scum. That down here lies decay. That we’re washed out. And dried up. Broken. Dead.

But you don’t see that.

Stars: unattainable dreams

tacked to the night sky,

always there to long for after Hope sets,

but never to be reached.

Not in a lifetime, at least.