Friday, July 12, 2013

A Very Long Poem


This poem is very long
So long, in fact, that your attention span
May be stretched to its very limits
But that’s okay
It’s what’s so special about poetry
See, poetry takes time
We live in a time
Call it our culture or society
It doesn’t matter to me cause neither one rhymes
A time where most people don’t want to listen
Our throats wait like matchsticks waiting to catch fire
Waiting until we can speak
No patience to listen

But this poem is long
It’s so long, in fact, that during the time of this poem
You could’ve done any number of other wonderful things
You could’ve called your father
Call your father
You could be writing a postcard right now
Write a postcard
When was the last time you wrote a postcard?
You could be outside
You’re probably not too far away from a sunrise or a sunset
Watch the sun rise
Maybe you could’ve written your own poem
A better poem
You could have played a tune or sung a song
You could have met your neighbor
And memorized their name
Memorize the name of your neighbor
You could’ve drawn a picture
(Or, at least, colored one in)
You could’ve started a book
Or finished a prayer
You could’ve talked to God
Pray
When was the last time you prayed?
Really prayed?

This is a long poem
So long, in fact, that you’ve already spent a minute with it
When was the last time you hugged a friend for a minute?
Or told them that you love them?
Tell your friends you love them

…no, I mean it, tell them

Say, I love you

Say, you make life worth living
Because that, is what friends do
Of all of the wonderful things that you could’ve done
During this very, very long poem
You could have connected
Maybe you are connecting
Maybe we’re connecting
See, I believe that the only things that really matter
In the grand scheme of life are God and people
And if people are made in the image of God
Then when you spend your time with people
It’s never wasted
And in this very long poem
I’m trying to let a poem do what a poem does:
Make things simpler
We don’t need poems to make things more complicated
We have each other for that
We need poems to remind ourselves of the things that really matter
To take time
A long time
To be alive for the sake of someone else for a single moment
Or for many moments

Cause we need each other

To hold the hands of a broken person
All you have to do is meet a person
Shake their hand
Look in their eyes

They are you

We are all broken together
But these shattered pieces of our existence don’t have to be a mess
We just have to care enough to hold our tongues sometimes
To sit and listen to a very long poem
A story of a life
The joy of a friend and the grief of friend
To hold and be held
And be quiet

So, pray
Write a postcard
Call your parents and forgive them and then thank them
Turn off the TV
Create art as best as you can
Share as much as possible, especially money
Tell someone about a very long poem you once heard 

And how afterward it brought you to them

Friday, October 12, 2012

FATIGUED

Right now, I'm just hurt. 

I hate speaking about feelings to people. They'll tell me ''everything's gonna be alright'' but no, things just get worse. I don't need pain for now, I don't want to feel anything anymore. I'm fatigued of being there for people but all they do is disappoint me. I want to feel numb again. I miss waking up in the morning,having my morning coffee and worry about nothing but at this point, so much to think about. I'm tired, very very tired. Oh God, whatever test you are giving me now, I hope it's worth to think about.

Take me away oh my imaginary friend from this cruel world, cruel people.
Take me far far away and keep me safe

Friday, August 17, 2012

What I've Learned

I've been walked on, used and forgotten and i don't regret one moment of it, because in those moments I've learned a lot. I've learned who i can trust and can't. I've learned the meaning of friendship. I've learned how to tell when people are lying and when they're sincere. I've learned how to be myself, and appreciate  the truly great people in my life as they arrive.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Friendship

A friend is someone who will catch you when you fall, dry your tears and tell you it will be all right, pretend to be happy just to cheer you up, never leave you by yourself, attempt to talk to you at least once a day no matter what, make you laugh when you're sad, call back if you hang up on them, make everything you two do together into something fun no matter how boring it is, always remind you of your inside jokes, finish your sentences, think the same way you do, follow you wherever you go, stop you from doing something stupid or hurting yourself, and they're always willing to give up something that means a lot to them because they can be sure you'll always be there in return, and because to them you'll always mean more than you can imagine.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Best Feelings In The World

-Sleeping in late
-Having no homework
-Being like/loved back
-First swim of the summer
-A smile from that special someone
-When people laugh at your jokes
-Hugs that last more than a minute
-When someone tells you that you smell good
-When he texts you first
-Looking at pictures from when you were little
-Being called beautiful
-When someone tells you they never want to lose you
-Finding those jeans that fit perfectly
-Making a stranger smile
-Listening to your favorite song
-Receiving hand-written letters
-Putting on sweatpants after wearing jeans all day
-Winning an argument
-Packing for a vacation
-Knowing you will be okay

I WISH

Sometimes I wish I were a guy. I wouldn't have to pluck my eyebrows or shave my legs. I wouldn't have to have period pains. I could have my own 'mafia brotherhood gang'. My bros' would back me up when I'm in trouble. I can joke around with them without having to worry I would offend them. My bros' wouldn't overreact over small things and I don't have to be so cautious. Nobody could ever call me a bitch. And I wouldn't have to spend so much money on beauty products. All I have to worry about is what I'm having for lunch later and what car I would be driving after school. Life would be simple.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

ISOLATION

Bring me to escape, in a town far from here. Where yellow coloured lights bind the streets. Where people roam free with sweet sensing smiles on their faces, because there isn't a thing to worry about. Bring me to escape, to a place of liberation. Where it wouldn't matter what clothes you wear, what sort of music you listen to, how you look, how you speak and how you act. Bring me to escape, in a place where evening time is the best time of the day. When the moon rises and the sun sets. Where thick warm coats are an essential. Where bright lights shine from the restaurants across the street, welcoming us with lovely aromas of noodles and dumplings. Bring me to escape, to where we wouldn't have to rush because we could make time. A time for living. Time for working and time for loving. Bring me to escape, where no one knows me, and I know no one.