| People Poetry - IJKL |
| Inflection - July 6, 2003 People want to see me People want to see me People want to see me People want to see me People want to see me PEOPLE WANT TO SEE ME me me me? of all people Je Dois Vous Dire, "Adieu" - (November 19, 1998 I must say good-bye I have definitely been blessed by your presence to lose you would be dreadful to say the least But, to lose you without having said good-bye would be unbearable, I once forgot to say good-bye to a friend before she moved away I regretted it later, for though I thought I would see her again or at least hear from her again I did not I last saw her on a Friday and found that less than a day after she arrived at her destination the currents had claimed her and when I found this out, I realized I never to her said good-bye I felt emptier than . . . I never want to feel that way again I never want to feel so much loss again. So, if I make a point of saying good-bye to you, take it as the biggest compliment: for it means you are dear to me, and losing you for good is an experience I never wish to have Kelly (2) - March 17, 2001 (the first poem with this title can be found in the love poetry section) She sits and cries silently over another woman who has "fucked me up" and doesn't know it a woman she travelled across an ocean for would have moved for but something happened and she won't open up she just cries and hates herself and calls herself an idiot I would never force her to do anything I love her though she thinks I don't but I cry too for her and I am hurt not by her but for her if she knew the empathy the degree of it I don't know perhaps she would talk but she just sits there and cries and rages smokes and drinks over this girl and a story that only she knows Loss - (In rememberance of Christie and Jeremiah Leonard -originally titled, "Why Do the Good People Have to Die so Young?" - If you'd like to see what more I did with this poem, click here) Part I Her smile. That's what I remember the most. I don't think that I ever saw her frown, Or get angry, Anxious, Stressed. She was so open-minded. She looked at the world with childish eyes, And yet was the most mature of all. She was athletic, The M.V.P. of all her sports teams, Whether given that name in a ceremony, Or just already known by everyone. She was smart. Her brother, I didn't know him. He was a year older than her, And I hear, just as athletic, Intelligent, Open-minded . . . Appreciated. I do know one thing about them both. They were practically attached at the hip. Sibling rivalries were not part of their history together. It was so fitting that they died together. Part II They moved, the day after homecoming. The next morning, they went swimming. They drowned, In the waters, on the shore, of Gaeta, Italy. If it was truly supposed to have happened, It would have been better if it happened on any other day, But a Sunday. Part III Their parents have forgiven God for it. "Thy will be done." Others have not. They cannot see how God could have let two beatiful souls leave. They have lost their faith in their one deity. I have forgiven Him. I don't think it was his fault at all. I don't think he meant for them to be taken. He didn't mean to deprive us of our true friends, The two people in the world who were as close to perfect As two can get. He did not mean to make us feel sad, Depessed . . . Unworthy of our own lives. They deserved to live out their lives. Their lives had meaning. Our lives are mere existences. Part IV One day, many years ago, Two angels escaped from Heaven. Last year, two days after Homecoming, God found those angels in gaeta, Italy, Swimming. "O.K., kids. It's time to go home now." Part V I don't think they felt any pain, As the waves slowly enveloped them, As the currents surged around them, To end above them. I think those of us who were left, Are the ones who feel the pain. |
| Inspiration - (September 8, 1997 - This is dedicated to Josh Willard) Talking to someone Makes you realize many things there is someone who will listen and want really want to help there are people who aren't as they seem You're not alone Everyone deserves a hug once in a while poetry does speak not communicate, but speak everyone has problems and that's what brings us together And just because someone you still love (even though you know you shouldn't) is far away that doesn't mean there's no one else with ears The Johns - August 2, 2002 He's counterproductive with his subtle accusations no therapist works well with me that way "when you're done blaming the military, then what?" shut up, bastard I'm having a tough time that's why I'm here I had no counselor outside to help me let go that's why I'm here I didn't come here for a social worker to psychoanalyze me I came here for someone with credentials to help me And you with your boyish charm insist on sitting with me talking to me offering to live with me coming to my room and asking to see my breasts who gave you the right to make me and other young women in this ward feel uncomfortable you a man with an 18-year-old son should know better but you don't when I get out on Monday when I have more to do than think I'm sure I'll be better off my stay was good until you two interrupted it Kelly (3) - March 17, 2001 she sits at her computer hours on end checking e-mail and reading those that her ex sends her even if they hurt her she reads them and keeps the pain inside and replies nicely as if nothing's wrong she'll then rage when her reply is sent and perhaps cry which leads her to her homework she's quite studious but only in avoidance of her pain and whatever confrontations may arise and she laughs at the messages and rages at her readings of a God who is vengeful "What have you learned about God from this passage?" "That he's a shithead." I can't help wondering if this God in these stories is a mirror of those in her life how much is a parallel to her own life and do these women know or will they just continue to hurt her by being themselves? She worries me with her talk of suicide and what would these women do cry for a time and then she's a speck in their memory as I'm sure she suspects or will they mourn their loss as I will and she doesn't believe I'm afraid the only way she'll find out is with a bang and no way to turn back Love Thy Neighour - (September 26, 1998 - This poem was inspired by a campfire birthday bash I went to in which we were all asked who our "teachers" were) Every person has blessed me and taught me good lessons, either directly or indirectly. Every lesson that someone has taught you was taught to them by someone else who was also taught other lessons by other people. Each of us is connected to every other person in the world through this. Remember that the next time you judge. "Love thy neighour as thyself." |