A Poem a Day for November - Day 20: Somedays

Here is the article on Gus Deeds not being able to stay over night in psychiatric care: http://www.roanoke.com/news/2389287-12/source-creigh-deeds-son-released-after-psychiatric-evaluation.html

Here is a news report on HOPE Connection: http://www.ky3.com/news/local/hope-connection-provides-day-of-services-for-500-homeless-people/-/21048998/23073262/-/66ypehz/-/index.html

So yeah, this has been my last two days. Very emotionally charged.

Some Days

Some days

all I want to do is hide

in bed with my 10 year old Dropkick Murphys hoodie

pulled up over my head.

Some days

I don’t want to face the world

and all of it’s inconsistencies and injustices

like troubled young man attempting to kill his father

and then succeeding in killing himself

after he was not able to be helped by society.

But some days

I have to force myself

out of bed and out into the world

to help provide needs to 500 homeless

that I take so for granted

that I hardly ever even think about them.

Some days

I have to forget

why I want to hide.

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 19: Tears and Comfort

I used to work in politics, on the campaign side. When you're out there for month after month, you co-workers & your candidates become like your family. Tragic news out of Virginia today about a candidate I worked for in '09: he was stabbed multiple times & his son was shot to death. I remember both as being as kindhearted as possible, smiling even in the wake of defeat.

Song lyrics are from "Forever" by Dropkick Murphys. It's the song I listen to whenever someone dies.

Tears and Comfort

At time we may fall like we all tend to do

my favorite band belts out

my favorite comfort song.

I try to sing along

to keep my composure while driving.

Your kindness for weakness I never mistook.

So many if-onlys

play through my head.

Home, finally, alone.

I sit on the couch,

pull my Superman blanket under my chin,

cry, and think,

and do the only thing I can:

let what happened just be.

There’s a piece of you with me they can’t tear apart.

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 18: Spark

20 word, no punctuation poem, trigger word: spark. Let me know what you think! Thanks!

Spark

brain ignites

nerves shoot messages

to hand muscles

I write

thoughts flow

out on to paper

bringing life

to my words

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 17: Untitled

This one probably reads better as song lyrics than as a poem. I'm just bad at putting my words to music, so have at it if you feel inspired. :-) Untitled, because I'm kinda bad at titling my stuff. But first time all month it's happened, so yay for that! Let me know what you think. Thanks!


Untitled

It’s hard to watch friends

make the same mistakes I have,

know that the best thing it to let them be and hope

that they will come back.

I see so much good in you.

Passion, love, quiet understanding

of the world, a gentle darkness

making you not bitter but able

to accept life as it is and work

to make it what you want it to be.

Your friends, though separated

by geography, act as your family.

Pushing them away now,

opting for people who stroke your need

to drink to forget,

to party to numb the pain.

Not knowing, like I do,

that they will abandon you when

need music to forget,

and some to listen to you to numb the pain.

You bask in the attention

of a cute drugged up girl

and ignore the quiet attention

of a friend who just needs  to know

that you will be okay.

So I’ll sit here and wait

for you to need your friends

who understand more than you think

and can help you find you again.

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 16: Inked

Inked

Last night I took my clicky pen

and drew images, shapes, and lines

all over my arms.

On my hands I wrote words

from my wrists to the tips of my fingers,

then wove colors between them

and traced my drawing with markers.

On my legs and back

are ink prints.

Others’ artwork and words

are woven, permanently, into my skin.

As I washed away the colors and ink,

watching my work disappear,

I wonder if I’ll ever be brave enough

to place my words on my skin

permanently.

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 15: Mortal Superhero

If you know me, you know that my favorite superhero is Batman, because he's just a person (with way awesome gadgets) doing good for his city. In San Fransisco today, a boy's Make-A-Wish was granted by turning the city into Gotham and him into Batkid. Here's the article that I first read after hearing things about Batkid all day and not really knowing what was going on (it will make you BAWL, btw!). So, of course, my heart just broke for this kid.

Mortal Superhero

Make A Wish

    stop a few faux-crimes.

Just wanting to be a

                                        Superhero

                                                              for a day.

Never knowing

                            (maybe even realizing)

that you held a city

                               and country

                               captive.

A mere mortal

     like your idol,

       but you will be gone soon.

So small,

                   so young,

you will be remembered by many

                                                             who never met you

                      for making a divided country

                                                                        join together

                                                                        to root for you

                                                                        on your superhuman day.

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A Poem a Day for November - Day 14: When Sounds Fail

Two weeks in! Yay! Today's poem is part of dVerse Poets Pub's American Sentence challenge. Basically an American Sentence (coined by Allen Ginsberg) is kinda like a haiku, in that it has 17 syllables, but are not broken down into 3 lines, instead they are one continuous line. At the begining of November I got Laryngitis so I could not talk, just observe & write. So that was kind of this inspiration of this poem. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! :-)

When Sounds Fail

Although I could write a novel for you, I stutter when you’re around.

Oceans between us, phones won’t work, but I’ll send you a letter instead.

Incapable of uttering a single sound, will I write to you.

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