these are older, found them on my computer. and poetry is meant to be heard, so read them out loud.
6.
somewhere in all of us is a note
that our heart holds ransom
destined for vocal realization
trapped behind macho sighs
7.
only if we could crawl beneath haunted beds
lined with old chewing gum
paper stars
and jump rope dances
shake hands with velvet monsters
who are just as afraid as we are
of algebraic unknown uncertainties
we would see as lucid
as a dreamer's dream realized
8.
close your eyes
and listen
can you hear it
if you listen closely
you might hear it
there
the old playground
gravel rocks, giant swings, and metal slides
gravel rocks, giant swings, and metal slides
and there
between your toe and shoe
gravel rocks wait for your attention
to draw it away from war games you and your friends played
portraits of next generation politicians and complacent voters
9.
so let's greet death
with smiles and open arms
knowing that when the time comes
we did everything we could
to fill our lungs
under beautiful texas horizons
paint buckets of mixed emotions
swirled
picking out each line of poetry
with drum fills and steel strings to match
we'll hop on our bikes
and ride grass stained jeans
down half pipes
into bullet holes
of those who died to let us live
so we can finally feel comfortable in our own skin
then stack popsicle sticks
collect wasted time
and put them in mason jars
with leaves and broken twigs
so we'll never get homesick or hungry
10.
there was a time
where we spoke in the language of dreams
where our imagination screamed down barrels of shooting stars
and where we didn't know what the word fear meant
there was a time
where we slid off of turtle shells
launching ourselves onto canvases
exploding watercolors detailing vibrant worlds
unknown to bank accounts and war
and we would run down dark and mysterious pathways
faster with each footstep
towards the pulse of the unknown
and we were never afraid of what we might discover
because we knew
it was only ourselves
we would find
bhurin
playlist:
eva cassidy - time after time
the dillinger escape place - miss machine
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