cannibals- passion poem

If "you are what you eat" and "you eat what you are," we're all cannibals
animals
eating our words

Stuck between "be yourself" and "be an upstanding member of society."
propriety
to conform or not to conform

Confused by letters' configuration
articulation
say what you mean to say

Drawn to ideas of freedom of speech and democracy
hypocrisy
keep your mouth shut

Put down by the very same people that promote originality
no personality
"go with the flow"

People in charge planting ideas in our heads subliminally
criminally
respect your authorities

The contradictions are never ending
condescending
speak english

If "you are what you eat" and "you eat what you are," we're all cannibals

animals

eating our words

I am a mouse

I watched her hurt you
I watched her abuse you
I knew you couldn't take much more.

I watched him turn his cheek
I watched him trying to make it up to you
I knew you had to save yourself.

One shot.
Terrible aim.
Cinderella, what really happened to your father?

Unfamiliar Arena- memorable moment poem

No one was around.
I was alone in a poorly lit room,
an unfamiliar arena
where the furniture spoke.

"Again!" They cheered, and I listened.

I faced the chair for one last brawl.
But this time was different.
This time the chair threw a punch
and I was out cold.

Everyone was around.

When I'm old,

I will not knit in the corner,

Swaying back and forth,

Reciting lyrics from my earlier years.

I will never have the leisure of relaxing in a rocking chair.

I will be stationary, recalling a time when rules were not made to be broken.

Tumble Drum- where i'm from 2

A mansion-
A tower-
The biggest place I'd ever seen.

A box-
A capsule-
No windows and very few doors.

The overwhelming scent of warm bread and cold sweat.
The anticipation of the obstacles to come.

A swamp-
A forest-
Purple and red trees surround me.

A twister-
A whirlwind-
I swirl down a steep uncontrolled path.

The invigorating sound of ringing and laughter.
The inspiration of flashing lights.
The exciting rush of a full day of adventure.
The disappointment of falling asleep in the ball pit.

Magical Fields- where i'm from poem 1

I come from a place where everyone looks the same and
nothing ever really changes.

Where people honk their horns, but have nowhere to be.
Where no one ever wants to stay, but no one ever leaves.

Where people's thoughts are screamed- not said.
Where questions are answered without logical sense.

Sense? Logic? concepts unheard of,
definitions none of them have ever read a word of.

But in my own mind I come from tall grass and yellow flowers.
A magical place with magical powers.

Where angels and wizards are never out of reach,
and a trudge through the hedges was a trip to the beach.

Where people could smile and never say a thing.
Where the wind and the birds broke the silence with their ring.

A place with no boundaries, no rules, no sin,
Where the only thing that could stop you is mom calling "time to come in!"

Big Sister's Hands- hands exercise

Long, dainty fingers,
stained orange.
Fake nails like her fake personality.

Perfect manicure.

But under her nails
is a secret place
full of lies and broken promises.

Why are you here,
crawling on the floor of a dark cave?

She looked up to me
with big eyes,
wearing a lace dress, repeating,

"Do you not see what my mother has done?"

Desk Lamp- observation poem

Not like a night light, who casts terrible shadows.

Deceptive and haunting.

Not like an overhead light, who is too hard to reach.

Distant and futile.

He likes to read books with me-

Books with lots of words and intricate pictures.

He loves to watch me draw-

He never lies about his opinion.

He lives on my bedside table,

plain and simple.

He sleeps when I sleep

and dreams when I dream.

When I need some clarity,

he is always there for me.