Sunday, April 7, 2013

National Poetry Month - week 1


Here are this week's offerings, in no particular order!

1. The Truth Is
The truth is harder to swallow than that daily dose of castor oil.
It’s sometimes harder to deliver than the next Guinness Book of Records’ largest baby.
The truth is rarely easy.

I can roll it all over in my head time and time again.
But when faced with questions, the truth is as honest as I can ever be.
Sometimes, the truth hurts.

Truth is…
I’m on a familiar road with a different cohort.
The company seems to change the scenery.
Things that I thought I knew shine with newness.

My truth is changing
And it’s all because of you.
The moon’s other side.

2. Hidden Truths
Dancing in twilight,
Drenched in star’s tears.
Dreams evaporating.

Yearning for Love.
Yesterday still vibrates between
Your ear drums.

Saturated purity.
Salt on healed wounds.
Scripted eulogies.


Such are the rewards of sinners.


3. Ten Wavering Stages
I.
“Trust me when I say,
‘Take my hand and let me show
You reality.’”

II.
The dream maker is
Whispering into your ears,
Asking for your trust.

III.
Are you strong enough
To yield to good intentions
Of promise keepers?

IV.
You’ve searched and found no
Deal breaking faults within.
Will you stop looking?

V.
Or do you instead
Chase your dreams away, citing
There’s an imposter?

VI.
When your mind and soul
Both scream, “This is not a farce!”
You still negate it.

VII.
You choose to reject
A presentation of your
Sincerest wishes.

VIII.
Does it feel good to
Be so damn rightfully wrong?
Stubborn, spoiled brat.


IX.
The only constant
Thing is change, but this could have
Lasted a lifetime.

X.
Get your endurance
Up, champ. You can still catch them
Before the sunsets.

4. Questioning Reality
Wait…this can’t be right.
How can this new person offer
What I think I want
Without prior knowledge of me?

Who’s been spying on my dreams?
Did someone find my heart’s diary?
Things seem to be too…enjoyable.
What do I do if I get what I’ve been asking for?

Can they really supply things
I never knew to ask for
Because I never thought they exited?
Maybe I’m still dreaming.

How long do wayward sleepy thoughts drag on?
Do they have the ability to span a lifetime?
Will I be violently shaken from my perpetual branch of certainty?
Can someone really be, “all the reasons” forever more?

A never-ending stream of questions swirls in my brain.
I wonder if it makes streaks like melting
Marshmallows sinking into hot cocoa in winter.
The world may never know.

5. Perpendicular Truth
I’m trying to write you out of my system.
You are hesitant and I’m over eager.
You’re scared and cautious while I stand ready.
This I what I tell myself.

I can’t stand to hear, “You’re great, but…” again.
It lingers on the tip of your tongue, taunting my soul.
I pray religiously to the cat that holds your tongue.
“Don’t use up the last of your nine lives tonight!”

I still want to become the habit for which you refuse rehab.
“She’s mine and I like it that way.
If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right!”
Embracing what I feel and pouring out the same.

But reality serves hard justice when
Faith and hope wear thin.
Someone told me, “It’s often the most religious
Who need a refresher course in faith.”

I don’t know how long I can do this,
But I’m also not sure if I can actually stop.

6. Priceless
I’m afraid that I may break you.
It’s the simplest way to state it.
I might hold you too tight and crush you,
Or I may not hold tight enough.
Then you’ll slip right through my fingers.

What do you offer to the one who has everything?
You give the things that money cannot buy.
Build memories ten stories high so that
There will always be a grand tale to tell.
Be a light at the end of the tunnel.

What makes things valuable
Are the reasons behind them.
One dried up, withered flower, useless,
Brings tears to eyes that remember
The first kiss that followed the gift.

I’m still discovering the reasons
That make you who you are,
Each one adding more value to
The person I hold dear.
To me, you’re already invaluable.


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

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