Bird Man(Revised)

On an average day

I wake up before the sun does

get dressed

and head out

There usually aren’t people around this early

So I feel at ease

But today is different.

I wake up after the sunrise and hear a whistling sound.

I could go a whole morning without being noticed

But today

There’s a bird in my window.

My window is usually closed but since plans have changed I change this one.

I open it up. and let him in

I feed him

and he flies away

There are 2 birds in my window

I let ‘em in. feed ‘em. and they fly away

There are 3 birds in my window

I let them in. feed ‘em. and they fly away.

The next day

I wake up early.

My window open.

There are no birds in my window.

I take a walk outside.

There are 3 birds in a branch

6 in a tree

2 on a lamppost

4 on the street

They follow me wherever I go

A huge smile on my face, they provide a bravado in which I use to start this day

I walk with more confidence now

My head higher and my chest broader

I feel good

Brand new

I feel included

like a part of something, so natural

I feel higher

Like a bird

Bird Man

There’s a bird in my window

I open it up. and let him in

I feed him

and he flies away

There are 2 birds in my window

I let ‘em in. feed ‘em. and they fly away

There are 3 birds in my window

I let them in. feed ‘em. and they fly away.

I wake up early.

My window open.

There are no birds in my window.

I take a walk outside.

There are 3 birds in a branch

6 in a tree

2 on a lamppost

4 on the street

They follow me wherever I go

A huge smile on my face, they provide a bravado in which I use to start this day

I walk with more confidence now

My head higher and my chest broader

I feel good

Brand new

I feel included

like a part of something, so natural

I feel higher

Like a bird

The Self-Conscious King (The King Who Laughed) - (Revised)

As the king walks down the long red carpet

he chuckles to himself, big smile on his face

strolling with the confidence and swagger of a lion

Then

as he begins to turn his head

he sees one woman whisper to another

A man.

With a half- smile on his face

And a boy

With a dull, unimpressed look upon his face

The king

With a look of concern

begins to slow his pace

His head not as high as before and his arms swinging lower

He hears, or so he thought he heard, someone laugh

“Who is it?!”,

Only the sounds of his echoed voice are heard

“I’ll cut off his head!”

The audience, now looking frightened yet intimidating

He’s afraid

And anyone still looking at him can sense his fear

His embarrassment

Silence

“Could this be me?”

The king thought.

“Is this how the people view me?”

He stroll was never the same

His laugh was never as joyous

And that day

a king became a man.

Cancer

There’s a man sitting in a dark corner of a room

All alone

He sits in his living room

No light

Just crying

He can feel this monster growing inside of him

Taking over his body

He just sits huddled in the darkness of a corner of an unlit living room

Hoping what the doctor said wasn’t true

He cries

And cries

And cries

The shine of his tears give him hope for life

The moonlight shining behind the shade light his tears

The only light in the room of this unlit house

He sits

And makes constant calls to the only person who knows him well enough

The Doctor

And calls and calls and calls

He lives alone

He feels hope leaving the dark room of this dark house

And he just sits

He sits and sits and sits

Until he becomes a shadow in the dark and fades away like the light

Of this dark, unlit room of an even darker house.

The Self-Conscious King (The King Who Laughed)

As the king walks down the quarter-mile of red carpet

he chuckles to himself, big smile on his face

strolling with the confidence and swagger of a lion

Then

as he begins to turn his head

he sees one woman whisper to another

A man. With a half-smiled smile on his face

A boy. With the blank look of unimpression on his face

The king

now with a look of concern

begins to slow his pace

His head not as high as before and his arms swinging lower

He hears, or so he thought he heard, someone laugh

“Who is it?!”, he yells

The audience responding with a look of confusion

“I’ll cut off his head!”, he screams at the crowd

Silence

Not a sound nor word is heard

He covers his face and rushes his way pass the on-looking  viewers of what he thinks is a disaster

Black Grass(Revision) - Black Heart(Colorless)

 

The grass is green

It’s a comfy place to lay

But my head hurts

As I squint my brown and red eyes I see faint hints of blue and white

I guess it’s the sky

As I roll over I see my shirt covered with burgundy

I guess it’s dried blood

Where am I?

All these colors surround me

I’m lost

Dried tears still linger on my face

I can still feel my heart but don’t get the same feeling these colors give me

It must be black

I Hate (Revision 2)

I hate this poem.

I haven't even finished writing it yet.
I know it'll be read and I'll have to do a revision.
I hate revising my expressions.
It makes my poems pointless.

I hate life.

I nolonger enjoy living.
Something that was once a challenging adventure
is now elongated, torturous test.
I wanna quit but suicide is overrated.
I hate killing myself and thinking of ways to do it.

I hate school.

At first you go to learn nut then they promote money and a degree.
I don't need a degree to be smart.
Why insult my intelligence?
It stresses me out to the point where I hate life.
School is ironically stupid.
I makes me wanna drink during a week day and come to class with a hangover.

I hate hangovers.

I hate myself.  I hate the people reading this poem.

I hate because I don't wanna quit.

I hate quitting.

So I keep moving.

I keep drinking.

I keep dealing with hangovers.

I keep dealing with stress.

I keep going to school.

I keep failing.

I keep doing.

They say it’s all a part of life.

So I keep living.

Something this important wouldn’t cause so much stress.

Something this important wouldn’t give so much pain.

Something this important wouldn’t be worth the poem.

Something this important wouldn’t be worth the hate.