Goodbye sweet football,
Oh how you’ll be missed,
The Friday night lights,
And the knockout hits,
Title: Yearning for a Football Autumn
It’s hard to project my feelings on the finishing of the fall,
One part of me is happy to be free,
But the other is not at all,
I have to come to terms that my favorite sport is over,
A longing feeling sinks to my shoulders,
I should be happy for it,
I can spend time with friends,
But here comes the thought, time and time again,
There will be no more jokes cracked at the team dinner table,
For those were the last days we were actually enabled,
To suit up after school and go to work,
With a sense of great pride, even though it may have hurt,
And some days we would question if it was worth,
The hours and the effort we put in with no immediate return,
Yet, on fridays that all changed,
We were silent and collected,
The stands were roaring, fan’s voices projected,
We would run out ready to try for a win,
Because we know we’d never all play together again
my tired eyes are met with strange lines and planes
that fumble together into the shape of a room
there are deep violet shadows that stain the walls
and heat casts an uncomfortable glow
the bed is scraped bare and the closet gapes empty
its black mouth bare of teeth
after a while, i press my cold fingers to eyes that do not wish to see
and when my lashes open, the fog has faded gentley
the window pane has been painted with care
the color of robin eggs and cream
golden light in the morning finds it’s way
through the thickest screen
and the violet stains on my wall
were merley a trick of the eye
When you’re a kid,
they ask you
“where are you supposed to be?”
And you tell them
through tears,
“I can’t find my mom”.
Embarrassed
you turn around and say
“sorry wrong classroom”,
or just stammer
“I
d-don’t
know”.
When you’re a kid,
they don’t care how you respond,
because you’re innocent
and
allowed to make mistakes.
When you’re older,
they say it differently.
“Where are you supposed to be?”
As if you’re always in the
wrong place;
because instead of doing homework,
you’re with your friends
trying to escape
the stress,
the anxiety, the
pain.
Because they want you to be in
medical school,
but you can barely
pass high school.
They crush you with expectations
and all you know how to do is
crumble
under them.
Or maybe
you start to ask yourself that,
because you look around
and no one looks like you,
no one acts like you,
everyone is more put together
than you.
You realize you
don’t belong
anywhere
“where are you supposed to be?”
“I don’t know.
I’m lost.”
Can’t you see that?
Pale light spills around me
but doesn’t provide warmth —
that’s the coffee between my hands
stale within its blank ceramic.
There’s something to unwinding
after a day that felt like two.
Here, the world waits patiently
as I unravel the day past.
This worn wooden counter has seen it all:
highs, lows, joy, defeat.
Ever unchanging, always a quiet cave
to sit and think.
So I sit and think.
The day unravels in my mind.
While outside sweeping glass windows
the wistful world sleeps.
We live in a country that advertises equality
But is that really the case?
Cases upon cases upon cases.
Most hardly even bat an eyelash
But some are viewed by the whole world
Two sides of the story
But only one is accepted
Women.
Fighting.
For their voices to finally be heard.
They don’t get any of the blame
But we do?
To us, they are loud and clear.
But to them, their screams cannot be heard from a mile away.
They ask what she was wearing.
They ask if she followed him into the room.
They ask if she lead him into the room.
They ask if she said no.
How is it always something we did?
But not them.
1942, the middle of World War II, a reign not so delight,
A silent barren street wraps around the diner tonight,
Just three figures remain and a few hours until twilight,
Even with empty mugs these nighthawks won’t take flight.
Phillie’s, the tank full of glow that seeps and pours,
To cast a reverse shadow all over the opposite floor,
And while everyone else in the city sleeps and snores,
Nocturnal nighthawks stay alert without pressure to soar.
Sales down as the bartender hasn’t a busy shift to attend,
But someday he knows times will have to mend,
But in the meantime everyone’s got plenty of time to spend,
Because it feels this night will never end.
I go off
when my owner tells me to
He turns on me for a time
I make sure im up
For the time He set
Er Er Er Er I go off
He presses the stop button so I stop
Now he gets ready for another hard day at work
He usually just makes me alarm for the week
On the weekends
I get up at 6
My owner
around 12 he wakes
I am amazed
I could never
Sleep so long
With such tiredness
I’ve never had
Sun is glaring.
Small waves brush
Against the sand.
The children laugh
In the lake that is filled
With people and toys.
Pull into the rocky driveway.
Unbuckle our seatbelts,
And run indoors.
Quickly getting dressed,
And grabbing floaties.
We most likely don’t need.
Painful feeling of
Pebbles digging into my feet.
Which fades,
Once we plunge into the lake.
I’m a linear surface with no reflection,
But I have many bumps,
From paint splatters
To dents.
You can stare at me,
Throw things at me, even
punch me
And they think I don’t care.
They stick nails
in me,to hang
heavy pictures on me.
They stick plugs in me.
I do all of these things,
Yet I get no attention,
Cause I am just
Another wall.
The plane touches the pavement as it starts slowing down
The seatbelt sign blinks and blinks until
You slow down to the terminal
One step outside the plane and the new air surrounds you
Through the airport down to the car
The car ride takes minutes,
so it feels,
You ride over the intercoastal and towards the sea
The sky reflects on the water
As you arrive you’re greeted with a warm welcome
Into the elevator and go
All the way up to the seventeenth floor,
Open the door and immediately, the stress around you fades
But the as night approaches its time to sleep,
A day filled with excitement
Wake up and start the day
You open the balcony door and look out
Onto the large waves of the sea in the morning,
And on the beach you see the beach goers playing volleyball and soccer on the warm sand
Palm trees blow in the wind dropping coconuts here and there
People walk through the street stores and restaurants across from the beach
They laugh and smile as they walk and talk,
A day filled with life
As it gets darker
the wind cools
The night begins but only,
with more light
People crowd the street with dances and music
All kinds of people join in the fun at night
You smell the sweet scent of from the Italian restaurant
that has been there for decades,
A night filled with joy
As the days go by
The joy only grows
But as the vacation ends
It’s time to leave
You go back to the cars and all the way to the airport
And as you board, your flight back home
You say goodbye for now as you take your last steps for now in