A flash fiction writer's lame attempt at poetry |
FRAGILE I guard my heart but fail to keep it safe, my body is a soldier on its own. Push hard against my spirit it will not crack or bend, it is what helps me ground. Be mindful of the strength you wield when I let you into my heart, it's fragile. Lie to me, ignore me, let me down Listen intently to the glassy sound Of my fragile shattering heart. God’s Gift to Me A mimic of William Blake's "The Poison Tree" I was afraid of my own desire I shoved it down, put out the fire I fell in love but didn’t know To just step back and let it grow. And I ignored my demons So I could keep on dreaming. So I settled for clearly Much less than God promised me. She came to me day and night Her love grew strong & right And God made our paths intertwine And then I knew she was mine. And into my life acceptance When all to see is hate and ign’rance In the streets glad I see A family built of community. My Car My car can take me anywhere I shut the door, and cease to be What is fucked up, what is me I jam my foot on the gas To chase my memories And pray I lose my miseries. I shift the gears and drop my speed Let the rest of the world fly by So life can seep deep inside. My car can take me everywhere I shut the door and cease to be To dream of other realities. |