Reflections

Reflections lay you awake at four in the morning
Rives calls it “a time for even more grimmer time”
Alicia keys calls it “6:30”
I call it lying awake trying to find a time machine

Moments are times you see as flashbacks
You think,
“If only I could flash back to those moments in time
So I wouldn’t be up reflecting on them.”

You still do
You go back to smiles on lilies
You go back to roses in eyes
You go back to blues in tears
You go back to violets is another word for purple
You go back to colors

I’ve never seen any of those colors
I see in black and white; it’s so simple and pure
So I just watch my memories in old movie scripts
It’s all history left to be dug up by historians
I want to preserve my past so I can find my future

In the end they become reflections of my own reflections
They become my yesterdays, my todays, and my tomorrows
They will always be on my mind at a time too late to even want to think of them
They will be reflections and never a Kodak moment
A freeze frame that let’s me hold on to them forever
So they are lost until I find another time to exchange my sleep for thinking

I cry because it cant stay in.
The pressure.
The stress.
The frustration.
I cry in the dark.
No one sees.
No one hears.
No one judges.
I cry because it`s easy.

I smile because it`s free.
There`s no consequence.
There`s no shame.
There`s no regret.
I smile because you enjoy.
So I continue.
So I fake.
So I give.
I smile even when there`s no audience.

I scream on the inside.
Because of the pressure.
Because of the stress.
Because of the frustration.
I scream on the inside.
Because no one sees.
Because no one hears.
Because no one judges.
I scream on the inside.
Because there`s no consequence.
Because there`s no shame.
Because there`s no regret.

I write because it`s what I know.
It`s my blanket and it warms me.
It speaks back & comforts me.
I write because you listen.
I write because you write back.

The Day Michael Jackson Died

My friend, my lover asked me a question
A question that sent me even farther apart from television

All the channels showed me one death
A death of the Icon Michael Jackson
But it did not show the other lives that were yet to be deceased

And I’m neither shocked nor appalled
I knew this was going to happen
This, this thing we call life

And we forget that there are millions of others out there
I understand he was amazing, and such a Thriller
But he is no less of a genius now than he was before
Of course he is family and he will be missed

But what about the ones we will truly miss if something happened
The ones who are never too far from arms reach
So we deem them worthy of this word called friendship
As we try to figure out what the reason for chemotherapy really is
Only to understand and realize, realize and understand
I mean, I had a thought but I didn’t quite know what it was for

The internet is helpful for information but it’s never an aid for mending hearts
So how can I answer her question when no one is watching
No one is trying to find the answers to cure cancer
They’re watching reruns of headlines that don’t need to be shown to the world
It’s ok if a loss or a win is personal
And kept inside four dimensional walls called a Home

Maybe we’re just stuck in a cell that tells us,
“Michael Jackson Dead At 50.”

Maybe if it had said something like,
“I Only Asked Because My Friend Is Doing Chemo…”

…would we understand that it doesn’t matter about stars
Or how bright they shine, but it matters most
How long after they’re gone that they still keep on shining
Even if we don’t see them anymore
Or how bright they shine even if inside everyone else is dying with them

D. K.

Roses, tulips, lullabies,
Swirls, butterflies, galaxies
And other words for poetry

She says, “Make me a poem”
And that’s what comes to mind

Only because as poets we’re supposed
To “stay away” from daffodils, angels, and heaven
Because it has now become “cliché”

Doves, kisses, and chocolate covered dreams
Seem to be as far distant as the distance that’s between us
The year to “change the world” is over
But there are those who Poet and those who read
So in a way we’re never too far

We stay in between words that hold space
Between the letters f, r, i, e, n, d, s
And you’ll always find us somewhere in between
Playing hide and seek with reality
Because we know sometime soon we have to go home

So we stay bound to trains that lead us to our hometown
Waiting for a friend to come home
Waiting for a poem to talk for us
Waiting…just waiting
Waiting for a poem from the other one

And I’m not one for dedications
Or admirations
Or any ions that binds people together
But chemistry always seems to be my friend

So I thank you for somehow finding my words
As appealing as the smile that is happiness
I thank you for “marry me?”
I thank you for thanking me
But most importantly I thank you
For being you, because without u there’s no us

So a toast to friendship
A toast to cupcakes, tea, picnics, beautiful,
Cute, dimples, subliminal, creations, world
Most importantly for words,
And language

So I can actually say them to you

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Once you go to the website you'll click on "Feeling Poetic?".
After clicking on that, you will see my name.
You can click on my name and that will take you to some published poems.

Enjoy.
One.

CORVette KiD

Live.

Sometimes we forget to live.
I forget to give you breath.
I forget to forget

And then I remember
I remember everyone in life.
I remember everyone in death.

I get scared, nervous that one day will no longer be one day.
It might turn into my forever.
When will I learn about today?
About my present?
About my now?

I can't believe my thoughts.
So I let them sky the horizons.
I let them star in their own galaxy.

And in the end I forget to remember,
Life is Death.
Death is Life.

Which one are you living?
I'm dying to live.

I'm back...what more do you want. (old)

I'm not the best. Just human. My silly only humors at the right time. So the bright times that my whiles sublime is only when smiles shine. Lights way for ppl to enjoy laughter when casters plast. Adds a mask to cuts and bruises. Its the fuses that get through scars that abuse the pain. I feel your strain, so I understand. Under hand my help so others can climb higher. I'm not the buyer because I don't pay for your sense. I let it cents, pay wat it can. Comprehend wat I can get from your life to learn to learn about mine. I don't undermind, I just over bind. Find a way to connect so you don't see unbending lines. Blind yourself in images of perfection. Even if flaws make you lose affection for yourself. Its the health seen in reflections that make your body better. Headers for essays that want you in magazines. Add the feigns, they want more of you. And you've never failed life if they still aint got the core of you. The sore of you will heal if you accept the pain. Affect the rain that covers your sky. Don't rely on umbrellas to get fellas off your back. Let them fall in the puddles that huddle around compounded soil. Its the toil that makes you hurt but to work through it keeps you standing. heading out into sunny spots of greenery. A scenery of landscapes that let you escape this hell hole. That's why I help wit your search in self whole. So when the time comes you can spread your wings. Head your springs so your flowers can bloom. And when it feels like its the tomb, the end of the world, don't let things consume, no need for pearls. A sacrifice to suffice your mistakes. Take them and make them into lessons learned. Agression burns but your eyes brighten the room better than fumes of fire. So if you plan to retire, admire the heights you've conquered. You're makin history even if the books don't show it. They haven't captured the rapture you've mastered. So be what you can and when I catch up to you we can enjoy your success as well as the stress we made it from. Come home after, like a big holiday. Celebrate the greatness that paintings couldn't create. Levitate from your thoughts to reflect on my coughs. The ones you gave to me when you blessed me. When you rest me in piece don't forget to come. Ill be waiting there to tell you heaven is already in my city. In the pretty diamond that shines on the reflection of the suns surface. So don't curve this on me because my potential is not where its supposed to be. It hasn't gotten there like it has for you. Like it has for you, like it has for you.