Outreaches

A hand reaches out

like some hero

on the recovering route

it does nothing but reach,

too short.

I wish I could hold the torch,

but I won’t rush;

Truth to Teach.

I am not part of some chorus

on a long forgotten shore.

I am familiar with that touch,

an under-breath muttering court

I will never be of that sort.

Hunger

Hunger forgets to understand anyone,
It attacks without care.
I believe in absolutely nothing except for this primeval thing,
It attacks me and everyone.

I don't know what would happen if there was no hunger.
hunger seems necessary,
a natural occurrence:
but it is unnecessary for people to have so much more
and give nothing.

"Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'what are you doing for others?'" Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

Almost Lost

It was a book- probably home-bound.

I didn't turn it over- or give it a good look around.

It went on the couch, moments away,

all the tender thoughts she had to say.

It was the most illogical, uncaring, unfeeling thing I have ever done:

the time I left her heart to feel like it had no one.

Some people from all around had fun passing her heart to each other

as she stumbled, flightlessly trying to rescue when she had put her life in the hands of another.

I came as soon as I could.

treasure it, I said I would.

I grabbed it from uncomprehending hands

and tried my best to look upon the sands

I lost the trust of the one I needed the most

I should have held it close.

I regained a semblance of trust

but it was building from the dust

I spent forever attempting to forget that day

when I almost gave my love's heart away.

Midterms

This week in school is the week of the dreaded midterms.
at this time I will compose a poem about these massacres of our time.

Midterms
The swamped hope flattered all the tired faces in the place
and the clock slowly passed a face
test after test passed by without a beat.
test, study, test, eat
leaving slim to none any chance at sleep.

Leftover memories crowd the hall,
being put out by assorted cramming
the students do not have a chance to stand tall
instead they cramp at puny desks, knowledge spamming

All this for a tiny little 240 dots per inch letter
that might get them into college, or not.

"why is life determined by pointless things?"
The midterm monster sings.

A piece

I had something that I couldn't tell,
a hope, a truth, and a lie as well.
I rolled them all together with a postage stamp
and mailed it out out attached to a battery powered lamp
on it was a message attached with tape and life
aided only by old editions of strife.
it read "I hope this shines some light on you
and tells you all the things you shouldn't do."

New Beginnings

So its a new year.
not a bad way to start.
I will still be writing 2012 on things. I still haven't gotten the 2013 yet.
in short: life is different.
like it always is.

Never Normal

My heart was never normal, as stone behind my eyes,
I could not feel the desire or anything other than the lies.
They constantly held the pressure of the solid world around me
My life, however needed much more than reality

So I left the normal pleasure on the side of a river
in an abandoned park

I pulled out the stone obstructing my eyes
and I suddenly realized that I was wise.
I discovered who I was in that same second of time
and my heart slowly became sublime