Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Forced Family
Thursday, December 30, 2010
As she looks for him at the top of the stairs .
The glistening sound, of the flowing swears.
At the World, to his girl, to people that don't care.
To the search, at the hurt ,to the people that don't share. His pain
But in between the hate and quarrels of men
We find that its always been
We find the things that were always there
We find the things that are truly fair
Near the fireplace he sprawls across the floor
Waiting for a sudtle knock, at his door
It never comes what has he become a sad excuse for love
Alone in his shell he says aloud
He’s just a face in the crowd
But that girl, was the entire world, to him
Her lovely morning elegance she wears
As she looks for him at the top of the stairs
She walks away he looks away
theres so much left for him to say
Now she’s just a Polaroid on my wall
Always begging me to call
She sits alone in the shade on a grassy plane
Humming a simple tune just to keep her sane
Since yesterday shes been in a daze
But falling is just a temporary state of mind
if we just look around we find
That between the confessions and blinded sins
We find whats always been
We find the things that were always there
We find that things are truly fair
-NOEL K
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Used To Be
like the ones he used to bring you
like he used to tell you they did
like when he would hug you and his
heat would linger on you
like they used to when he kissed you
like he used to say he liked it so he
could run his fingers through it
like you used to when he would smile
like it used to when he would hold your
hand
like you used to when being with him
was enough
Monday, September 27, 2010
Anonymous Poem
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog.
and that's what it was about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on he door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year father tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and let them sing on the bus
that was the year his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of x's
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
and his father always tucked him in at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem called "autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that father tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in at night
and got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
called "innocence; a question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what is was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year that father tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of apostle's creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three a.m he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "absolutely nothing"
because that's what it was really about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on that bathroom door
because he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen"
an anonymous poem from the book "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky
for everyone who has ever felt forgotten
for everyone who has ever felt unloved
for everyone who has ever felt like they just aren't good enough
for everyone who cries out for help when no one is there
for everyone that God loves