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Rubi Strycker
One day I hope to see you again,
But until that day comes I am alone.
You were the only one who understood me.
You understood the things I was going through,
You held me, loved me, made me feel good.
Now that you have left
The darkness is overwhelming.
You were my light, my strength, and my life.
But now it is all gone
And I can never hope to get out of the eternal abyss I am in.
Not until you come back to hold me again.
Listen to her cry over a fired gun.
Watch her as she tries to find gauze
Can you smell the frustration?
Can you feel consequence sapping her strength?
Can you sense how much she deserved it?
The misunderstood throat is here.
But now she sings a different tune.
She thinks this poem will fix it.
[But you know she lies.]
Just hear me out; I love you.
And there are not words to describe my love.
I can twist my words and make them into pictures,
But I cannot speak around you.
For my words leave my behind in there escap,
And leave me speachless and alone.
As the stars fade to light,
And the moon disappears behind the sun,
You swear to reach out and catch a star.
But it will have to wait for night,
For right now the stars hide behind light.
Within us all is a butterfly
The carrier of dreams, messages, wishes, thoughts
The carrier, the symbol of our soul.
Unknow to us at birth it is at the lowely caterpillar stage
As we grow it devolops and cocoons
Then the cocoon begins to break,
Our true selves flourish and break free
Only to be stifled by ourselves as we try to present a certain image.
Caged, the butterfly flutters its wings hopfully
At some point or anotherthe cage is unlocked and the butterfly
Opens its wings in a brilliant deplay of color.
For ages boys have repressed their true selves
In their attempts to be what their fathers want them to be.
These days their has been a revolution
One by one gradually for a few decades now
The butterflies have been revolting.
For ages girls have guiltily cluthed their butterflies in a
Desperate attempt to keep their secrets.
Afriad of what their mothers will say.
Those butterflies have been revolting too.
Breaking the bars and escaping the confines of their cages.
This has lead to the acceptance of many things,
Not one hundred percent but better than it once was
Dazzling bright these butterflies have been locked in the
Darkness of cages hoping for a more appropriate color to form
From the subconscious fear that mainstream society will perhaps
Help the cage implode.
That they too will join the statistics
Be another heap of crumpled metal with glimpses of beauty visible.
All butterflies share the same hopes and fears,
But only some get to fly free.
at what the world could be like without people in boxes.
Much more exciting, energetic enthusiastic, ecstatic elastic
exploding! A sea of happy faces, happy bearded faces! An ocean of eccentrically dressed people crashing against a sky of music! Mystic manic morostorospandifidus music!
My heart moved on past the rain, into searing hot sun.
The physicality drying and aching, nothing. The dryness was almost like the pain of fear.
Dry and aching, but the familiar heavy ounding inside my heart was absent.
Only a slow murmer.
My heart moved on past the sun.
Delicate, silk petals float on the warm breeze
to a place where they can rest.
Broken blossoms such as these have overcome
the rain, the gusts, and the children
to reach this place of peace.
Roaming distant lands would set me free,
The soaring sensation in my soul is so me.
Then again, living my dreams would be just fine,
It would be nice to see a published work of mine.
Perhaps along the way I shall find a man
Just crazy enough to go along with my plans.
How does one keep a secret?
Even if it was never one to begin with?
How does one lock something away?
Something precious?
How does one deal with pain?
The type of pain that lasts?
How does one go on each day?
Even after a part of them was cut away?
How does one resist the tears?
The ones that always overflow?
How does one hold themselves together?
When all they want is to fall apart?
If I could write you a poem and make you fall in love,
I would already have right under my arm.
If I could write you a poem and make you fall in love,
I would keep you tucked away out of harm.
Let the oreo melt you
Let the firm dark cookies smother the inner cream
Let the oreo fill your taste buds with heaven
The oreo is black, the oreo is white
The oreo sings songs of misery when taken from its home
The oreo knows it has lost the fight
Let the sun serenade
Let the sun beat upon your head with golden wisps of warmth
Let the sun speak sweet, and soft, on your skin
The sun immerses the day with shimmer
The sun makes the dark cower in fear
The sun sheds light upon tonight
And I, love the sun.
The rhythm makes strangers dance with each other.
The rhythm uplifts your worries as you dance to its provocative beat.
The rhythm gets us snapping our fingers and singing along while moving our feet
The sunshine takes away the chill as it shines in through the window sill.
The sunshine invites you to bask in it as it speaks to your soul.
The sunshine will gently kiss you before it leaves, only to return again.
Parallel Poem
Let the rhythm take you
Let the rhythm move every part of your being
Let the rhythm wisk you away
The rhythm knows just were to go
The rhythm has been to far places
The rhythm can teach you if you let it
And I love the rhythm
The fall makes happy children, going apple picking
The fall makes thankful families, all sitting down
together.
The fall hums a soft melody, whooshing past the window panes, tightly secured for nighttime.
darkness fills the world that we all know so well
like the back of our hand or so we tell
love is yet to be a guiding light
but when lost we also denounce our sight
the pains that run through a heartless mind
are not rare, fair and definetly not kind
when love has no purpose are we really alive
the pain that we all cherish is kept inside
when you are left out in the dark with no form of guidance
we sooner or later feel our own pains from our own silence
our mind will wonder on and our thoughts will hurt
and soon we will notice the cold wind like we have lived without a shirt
the pains of a lost child are oh so long gone
when someone has been hurt we get new light like the breaking dawn
The concentration camps where they put me
and my mother and other women in a room
and tell us to wait. Then they start to shot us
through the holes in the walls. As I get hit by a
bullet in my chest, I fall to the floor and start to
fade out.
Hurricane
The sweet, gentle pitter-patter of the drizzling raindrops on my thatched roof top rings against my ears,
the thrumming thunder crackes in the distance beating with my heart as a murderous melody,
lightning darts across the sky as a flash of writhing electric snakes slither through the smoky black air,
lighting up my tear drenched face with a cruel shadow,
harder and harsher the wind angles the rain,
crashing against the knarled, withered trees,
spattering the leaves with in burning, iced drops,
the thirsting ground drinks in the moist puddles as creatures hide,
Hide. From the shadow demons that claw and bite,
lightning strikes the ground illuminating it with a chaotic light.
So I just dance knowing that some saved lives depend on others
Staying is the killed option of the stressed lover
As if splitting one of the crying brothers
Throwing my arms at the constellations, I take the hand and watch as I let the clouds cover
Kneeling before me, he threw the ring back with surprise
The coward he brought to this park, had started to rise-
With an uneasy feeling I started to turn
But before I could run I felt a familiar burn
He looked so sorry and made whimper that carried such feeling
He was scared and so was I so I figured everything happened for a reason
So with whatever dignity I had left in me
I picked him up and named him parolee
Genesis had small precious hands.
She wanted to know your deepest darkest secrets
and promised not to tell anyone.
Somehow they slip out of her mouth anyway.
I could never stay mad at her,
she was too innocent.
I was confused at first.
Thinking intently about how my days were spent.
Counting my imperfections, my rights and wrongs.
Things I could never run away from, but tried to so often.
Not realizing the same beautiful thought removed me from peace.
Could I define beauty?
Could I for once define anything in the world?
Every humble heart, cheerful and red.
Yet mines remains blue. (Selfish thought I guess)
Could I ever question the forces of nature?
Could I make my own assumptions on my own timing.
No, for blue is still and never changing.
I love how everyone is as they see themselves.
In the next 23 years, if you look in a mirror will that be true?
Will your heart long for a red desire as mine?
Will you ever realize it was I?
Will you even get a clue?
I shall never get the time back,
time to fix mistakes.
Precious time to start over and have a new future.
While the sun shines my heart takes breaks.
And the weight of it,
the weight is so unbearable, like a rock in my chest.
Patiently, waiting for a chance to be broken.
Then there was you, my world finally taking in peace
finally at rest.