It’s better to remember
old memories than to
make new enemies.
Memories made play
a big role in creating
words worth saying.
In this life, we must
look back at the past
before realizing life
moves all too fast.
Nothing is forever
except the feelings
you left me. Memories
made are memories
saved. My brain
doesn’t mind taking
time to remember
what others don’t.
Memories made are
set in stone placed
outside this dome
I get to call home.
These words aren’t mine. Well, the configuration,
the arrangement, and the manifestation of them
are mine to tell, yell, or sell. The rest falls on me.
I own nothing. I just borrow letters and words
that were said, used, or abused in old worlds.
I rent these words – these phrases: these upper
and lower cases. I use these words. They don’t
go to waste. These words help me save face.
They can tell you things that my mouth won’t.
I will never dishonor these words as they are
sacred to me. They provide light: the insight
that does me right. Like eyes that envision
better days, these sentences help me create
early mornings and dark nights running late.
These words aren’t mine, but I treat them
like they are. They carry me through the day
when I don’t have anything to say. Anyway,
I use these words to tell you to stay true
to yourself and to never forget about things
that will help you through all of the pain.
What are you saying
when you speak to yourself?
Do you put yourself down?
Do you say things that help?
Listen to yourself. Hear
yourself talk. Be nice;
think twice before saying
something you wouldn’t
say to someone else.
Build yourself up. Go to
your happy place; embrace
the smile on your face.
Train your brain to handle
pain. Listen to yourself.
Are you talking sense?
Can you control the voice
or is it not your choice?
Listen: you might hear
someone being sincere.
Hi: It is nice to meet you –
Bye: It was nice to meet you
–
Hi: It is nice to see you again –
Bye: It was good seeing you
–
Hi: It is so good to see you! –
Bye: Until next time, old friend
–
Hi: I will never say “bye” –
Bye: I say “goodbye” before the next
–
Hi: I knew to say “hi” – before a good –
Bye: to the one who is sure to rise.
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
Tough skin worn by men.
Holding axes, shovels, and
tools makes you tough.
Sometimes, it is enough.
Other times, the man hides
behind his tough skin.
It is not manly to be soft.
Have you heard this before?
Women can’t be tough.
It is not womanly to chop
down a tree. Women must
plant seeds. Who says I can’t
be soft? I am tired of being
tough. I think men should be
sensitive, too. All men’s tears
should water the seeds, while
women tear weeds. We must
break free from norms and
set forms that used to be.
We can be tough, rough, soft,
or hard. We can live together
with our skin and talk about
the places we have been.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 