Missed the Boat

BEEEEEEP
*Emergency Broadcast*
Get off the mainland. Unidentified aircrafts have overtaken the island and are launching, what appears to be, green goo all over buildings, causing them to melt on contact. There are too many aircrafts to count. All boats have departed. Those of you left, hurry to the last departing boat. I repeat – get off the mainland.
*Broadcast Ends*
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I wake up. I get ready to leave.
I slap on some causal clothes.
Dress shoes: I don’t need those.
I look up and notice the time.
I have 30 minutes to get to
the last boat. The mainland is
sinking, and I can’t float. Hope
is shrinking. Without thinking,
I rush to the dock with a bad
back and a knapsack. I approach
the dock with holes in my socks.
I see a light fading in the mist.
I get the gist. I missed the boat.
I drop to my knees. I curse
the skies and the stars above.
Seconds later, a flying saucer
takes shape of a loving dove
that spits green slime in my eye.
I wipe my face. I see a light.
No way this can be right.
The dove transforms back
into a flying saucer. A black-
eyed, small, frail, lifeform
comes flying out its door and
has its hands around my neck.
I jam my thumb in its green
head until, well, you know,
it was dead. Not after long,
I climb in the vacant saucer.
Just like that, I was a goner.
I may have missed the boat,
but I killed an alien and flew
to places only NASA knew
about. It was a better route.
Now, I stay put in Area 51,
where I hide from the sun.



Frozen Roses

It can be a cold world.
I don’t have to tell you
that. We know this.
Events, people, places
can stop us in our tracks.
It can get chilly. Life can
freeze almost all things:
just not time. Not this
time. We must carry
the warmth needed
to keep us heated.
We must survive this
snowstorm that keeps
most frozen. Pedals
from your frozen roses
remind me to find truth –
to remain warm: alive.
Your frozen roses remind
me to search and find
love I have left behind.

All Things Considered

With all things considered,
my mind remains littered.
I try to take out the trash
to finally free up my mind.
At times, I think I live too fast;
I seem to always turn out fine.
With all things considered,
my mind remains filtered.
I attempt to block out past pain;
I’m not afraid to dance in the rain.
I have survived to feel alive –
I seem to always find the light.
With all things considered,
my mind is starting to feel better.
I possess the strength and power
to keep my riddled mind safe.
In this life, I will not cower
to the hate that others make.

The Deep End

I’ll never forget how to swim.

I’ll never forget this water I’m in.

Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.

All night and day, I swim some more.

Powerful waves push me around.

I’ll do anything to not sink down.

As a kid, my feet touched the ground.

As an adult, I hear a different sound.

Bobbing up and down, I drift away.

Impossible to be found, I swim all day.

In a matter of years, this water got deeper.

This open water is a natural peace keeper.

I paddle through wakes for my own sake

as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.