Below the Surface

He was observed: made from scratch.
He was seen scratching away
at the surface: the stubborn dirt.
He scratched long into the day.
He wanted to reach the hurt.
Not before long, the day was gone.
He found nothing here, so he
scratched there. He couldn’t see
as he scratched deep into the night.
The sun came up, and he looked
down and said: “I can make some-
thing from all the stuff I found.”
Tired and dirty, he walked home
with stuff that can never be shown.
He was happy to have dug below
the surface: a place only he knows.

Memento

Today will be just another
day. In a few days, today
will be the past: a shadow
once cast. Remnants
seem to last and remain
the same like a flame
that burns away dark
times. Every single life
is chalk-full of moments
and mementos: highs
and lows: days and nights:
ghouls, goblins, and ghosts.
Thus, today I will be
able to see memories
that have never left me.
Wherever I decide to go,
mementos will remind
me of who I was and who
I strive to be. Really,
they seem to set me free.

Brace for Impact

Full speed ahead: Time is ticking.

Hold on tight: Time is flying.

Close your eyes to see what’s missing:

Open your ears to always be listening.

Recall your life the best you can.

There’s not much time. Believe me.

Call your friends and lend a hand

So in the end, you’ll be free.

The pain ahead – it’s very real:

So is the life I have lived.

As I get closer, I begin to feel

The misery I have missed.

There’s no stopping it: you live and die.

Your heart’s throbbing. It’ll be okay.

You’re confused; you ask why?

“It’ll be okay” is what I say.

The Way it Was

Let’s take it back

to the way it was

before the rain

dropped from above.

The days were green;

the sun surfaced often

as it illuminated dreams

people were caught in.

Impossible to notice,

my life has changed

as my eyes grow wiser

than my age – and memories

become rearranged

as my soul reaches

the next stage.