Post by alexis on Jul 16, 2022 18:56:52 GMT -5
Prologue
The fog emerged,
like a flower slowly
unfurling
its beautiful petals.
A flower disguised as
a deadly weed
sent to smother
life around it.
A flower so poisonous,
yet beautiful,
flaring,
expanding,
that when it touches you
wraps its leaves around you
and you are too old
lived too long
it will take you.
The young survive,
watching the ever-changing grays and white,
touching the flower,
watching it dip and rise around their feet,
running their fingers through,
making it swirl,
breathing in its sweet smell,
but for how long?
Are any of us really safe
From its poison?
We had a land
We had a land
a field we shared
to grow what we wanted
a land that bound us
not a land that killed us.
We had a land
where we gathered
traded goods and smiles
a land that held us
not a land that pushed us away.
We had a land
where the only fog was natural
a sign of a cool morning for walks
not a land with THE fog-
a sign that death was near.
Me
This town I live in, full of my woes
ransacked by Bonnie and Clyde and an EF-5 Tornado.
Almost everyone I know
in the neighborhood a stone’s throw
from the junior high and where the river flows.
Our neighborhood is our own.
Raised beds next to each other-
just like our homes, it’s a strong tether.
We all gather once a month, no matter the weather
to sell, buy, and catch up, talk about whatever.
Middle school was supposed to be an adventure.
Sixth grade was full of many things:
Independence. Success. Friendship. Cheerleading
I was stunting, flipping, and just enjoying.
Seventh grade was supposed to be even more amazing.
Not traumatizing.
So many things I wish I’d done
but instead I’m the quick tempered one
a doubting, self-conscious, and sometimes vindictive, one.
And because of what I’d done,
And hadn’t done,
I lost my friend, lost my best one.
Cheerleader
I’ve always felt
like the world’s cheerleader
my job to keep
everyone happy
satisfied
keeping mom smiling
after dad slammed the door
rooting for her
when she made
The
Hardest Choice
to leave him.
Maybe that is why
cheerleading is my sport
my job
raise you
praise you
all the while
I look perfect
and happy
radiating joy
so you feel the same.
When I walk into a room
I stand at the sideline
scanning each face
feeling the mood.
When a room is tense
It’s up to me
to lighten
bring everyone together.
When the mood is dark
it’s up to me
to brighten
bring the smiles back.
When the mood is wild
it’s up to me
to keep the fun in sight
bring the laughter up a notch.
A cheerleader all day
every day
everyone depends on me
I can’t let them down
so take a deep breath
slap that smile on
and keep everyone happy.
Smile
Plump lips popping perfectly in pink
pearly white, pristine and straight teeth.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect
The fog emerged,
like a flower slowly
unfurling
its beautiful petals.
A flower disguised as
a deadly weed
sent to smother
life around it.
A flower so poisonous,
yet beautiful,
flaring,
expanding,
that when it touches you
wraps its leaves around you
and you are too old
lived too long
it will take you.
The young survive,
watching the ever-changing grays and white,
touching the flower,
watching it dip and rise around their feet,
running their fingers through,
making it swirl,
breathing in its sweet smell,
but for how long?
Are any of us really safe
From its poison?
We had a land
We had a land
a field we shared
to grow what we wanted
a land that bound us
not a land that killed us.
We had a land
where we gathered
traded goods and smiles
a land that held us
not a land that pushed us away.
We had a land
where the only fog was natural
a sign of a cool morning for walks
not a land with THE fog-
a sign that death was near.
Me
This town I live in, full of my woes
ransacked by Bonnie and Clyde and an EF-5 Tornado.
Almost everyone I know
in the neighborhood a stone’s throw
from the junior high and where the river flows.
Our neighborhood is our own.
Raised beds next to each other-
just like our homes, it’s a strong tether.
We all gather once a month, no matter the weather
to sell, buy, and catch up, talk about whatever.
Middle school was supposed to be an adventure.
Sixth grade was full of many things:
Independence. Success. Friendship. Cheerleading
I was stunting, flipping, and just enjoying.
Seventh grade was supposed to be even more amazing.
Not traumatizing.
So many things I wish I’d done
but instead I’m the quick tempered one
a doubting, self-conscious, and sometimes vindictive, one.
And because of what I’d done,
And hadn’t done,
I lost my friend, lost my best one.
Cheerleader
I’ve always felt
like the world’s cheerleader
my job to keep
everyone happy
satisfied
keeping mom smiling
after dad slammed the door
rooting for her
when she made
The
Hardest Choice
to leave him.
Maybe that is why
cheerleading is my sport
my job
raise you
praise you
all the while
I look perfect
and happy
radiating joy
so you feel the same.
When I walk into a room
I stand at the sideline
scanning each face
feeling the mood.
When a room is tense
It’s up to me
to lighten
bring everyone together.
When the mood is dark
it’s up to me
to brighten
bring the smiles back.
When the mood is wild
it’s up to me
to keep the fun in sight
bring the laughter up a notch.
A cheerleader all day
every day
everyone depends on me
I can’t let them down
so take a deep breath
slap that smile on
and keep everyone happy.
Smile
Plump lips popping perfectly in pink
pearly white, pristine and straight teeth.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect
Please disregard whatever doesn't work or make sense. I like "We Had a Land." It was very clear to understand and well written. Overall, I found this really interesting! 