11:11

I wrote this for a friend but never finished it. I finally had a chance, it isn't my best but i'll take it.

eleven eleven is the time,
that marks this little nursery rhyme
I wish I may, I wish I might
grant this wish I wish tonight.
Upon this second, minute, and hour
blossom like a beautiful flower.
May my dreams fly up, away
til the clock strikes to end the day.

Lil Monster

I see you like a reflection of what I used to be.
That same timid ferocity, the spark of mischief
hidden in your tiny smile.Your hand gestures,
the way you explode when you don't get your way.
Yet I can't help to smile at you, the kind that starts
 at the corner of your mouth, wraps up
to your eyes and ends in your mind. Because
it is all too familiar. As the tears stream
down your upturned face, my inward smile
grows bigger but self control keeps me from laughing.
"There, there..." I comfort you, as I kneel down.
You rush towards my arms crying, wiping
 your snot nosed face like a monster.
But you are my monster, of whom I truly adore.

It was that day I died

I'm not sad or anything :P This poem was inspired by a scene in Charlie St. Cloud. It is a villanelle and this phrase the main character said and it struck me. So I thought it would be challenging to write this. I hope it works.

It was that day I died
The sound of glass cracking
I’m trying not to cry
Sirens wailing in the distance
My shoulders bloody and convulsing
It was that day I died
Eyes shut in grievance
Mind scattered wondering
I’m trying not to cry
You lay in my arms in silence
Your chest slowly breathing
It was that day I died
I prayed for guidance
but I knew you were leaving
I’m trying not to cry
I shouldn’t wish for vengeance
but I can’t go on without you living
It was that day I died
I’m trying not to cry.

Time Control

What would you do if you could control time?
Perhaps, sit with your lover's embrace for eternity?
See that falling star, forever falling?
Watch your children grown before your very eyes?

Re-live that precious moment like a broken record,
or at least, like a recording off some long lost VHS tape.
But you wouldn't need it at all;
Because you can control time.

Bring back loved ones who passed on?
Making their fleeting life something memorable?
Stop that rainbow in its tracks so
you can finally find out what is at the end?

Too bad you have your own life to live.
And that you can't control time.

What Would I Give...

What would I give,
to have the ability to look
out of the sun drenched window
and to be out there, playing
tag with the sparrows.

To have the warm summer wind
lift me up to the big blue open
sky, drifting without a care
in the world, not even one
as to where I am going.

To feel the warmth of the sun
on my back, and the breeze
brushing my entire body, lazily
closing my eyes and sighing
complete contentment and satisfaction

To see the world in its vast glory
and beauty, outside of the towns
and pedestrians, in my own higher place
wondering if and when
would I ever be home again.

What would I give...
what would I give.