modern poetry

Recollections

Trying to occupy my
Day with constant
Activity to provide
Respite from the
Incessant onslaught
Of memories unwelcome,
Reminders of occurrences
I don’t want to relive
But that won’t
Leave me alone.
I pretend they’re not
There but that only
Lasts until the next
Moment I’m not doing
Something and the
Silence is supplanted
Yet again by
Undesirable
Recollections.

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Spewing

She’s made her choice:
Careening through
Life spewing hate
And divisiveness.

Sure, she makes a lot
Of money, and is often
Recognized in restaurants,
But that’s where it ends.

When she gets home and
Takes off the persona,
She has to live with
What she’s become.

Desperation

He can’t do it,
It would mean
Going down a path
Leading in an altogether
Unsavory direction
He would never
Consider but for
His desperation.

Worst of All

He was afraid of
Peace and love
An all it might do
To upend his life,
The time he’d have
To spend looking inward,
Examining his warts,
Why he believed
What he did,
His abiding mistrust of
Others and championing
Of causes that
Damaged others.
Worst of all,
He’d have to spend
Time with himself.

Receptacles

I go to darker places
Where people avert
Their gazes and hastily
Usher themselves to
The safety of their
Unexamined existences.
I live on the fringes,
Stoking questions others
Lock away in airtight
Receptacles,
Attempted smothering.
I am difficult to behold,
A gruesome blight on a
Beautiful artificial landscape,
Searing with veracity
Unacknowledged.

Not You

A thoughtful walk on a
Pensive day with nowhere
In particular to go and
Many places to explore.
Reach down and trace
The innocent perfection
Of a tiny flower,
Overlooked by many,
But not you.

Hollow

Constant conflict
Without respite,
Continuous struggle
For dominance
Obliterating any
Semblance of
Functionality.

Crushing competition,
Someone always
Has to win,
Someone loses,
Tumultuous,
Hollow
Existence.

Scheme

An institution created by people
With an insatiable need to control
Others and enrich themselves at
The expense of the needy and
Gullible.

A cleverly designed trap, difficult to
Escape without risking death or
Eternal torment. Dogmas lined up in
A pretty little row, questioning
Forbidden.

Surrender your free will, you don’t
Have to worry about a thing,
We’ve got it all planned out,
A totalitarian scheme to divest you
From all.

Stare

Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Eyes
Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Heart