Despair Eats From A Cold Plate
Despair eats from a cold plate
It knows nothing except to fill its belly
In this never-ending jaunt to Morden Lane
Stenhouse Street and Swanscombe Road
Drop another dollar bill on the counter
Watch the waitress bend down to get it
She writes on a tablet her phone number
I call her when the sun is setting on Tuesday
We meet for wine and cheese at a side café
We stroll on Gunster Road and Haven Mews
She puts her arm through mine and giggles
She says there are brown roaches in the kitchen
A couch made of Naugahyde sits in the moonlight
Discarded shoes and intimate detritus scattered
Snoring lovers under a soft blanket in the darkness
Despair continues to eat from a cold plate
Categories:
gunster, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Winters end brings fish to the bay.
where all the birds decide to lay.
And foxes and bunnies run around,
On the the grassy, sandy mound.
There is man with a pole
that doesn't have a goal
his hook is empty
and asleep dreamt he,
nothing but the ocean breeze.
Then in a swift and careful motion
did he jig his line.
Now I notice his pole is a stick and line was twine.
I ask "what do you suppose you'll catch
with that stick for a pole and twine for a line."
He said "If me and that fish do by chance intertwine
ill be happy for awhile,
But I am satisfied with how I beguile this time."
So as I watched this fisherman I cracked a smile.
Cause although he has nothing but a stick for a pole and twine for a line,
he has become more content with life.
So I left and continued with my strife.
By, Brennan Gunster
Categories:
gunster, blue, fishing,
Form: I do not know?
The crude beast of my future
I know I will never be super
I cant make honors
so my life will by shattered like the trail left by bombers
I try too hard
to make my life good
to make my sure I wont live in a junkyard
from the second I was born I would be told I could
I could do anything I want
I could say anything I want
I could believe whatever I want
And it is as if life is making my life miserable by all of its taunts
The truth hurts they say
That luck will eventually come my way
School is a pit of destruction that crushed dreams more than it creates them
cause there is now way I can get my GPA, SAT, MCAS, or RPMs hight enough.
I love learning but hate being graded on the right answer.
There is more than one right answer and if if it doesn't fit in your ideal world
I will just have to become an exotic dancer
Cause I want to change education not become enrolled.
By, Brennan Gunster
Categories:
gunster, graduate, graduation, stress, student,
Form: I do not know?
Go run and hide,
while you bide
your time in corners
unable to stop the cries
of pain you give out like parts of you have died.
and all of the bugs and flies
are eating at every part you leave behind.
so you let out a sigh,
on loud, soul piercing sigh
that could make the toughest man cry,
and weep, and never want to move again.
You feel your depression is like a virus,
that will fly from person to person
so you hide.
not wanting to affect those who cried by your side.
But wishing you were so close to those who would chide you,
tell you to get over it.
They say "go outside."
feel the fresh air but I know it will burn my face like acid.
it will make my skin looked fried.
But now I know it wont.
and every step you take outside is progress.
So there is no reason to hide.
Your depression is not contagious.
You aren't alone,
cause I've tried to beat this by myself,
but now I know I'm not alone
and that I don't have to hide.
By, Brennan Gunster
More recent of my poems and my favorite so far.
Categories:
gunster, deep, depression, hope, loneliness,
Form: I do not know?