My friend comes through and talks to me,
With their stuck nails being all I can see.
Instead of listening further,
I get my wrench and try to loosen the nails,
Trying to make them no longer be a problem.
However, what I couldn’t see,
Was that my wrench was damaging the nails,
The ones in my friend,
And they were only getting tighter in their flesh.
I reflect on my wrench, and I feel it’s broken.
But when I reflect some more, I realize it’s not broken.
Wrenches aren’t able to get nails out.
They would’ve asked for my nail puller if they wanted me to do that.
Even then, the pain of the nail would still be there from the force.
If I listened more to my friend, and stopped putting fixing their problems up to me,
Maybe the nails would’ve actually come a bit looser less forcefully,
And this, because I love them, I wish I could see.
Categories:
wrench, 10th grade, analogy, extended
Form: Free verse
Turn it all you can.
Love is what the heart makes.
Turn,turn,turn that wrench
Until it breaks.
Knowing when to stop turning
Is all it takes
To save you
from yourself.
Categories:
wrench, 6th grade, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
Most she cited as jargon
Words to communicate
With the fans. She looked
past the "marks" and saw
something in the fan support
pile that allowed her reposition
and in clear mind aside from
the " media mumbo jumbo" she
looked at something someone
wrote, an when it made sense she
responded. A man see's beyond the
edges. His labors seeks reward.
Even the crumbest of them sometimes
are as worthy, as the most qualified.
Her sarcasm lead others to think.
A night were the less appreciated
wins. They don't know I spend most
Of my time separating from them; I
never said I didn't love them.
Categories:
wrench, analogy, care, celebration, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
prehensile primate
swinging through the canopy
what a gripping tale
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Categories:
wrench, allegory, analogy, animal, appreciation,
Form: Haiku
wrench in a
well oiled machine
whenever someone
enters into this environment
unaware of the way in which
things work around here
causing a malfunction within
the gears causing a break down
of the mechanism that cause the
engine to work properly
Categories:
wrench, analogy,
Form: Lyric
The words were stale and restless in his mouth,
so he spat them out onto the floor,like the gristle of
an overdone steak; and her brow furrowed over
every writhing anecdote, as his falsehoods lay
withering at clumsy feet. So,
she could see through him;
He was more than ready to let it all burn out,
he was tired of the rot. Tired of running his tongue
over teeth begging to spark under weighty words.
And she…
She was done carrying a corpse with the
arms of a shadow;
Memory can only drive a vessel so far.
So, as the sun rose and dried out the
flesh between them; the finality of
goodbye drove them apart,
like a sunrise, that can never be set.
Not again.
It’s all just earth now. Decomposed; however tampered:
It’s hot asphalt burning the toes of lover’s dreams.
Molten Steel falling unto the breast of a newborn city.
Pollution choking the quake of sentient evolution.
Love dampened by the leak of morality, fidelity….
It’s so easy to throw a wrench into the machine,
and too damn tempting to watch it burn…
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
wrench, imagery, life, longing, lost
Form: Free verse