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Banana Bread

When life gives you lemons

You make lemonade

I am a banana

A beaten and bruised banana

Too ugly to sit on the marble countertop in the kitchen

Wouldn’t want the house to look poor and unkept, right?

The good news is that there are layers to the banana

The bad news is that when you peel the unappealing-looking exterior, a mushy interior meets your eye

Too soft to enjoy without leaving a bad taste in your mouth

When life gives you a banana like this

You make banana bread

I am a banana

I can’t make banana bread because I am a mere ingredient in the delicious pastry

I am the unwanted ingredient that can magically turn useful by the powers of others

I need flour to hold me together and keep me from going all over the place

I need sugar to make my softness appear sweet to others

I need baking soda to help me rise and grow out of my imperfections

And I need someone willing to put in the effort to make me into tasty banana bread

Damn, I want some banana bread right now

Who’s cookin’?

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Apricity

For he once witnessed the winter sun on the day of apricity
Psychrophilic creatures make their retreat to their subnivean brumation
Emerging pools on the ice-covered pond foretell the primaveral

Then, without warning, the gale strikes his face, shattering the sun’s affection
Sheets of frozen fluidity cache away the verdant landscape
May this apricity simply be a mirage of the imminent

We may choose to see hope in the form of the warmth of others
Only to realize that the problem was
                                                     Deeper
                                                               Than
                                                                      We
                                                                            Ever
                                                                                   Knew.

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Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations

Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations.
Her scintillating semblance was a hammer to the heart on my sleeve.
Shattering my shamefulness and unlocking my ululations,
But now I am bereaved for my lover chose to leave.

Now my concubine is chimeric and my feelings have faded.
Wash away my world but preserve the past memories in my mind.
Leave me to languish in our eternal estrangement.

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Heartbreak Countdown

Ten unread messages and nine missed calls later

I finally texted eight friends to call you a lying traitor.

Please don’t leave me, I’m not strong enough to grieve

Our seven birthdays together or the six promises that you would never leave.

You bought your ticket with a five then took my heart away for free.

My watch struck four, but you had disappeared by three.

As the hours went on, I stared fixedly ahead at the sun

And slowly lost sight of you while two sets of footprints became one.

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Seaside Suicide

The waves grow larger as they draw near
I just want to disappear
The white water crashes against the jagged rock shore
I really thought that there’d be more 
The air is salty and the breeze sings its song 
Have I been living my life all wrong?
Seawater sprays me in a fine mist
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
I’m worthless
The clouds drift overhead in wisps of white against the black I would turn around now but it’s too late to backtrack
 
I’m already here
At the edge the pier
My intentions are sincere
So please—don’t interfere
 
I’ll let the waves wash me away
I hope this is the end of my dismay
I really don’t want to stop halfway
Just do it
Just do it
Just do it
Just do it
 
I take a deep breath as my feet give way

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Don't Let the Good Life Pass You By

When do you know when life has passed you by?

When the stars dim and the sun loses shine?

When the windy breeze leaves you high and dry?

Is that when you’ve reached the end of the line?


How can you tell when a life has been lived?

When your heart begins to shiver and freeze?

When fellowship begins to fall adrift?

Is my existence worth more than a tree’s?


What is meaning in a life of despair?

When overthinking shadows my being?

When death is imminent in my affairs?

Is life meant to be lived through unseeing?


As I lay to rest under setting sun

I hope I live for once before it's done.

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Fragile: Handle With Care

Sticks and stones may break my bones

It’s easy to be hurt when you’re alone

My heart of glass profusely bleeds

I wish my poker face was hard to read

My sign reads “Fragile: Handle With Care”

It repels new friends and attracts blank stares

Don’t get too close or I’ll get hurt

My insecurities keep me distant and alert

I used to wear my heart on my sleeve

They would tell me it was a blessing but then would always leave

So I guess I’ll see you when the party’s over

My mind is quaking so I’m taking cover

My cheeks turn red, and tears flood my eyes

I can’t be normal for once, can I?

I’m a brittle branch on a windy night

I’ll be blown away and out of sight

So words can never hurt me.

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The Morning After

The floodwaters shimmer with opalescence in the morning sun
The torrential rain finally comes to a halt

In the stillness of it all floats the body of the banker’s son
Six feet above-ground, his grave on the asphalt

Birds stir cautiously above in the stripped-down trees
Their intertwining voices weaving a fragile song

A tattered American flag wavers in the cool breeze
Some buildings in ruins while others hold strong

As the waters retreat, remnants of a past life emerge
Scattered belongings and overturned furniture drift

While some may view the flood as a natural scourge
Others may see it as a revitalizing gift

The deep blue, empty sky holds a surreal clarity
As if having been cleansed by the storm before

Devastation occurs for the sake of posterity
New life emerges from the grasp of the great war

Wetlands breathe and fertile soil is restored
Fish of many shades explore the new habitat

Nature replenishes itself, humanity ignored
But it’s always possible to rebuild the laundromat

Shadows stretch long over the worn-down earth
Leaving a story of withering sadness behind

The grief and pain of the people entwined in rebirth
A message in the ruins, both cruel and kind

There is strange beauty in the morning after
When everything comes to a head

In the silence of the town hear Mother Nature’s laughter
O’er the skies and the trees and the flooded riverbed

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WORDS

My words cannot repair the dire state of the earth
My words cannot elicit new life and rebirth
My words cannot amend the abuse we inflict each day
But my words can still have power anyway

They can echo through the depths of your mind
Leaving the secrets of rehabilitation behind
They can sow the seeds of hope and fear
Pleading the case for this fragile sphere

My words may not turn deserts green
Nor may they cleanse the air unseen
But my words can relay the urgency of our needed care
To begin healing our home that is certainly worse for wear

They can reverberate through the veins of my city
Inspiring change and stirring up pity
For the story untold of a debilitating soul
Whose miniscule parts don’t care about the whole

Our world cannot tell us what it needs so we must assist
Every day we don’t do our part is an opportunity missed
This poem might not save the world, but at least it's a start
We might not have the antidote but at least we can have a heart

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Open Up the Door

I told you–stay away from the door. The monster lies in peace.
Let him be. You are silent, so he is too. Go back to bed.
He is me. But am I him? I open the door–she is gone.