Poetry Collection Volume I. by Alexis Barba

Dinner Plate

Dusk falls, it's six o'clock
With the fridgid winter air
I'm stuffed away
Stacked up
It's more than I can bear
Now, I feel a warm sensation
Along my fragile fringes
You hold me in your hands
Dusting off my old, grey ridges
You told me I'm so beautiful
With my rosy, adorned flowers
Your body heat
The need to be cleaned
Feels like a kind sunshower
I beg you
Don't put me back where I belong
It's cold in there
It's lonely in there
I'm pale and not that strong

I feel my feet hit
A solid countertop
I know it's been forever
And I know what's to come
I feel the essence of something cooked
Down my unworn rim
I'm weeping
Because I looked
Into a future that's so dim

You've done this all before
I never thought you would choose me
To be a candidate for
Something cruel, foul, and beastly

Currently I sense
A substance uncertainly cozy
Your fingers on my side
Is like a victory trophy

You sat down with me
And how joyous I exclaimed
But I felt scraping
And, again, I was pained
I should have seen it coming
That ever-deadly fork
Scuffing up my insides
To nurish you with pork
I watched you do it all
And, oh, what torture
You ignored my bawl
Just so you could nurture
And nurture you did, gobbling down every last drop
I observed you like a pig scarffing down its slop

You threw me down like nothing
Ontop a hard surface
And here I would endure everlasting time
I know that I'm an object
I know I have no rights
Yet I still discern
You've committed a barbaric crime
I can see you as you pass by
Watching TV
Having sex
And, once more, I sigh
If only I had arms and legs
Or even just a mouth
To advise you that I'm molding
From the inside out
I'm pleading in silence
Return me to where I came from
It's fitter than your violence
Are you savage
Or just dumb?

It's been over a year now
I'm just counting down the days
Until I'm under running water
And, ultimately, I'm saved

Yet I notice you're walking my way
How peculiar and strange
Have you revised your plan?
Have you really changed?
I feel that warm sensation
Anewed, I'm given back hope
The only thing I want to sense
Is the familiarity of soap
I'm being dragged into a bag
One I saw in the kitchen
That gut-wrenching day
You dropped me
I broke into inches
You scattered my adorned flowers
Even down to my fragile fringes
The betrayal I felt
When I never saw you again
Your touch was so heartfelt
I still wonder how you've been

To love is to be used
And to be used is to be left
All my life I've been bruised
Yet have made no progress