Do you remember? When we were small,and the whole world seemed like a jungle gym. Each rock a mountain, each pond an ocean. As we grow older trading our blankies for jackets and stuffed animals for bikes or scooters. Then our pacifier for lollies. Then as we go from small child to preteen,our jackets become smaller,and bikes become faster and our lollies become bitter,with the taste that is the harsh reality of life,and heartbreak, and loss,despair. Then, so fragile as if to break. At only 15: our jackets disappear, our bikes turn to lone midnight walks. And we've traded our Lollies for Ciggies. Lighting the end and inhaling the small dose of death as if to release ourselves from the world. The burning red cherry our only source of light in the dark dark world. As the cold of the night makes our bones quake and our looming thoughts make our heart break,the small inhale is our only escape from a brutal world we call home. What we've yet to find,is when asking for a ciggy, who is the person who with a smile,brighter than the dismal gray work we live in,who hands you a lollie as bright,and as shining as that cherry.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
