30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

14-4

everyone love a bandit

creeper
center aisle at the grocery
planned on a heist of legend
driven by the street stink
piss and powder and money
hair clingy from the immortal grease
everyone knew the plan
canned hams in a thrift store jacket
the alarm goes off and the chase is on
cheers ring out from the paying customers
cause everyone loves a bandit

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caught

backroom lit
from the cpu
headphones in deep
she steps lively
hardly a fairy princess
I'm running with my
pants around my ankles
she's dancing
and clapping in
a circle

 

[AChild]

14-5

sun days

in the room with out curtains
when the light hits right
the painted on color
reflect a true mood
the beam is just a shot
of the moment
compelling rays
for rolls in bed
baking the brain
sweating obscene
peeling up dirt and old skin
this is a cleaning
a vital signal of the last highs
swallowing a yellow burn
this decade is passing out

 

[AChild]

14-6

cold and naked

super powers for the educated world
they don't seem like much but its enough
to disarm most opponents

 

[AChild]

10-15

dream monk
click thoughts that seem drunk
or sway play
melee
make hay
and golden strands provide sun shine
one mind with thought of you
caution flew to cause
ink don't flow to pause
parts do conclude
but still paths denote hope
a breath dope
without smoke
striving
lying
broken bands to slip the timing
winding down days
finding fun pays
I make my own home of good times
constant harvest diamond mind
set aflame inspire sign
a smile of friendship,
the gift to kinship,
first kiss from flirt lips
laughter at the lewd thought
tripping private when the world caught
vision of my folly
failure didn't stop the calling
from the me's I want to be to you
another year to make it true

 

[AChild]

15-2

cheers!!
it's shot poems written on small pages

touch

staff to mark
if my world is mine
then it stops around this

for a time, attempting
real
a shadow of, what is
becoming more consistent with quality
touch is hard to hold
the globe moves
and twists my hands off the moment

-------
testing water, still cold

looking back
always in a frame for touch
making a woman laugh
is a metaphor
made her shake
so much her iris smiled
steaming up with umph!

 

[AChild]

15-3

with family like me

transition
every day around here is a new age
I don't remember faces much less the stories
and that is where the guilt comes from

manic
on my role
forgetting quickly which part I played
last time
a symptom of the buckshot motivations

play the system
in our hearts we're trained
by moods and past transgrestions
lines of communications locked in pitch

the action cycles
unaware of the feelings and wants
no time to scar
this piece of flesh is where I keep my knife

 

[AChild]

15-4

Muse sic

she's drawing on the balcony in the rain

boppin' off my head bloom
the green wood poppin'
like the first time we made a fire

she's shaking on the pigments
reveling edges in the opacity
through her I know dimensions in sight and sound

the breath curls
casting spirals

the impact of a drop
through the changes
come a better world

in her concentration
she is alone
and all mine

 

[AChild]

15-5

I don't know from dreams

wet freeway
splashing through
gold water
sun above
dancing in the puddles
flashing oilbows
the city is stained
the clouds make you remember

still can't find Martin's alarm clock
but I don't know from dreams

 

[AChild]

15-6

We interrupt this broadcast
to bring you thoughts from the siren

see the clouds know rage
splitting with light
the sidewalks are empty
the corners are a childish ballroom
capes get thrown to the ground
for the first look at hail

 

[AChild]

15-7

pink sky peaking
through the rain

knowing is a curtain
certainty is a rage in validation

trying to recycle minds
seeking betterment but
not agreeing to it
yet

spilt leaking passion
worried at a broken vessel
wisdom is spilling down hill

and the gutters sing
clean

 

[AChild]

15-8

drinks are for the dreaming

my belly full
but the lights still on the blink
filling on the courage
but still can't feel the think

 

[AChild]

15-8

Operation Lightsaver is in effect

the repeated beat
Flintstones wall paper
covers my essential sensitive
see me like a gift
rapped in patteren

"dripping off the meat grinder"

I don't do the math
I only move to amuse
questioning the theory
but dancing in the reality
I've got to get more music

 

[AChild]

15-9

letting go

outcome life
and more life and more life
don't fear the changes
but I am surprised by the friendship
offered

craving toward the fall
speaking low for this love
looking out to be used
without limit

a utility religion
base line blue connects
arrows pointing back
(too cliche stars)
points of light
moments of perfection
before the tide pulls back
revealing the rocks

waking, pushing,
displacing air
stretching the mind
draping it over plants and animals
claim just a little bit of new world
call it an in the seam color
reminiscent of a bubble's edge
world warping

 

[AChild]

15-9

winking deep

sky eye
slipping through the clouds
wide sigh
awakens bruise blood in the crowds
could it be those ghost have stopped their weeping?
this fishbowl, this spaceship lens is only winking

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an older lady gave me her gloves today
earlier in the morning when it was still cold
she had sad eyes but a warm heart

a baby gave me a flower
later in the afternoon when it had heated up
the petals were closed
it was a treasure she will never remember
I kept it behind my ear
the pollen made a Sunday Rorschach on my pillow

 

[AChild]

15-10

Change aint nothing but a theory
(caution this is a dream)

"open up some of the bruise blood
so some of the blood will come out
to show them"

twisting in a dark scape
gauntlet of crude metaphors
that world was ending

bleak,
the whole family was
living in an apartment
everyone wanted to be
a part of me

I had secrets
I didn't understand keeping
they translated into power
that didn't fit my fingers

when the monsters came
I beat them until I looked bad
the horror transforming
blood painting inside the eye
demon night seals locking up the homestead
in the end I begged my family for understanding

 

[AChild]

15-11

showtime quicky

the plan is to try a lot
not going to be good all the time
so then probably fail a lot
I know my temperament
failing will probably make me sad a lot
and if it didn't make me sad
I probably wouldn't try so hard
but I'm not going to let my failures
slow me down
shed a tear and keep running
that is what experience is made of
many times missing the bar
so when I pass the goal I'll have more
stories to tell

 

[AChild]

15-12

worth words

phrases, places
people family
are all on the exchange
worth shifts like melting
colors in a painting
transferred by the words

 

[AChild]

15-13

tired of my name

fearful of people
knowing me
like a bible
want to change it
so they can't find my intention
don't want anyone to know
how blue I can be

 

[AChild]

15-14

morning breath

last night
working at the fun times
beer
love is just a window
clear
the mist of death revels
paint peels
but she still give me
fish lips

that's how I know she love me

 

[AChild]

15-15

quitting isn't an option

shooting farther for a poem
netting stars I'll trade for
female laughter and
long kisses that get
wetter over time

 

[AChild]

15-16

to build a fire

flame in mind
the same after lighters
changing speed
for pressure as
the focus of weight
kills

the expertise has left
slipping skills
don't have the money
for up keep
wondering how I ever
wanted warmth

 

[AChild]

15-17

munchie

i dream of space and the connections between points of light when you squint your eyes.

she took me into
passion with no money in mind
it was on the couch
she gave me a pole dance
moving her booty
to the beat of my pants lumber

I am always looking for the reason
trying to name the metaphor,
attempting to give new titles
to unknown emotions
sometimes to the effect of confusion

simply,
she ate deeply of me
too excited
she brought up bits of beer
but wouldn't stop
until she made room for me everywhere

usually I don't go too hard
the down stairs neighbors don't like it
but I can't control her screams
so I push the bed past the knocking point
put off from my peak
listening for a knock on the door

hours later we would wake up hungry
naked and wet like zombie
crawling toward the kitchen in the cold
for orange lentils and burnt bacon

 

[AChild]

15-18-

she caught me staring

goose bump flesh
is my pleasure suit
the sight of her made me put it on
hard

she caught me staring
noticed that I was walking slower
so when she passed I could
record the sway of her hips

she was used to the eyes
she smiled with out teeth
and then said "Hello!"

as if to say
I'm not just a image for your
slide show

little did she know I used that wry smile
with the sway of her hips

their was nothing of similar value
i could give her to remember me by

 

[AChild]

15-19

freedom is another word for not caring

went the blase path
pissing on fires in the form
of flowers
pent up sun rays,
raging with a green song
the pollen in the dirt buried
under the mud piss

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I wanted to write a funny poem today

a poem
I could preform on stage
or in front of a microphone
I would rather have people laugh at me
then look at me with the awe
that comes from serious spoken word
this way I could never let them down

 

[AChild]

15-20

Headline: too big tree eclipses the sun

my childhood is an automatic weapon
stolen and fired often
king pins laugh at the little crime
and encourage balls

so even though I'm growing
I still keep bloody noses
for the artist who gave me
the scares
this tree that blocks the sun
lets the stars flash
the sky is a strobe light