Author: CharlieP

gleaming, silver, sharp,
sophisticated eaters
use their silverware

A poem should be a snapshot
A window into a single moment in time

That stops you in your tracks
And fills your mind with emotion

A poem should be something magical
While being nothing special

Complex
Yet simple

A poem should be raw and real
As if it was ripped right out of you

Flowing from your heart to the page
In meer seconds

A poem should be a blooming wildflower
Sprouting everywhere

In vivid colors
In vivid pictures

A poem should be you
All of you written on a page

Your self-portrait
Your life

Bubble gum is unique
She’s soft and chewy
A gleam of pink
Or purple
Or blue
She could be which or whatever you choose
You grab a pink container
Your hunger tells you It’s a no-brainer.
As you read the contents, a bright,
Colorful label project into your eyes
Running your finger over the rough lettering
You think of how many other eyes
How many other feet
How many other sighs
Have stood where you stand
Looked at what you’ve seen
Felt how you’ve felt
Besides you, a stranger
Who expressed little to no danger
A wonder of
“I think I’ve tried this type of gum before”
How a simple
“Oh me too”
Has arms, a harmless reach,
where I once saw it as an armless cactus
I feel warm, for I was not judged

You walk up to the counter
As a sweet old man smiles
A crinkle in his eye
A flash of his teeth
Aged, he’s known this world for longer than you
You admire him
I wonder how much of this bubblegum he’s had
In his dire years
In the candy shop on 2nd street
Bubblegum is unique
How it can bring you back
To a life, you can see
which may not even be yours
The bubblegum guarantees.

I am forever in debt
to that bubblegum
for I met the love of my life
in that little candy store
on 2nd Street.

Outside it can be cold
And the world is in a hold
through the cold evening sky
Sunlight is a yellow dye.

With a camera in your hand
It sees arrays of vegetation so grand
That a photo could never do it right
For it can never capture the sun’s great light.

The sand and the ocean are thirsty
They shout to the sun to please give them mercy.
And as the sun obeys
Sunlight sways over the waves.

A man and a woman
Are one
As sunlight and moonlight
Are one.

Like a splash of watercolor on a barren canvas
Sunlight flows like the fingertips of a pianist
And when sunlight reaches for the stars
She is finally ours.

Dance”
My mother would say
Each step was a look away
From the thoughts that surrounded me
As the music finally bounded
Who I was to become
5 year old me was filled with jumping and leaping
The rhythm holding back my weeping.

“Dance”
My mother would say
As she cooked dinner that day
My face flushed with the rednesses of our tomatoes
Although my stomach, filled with rainbows,
Begged my feet for sweet relief
13-year-old me knew what the heart wanted
Although my see-through reputation had already parted

“Dance”
My mother would say
As a text reflected into me like prey
As it burnt into my eyes like pepper spray
I couldn’t hear myself think
As the dance floor was covered in green and pink
And spilt around me was a drink
17-year-old me would tell myself “Not today”
Although I knew that idea would turn grey

“Dance”
He would say
As we stood in the ray of the refrigerator light
“Please, just a dance”
And almost like I was in a trance
I started to advance into a dance
Releasing shackles of fear
In hopes of never reappearing
23-year-old me danced
Danced until my P.Js were soaked with my sweat
Danced for all the memories I hadn’t met yet
And the one I was making with my silhouette

My mother spoke to me one day
She asked to dance
And she knew with just a glance
“Of course”
I said
And I danced
For every baby babble
For every whiff of her dinner that day
For every new refrigerator we bought
Although I may not have loved them very much
I danced for them

And so I went
And I searched for something
That couldn’t even be described
I asked the sun for some of her light
To which she had no response
I asked the moon for some of her beauty
To which she had no response
I asked the mirror for some of her words
To which she answered
“Anything I give you
Will simply, already be yours
Because anything you ask the sun the moon
And the stars for
Is already yours
You just haven’t seen it yet”

On nights when I can’t sleep
I imagine I’m with you
I imagine I can hear your heartbeat in my ears
Ringing through my head
Like an early bird call
I imagine your arms like ribbons on a present
Like a cage for all my worries
A haven for my flaws
like I’m still that little girl
sucking her thumb
I imagine I watch you dream of every day
That I’ve never gotten to see
Mama, one day I hope I know what your dreams are,

When you become the first thing
You truly feared
You become self-aware
For the very first time

When the mirror finally snaps back at you
Like that one time when ur neighbor’s cat bit you
And you didn’t quite know why
You finally understand why
For the very first time

Wake up
Remember the
Portal in my closet
Walk inside it, and become a
pneuma.

The pain
Was draconian
But I managed through all
The searing pain of the portal.
Success.

I walked
Right through the door
And found myself back in
The same old room… but different.
Somehow.

I looked
Around my room
And saw an orb floating
Upon my bed, just hovering.
It moved.

It told
Me to go sleep
Upon the bed beneath
It. so I got into my bed and
Slept long.

Woke up.
Remember the
Portal in my closet
Walk inside it, and become a
Pneuma

I’ve heard that dreams are symbols
That represent our future.
Yet, are they not the shackles
That keep us in this stupor?

Perhaps, I’ve been too easily swayed
By the lies that swept me up.
I wonder if the cards I played
Were stopped far too abrupt.

For once I dreamt I was stuck
Falling down a deep, dark hole.
I fell for eternity, ‘til I struck
A realization: I had no control.

For now, I wish I could go back
To that time when I was innocent.
It’s hard to imagine how I lack
That perfect, perfect innocence.

Maybe if I worked to death,
I would find what I was looking for.
But now, I’d rather take a breath
Than find solace ’hind a door.