Tag: People

#PoeticAnswers 91 – Why Do We Bring Pets Into Our Lives Knowing That In 10 Or So Years We’re Going To Be Devastated By Their Deaths?

For the longest time,
I felt like I didn’t know how to feel.
Like I was putting on a
Pathetic attempt at empathy,
Making a poor production of sympathy
While remaining apathetic as fuck.

And It’s not that I’m a complete dickhead,
It was just my luck that I was blessed
With Asperger’s Syndrome.
So despite my prickish tendencies and
My problems with thank yous and apologies,
Please don’t think that it’s personal.

My parents bought me a pet,
And by that, I mean
They bought a family puppy
In the hopes that I would get
Feelings and friendlier and
A little bit more normal.

He was a little pettable pillow,
A warm, fuzzy, yellow
Bundle of fuzz and fluff.
And through him I learned
How to be more gentle and less rough,
And how to look after a life.

As we both grew up,
His paw prints became imprints
On my personality as he taught me
How to play and be happy,
Bringing me out of apathy
And being always there for me.

When the day came that
He was too old and too in pain to play
I was heartbroken.
My tears fell into an ocean breaking
Into tidal waves of emotion
And it was strange.

Strange because I had never
Felt this way about anything,
Leaving me wondering if I was broken
As I stared at his toys and tokens
Of his life and affection and devotion
As my family told me that it was okay.

For the longest time,
I felt like I didn’t know how to feel.
He changed that for me.
Even though I was the one training him
Fetch and heel and high five,
He was the one who was teaching me.

Teaching me how to
Smile and laugh and be happy,
Teaching me how to
Care and cry and be sad,
Teaching me how to
Feel and appreciate the time and life I have.

And for that, thank you.
You were a good boy.

Question from Jasmyne M. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 85 – Why Do You Think They Call Them Trash?

The kings and queens of the hill,
The top of the trash heap
Have nowhere else to look
But down.
And they’re only happy
When they’re frowning down upon
Anyone or anything else,
As if they were some
Creature from hell
Trying to crawl and claw
Their way to the top.

Because they’re better,
Based on their opinions that
They’ve dressed up as fact to
Discriminate and separate the
Weak from the pack
So they can launch an attack
And call it defence.

But even being top of the heap
Still means you’re part of the heap.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 74 – What Does A Hurricane Sound Like?

Like a tidal wave against a stone wall and the shatter of glass,

Unheard prayers on rooftops and in churches and in desperation.

The roar of crumbling concrete as it dissolves to dust.

The crying of parents of lost, dead or dying children.

Trees being ripped apart like pieces of paper and then engulfed in flame.

The shriek of a baby as she starves and doesn’t know why or who to blame.

Like an army of ghosts with nothing left.

And then nothing.

Deafening nothing.

In a place where the sea meets the tears of disaffected dead
In a wasteland of rubble and scrap metal where the earth and the air is still.

And no one cries for help because they lost their voices to panic and pain.
Just the gentle lapping of waves of polluted water and rain.

Giving way to nothing

Hundreds of thousands of people are currently affected by Hurricane Irma and the aftermath. Please, if you can, support these people and the charities that are working to help these people. For more information on how you can help, click here for a list of the charity organisations that you can donate to and support.

 

#PoeticAnswers 62 – What Do Clouds Taste Like?

Clouds taste like journeys,
Travels and memories of
Places they’ve been before.

Evaporation,
Water dying from the heat,
Heading heavenward.

Condensation, the
Droplets come together like,
Soft, cold, sad choirs.

Precipitation,
The weight of emotion makes
Them want to fall back.

Fall back to the earth,
Recycled as rivers, seas
And oceans from raindrops.

But sometimes, they’re lost,
Dripping onto your tongue to
Hydrate and help you.

Then lost forever,
Lost in a thoughtless moment,
Tasting like sadness.

Question from my best friend and favourite kitten, Courtney G