Rainbow by chigoJanuary
I am forced to grow up
Before my time
I get a little worse
Start to cry every night
I cling to old things
Try to turn back time
I start to write
An outlet for built-up emotion
I fall apart for real this time
Do things I now wish I hadnt
I staple up the gap in my chest
And begin hiding behind fake smiles
I retreat further behind my wall
Forgetting how to cry, laugh, or scream
I am caged
Trapped by my uselessness
I dont know what to do
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Ive snapped, it seems
Worse than before and oh so impossible to fix
I stumble upon something unexpected
A reunion, a confession, a promise
I start planning
Realizing that all is not lost
Though I am choking everyday
I am choking on rainbows
I swallow the be
Ode to SpringOde to springOde to Spring6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Persephones respite, Demeters rejoice
Emerge from Earths ephemeral death
Rejoice gossamer nymphs!
Dance on wind with feet of air
Lie softly on the immaculate blooms
That paint the hills in hues of flame
That warm only the cold and jaded soul
Fair maiden Primavera
Too good are you to share your joy and bounty
That makes the weary farmer rich
And too soon you die
Again to join Hades
Such wicked tricks of fate
The jocund soul flees
Joining your transient death
Seasons by chigoSummer time:Seasons by chigo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lemons were ripe.
Wed steal them from my neighbors yard
In the place where their tree
Overlapped the fence.
Theyd sit on the counter,
For which we had no use.
There was a garden hose, too, I think.
Bringing cold to that overbearing heat.
The water would shine in the sun
(about as beautifully as we must have shone, then)
And we would grasp at it,
As the grass was flooded and our shoes were soaked;
A kind of artificial rain.
We were small gods,
We watched as the monarch butterflies
Dappled the trees near our school.
They were small, pretty things,
Fragile and full of life.
Is it really a possibility
That we ever lived that way?
Carefree, no strings attached?
I certainly hope
Some semblance of that happiness
Has stuck to us.
The distant sound of church bells, this time.
A constant in an ever-changing world.
Reassuringly omnipresent and echoing beautifully
Off those orange a