Reflections in the Subaru by Lauren Randall and Sage Hoyt (classic book list .TXT) 📖

Pure (sonnet)

I have nothing left to think
Whatever forces this pounding wave
-Resisting the tide- never ending crash-
Is part of, you’ve won.

The “experienced” and four eyed wisdoms
Whisper that I’ll grow with time
-Understand later-
Later is too far away.

L-O-V-E is spelt T-I-M-E
But the clock is frozen
Racy laugh- crazed eyes
Pleading for something recycled

Worn so many times that the fray
Falls to pieces
Leaving your skin bare in the cold.

God Bless you Poet

People are dumb
Dumb as poems by self-centered non-poets
Let’s pretend we’re not all fakes
Let’s pretend we’re not all hiding

What is the obsession of fate and being free?
Nothing- just a shade screen for expectations
Full of anger with a smile, let’s find “freedom”
The idea will cage you until it’s found

I don’t like people
People are dumb.
God bless you poet.

Pouring Riddles

Riddles got nothing on me.
They could light up a candle, but I flame the torch
And when you call my name, the sound of your voice
Throws my flame off it's course

We are so young, but our words are bold
Separate or united, I can hardly think of the dreams we hold
and the world better prepare, storing note of the symphony’s best
building mountains soaring higher than the world can think to jest

Fill up the skies-
Let songs swing wild
And there with the millions of stars
We will watch golden eyes shine brighter,
reaching and healing every scar.
We are so young, but our words are bold
All of the letters makes up the sounds we will someday hold.

The gentle flow of life after rain
Feel the weight lift off your shoulders
and let it hush the Worry
and let it halt the Pain
until you’re left, and let the tears fall
And fall with the rain

Fill up the skies-
Let songs swing wild
And there with the millions of stars
We will watch golden eyes shine brighter
reaching and healing every scar.
We are so young, but our words are bold.
All of the letters make up the sounds we will someday hold.

The laughing, the talking
into the night
The warrior you are in my eyes.
Wake up, wake up moonlight
Mmm

Blank Pages named Reality

blank pages and empty words
fill up the spaces in my mind
the screen behind these bloodshot eyes
cannot be denied

so instead i push and work and race,
driving my body on
my mind to keep an inhuman pace
to fill those pages with mindless songs

i know i can keep up the act
in fact, the act is almost gone
now molded into my entirety
is this buzzing, mindless song

im not unhappy, not at all
my life’s not dark and dim
the books that line my shelves
still hold true to their words within

but i fear with every moment spent
encompassed in this strange tune
the farther im removing myself
from a reality that will soon be ruin

DOUBLE DOUBLE CHOCOLATE MILK (senses poem)

"Come on girls!"
"Come in for dessert!"
In a tangle of frizzy hair and pink boots
All five sistrers tromp into the house
pink cheeks and bright eyes
Hoping dad's attempt at dessert is far better
than the casserole for dinner

"Double Double Chocolate Milk!"
He exclaims proudly- pushing 5 tall plastic cups
like they were grand Olymic prizes.
Too young to realize a desperate, silly notion
We slurp the milk-
more chocolate syrup than anything-
like manna from Heaven

"Come on girls!"
"Please join us for a bit!"
In a wave of straightironed flat and ridiculously curled
We tromp into the same house-
older but just as pink-
Reserved but just as enamoured
with Double Double Chocolate Milk

And secretly
When all the house is still
and I wake in a cold sweat
wondering where I am and what is real
I tromp once again
Pouring the milk to break the silence
Let the soothing chocolate chill glide down my throat

Remembering what Double Double Home
tastes like

My Ordinary Miracles

The heat of summer drags her down
The weight of wheels and tires will pound
Yet somehow she startles awake
A second before it’s too late
She’s just another ordinary miracle

He’s everything she’ll ever want
And while she’s off lost in thought
Therein he walks- of all the million miles
He chose the one wherein she smiles
They’re just another ordinary miracle

With plans to go and plans to stay
A rush and tumble of mumbled “Hey”
But with a single glance he conveys
And she understands the words he couldn’t say
It’s just another ordinary miracle

I’m just another ordinary miracle

White (noun peom)

Cold fingers
burning on a chaos face
the smooth, slick handle sliding oh so easily
into hysteria.

"Just listen." he whispers
a misty voice hovering on a blanket of night.
Lazy stars and a pale fire
breathing with the quiet strum of settled puzzle pieces

Silent and dis-connected
her locks fell blood red and bold
saying words she didn't speak
Words she didn't want to hear.

Pale gray listen to nothing but hold and hold and wish and
LOVE
a sting of words tied together
in an emerald bow
woven in wasted time and selfish thoughts
until hurt flies in every direction
a hand open
to nothing but an empty shell
an empty color
too soft to ever be called
White.

Fire's Burden (Villanelle)

Please God give me courage to say what must be said
If passion was a sin, I'd be in hell
You are a fire burning in my head

The thoughts that seep beneath my bed
Rage against me in the morning alarm bell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said

Lead
Words grip my stomach screaming "tell!"
You are a fire burning in my head

Everything I've ever been taught warns flashing red
If thoughts could speak, they would yell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said

My lips would regret silence til' silence lay dead
every moment slicked back in times gel
You are a fire burning in my head

Spotlight blazes down- attention is fed
All the world will soon know