One

Day I woke up

No memories of

Being

Ten 

There are better reasons for me to cry but

This is the one that hits

Me. Have you seen that boy?

Yes, it takes him hours but have

You seen the way he brings the sun

To it's knees every night?

His forearms that throw it back into

Orbit no matter how tense and broken he is?

Like a baby whose eyes are a little too big

And a belly too full

Of love, it's like he wants to

Scare the poor think when he pushes

It back into the atmosphere with

The strength of all the stars.

Every time you drink your coffee

Black, you engulf your

Throat in the bitter ordeal the world 

has put you through. But

You never stop drinking, you'd 

Rather have life's darkest

Parts than have nothing at all.

You think I

Look rough?

Of course I do. I've

Seen things. The reason

I look so bad

Is cause I've been

Living.

When the sun hesitates to rise in the morning, like it

has any other choice, think 

of me. When you light fireworks in the alley and

talk of smoke inhalation, picture my mossy green

shirt with the stench of angst trapped

in the cotton. When you lay in bed, 

wishing, hoping, dreaming dreams that no

mortal has ever dreamed before, see me there

with you, and know that you are not alone.

Remember me as a time of day, the time when everything

seems to crumble around you yet you are at peace. Like

you're dripping in ecstasy but it hits you stealthily,

coming in waves instead of crashing down with the 

gravity of the world. 

#rememberme

We were created, or we evolved. Somehow 

We got here, we called the Earth our home. The sun

Rose, having no other option-

We saw it rise and we called it so; 

When it fell below us at night we called it sunset. 

It was above us, like the stars, the 

Trees, the flying animals we soon named birds. 

Below us was the ground, the grass, the 

Water. When we had babies, they were below us too. 

Physically, but also mentally, even though 

We weren't that smart ourselves.

There were other moving things around us. They walked on four legs 

When we walked on two.

We realized that things existed, but when we closed 

Our eyes they were gone. We reopened 

Them, and everything existed once again. We called this blinking. 

Once, we stopped exploring the world around 

Us and we explored ourselves. 

A tiny animal was trapped 

Inside us and it pounded in our chests. We called this our 

Heart. She may not have wanted to be there, but 

Without her we stopped sucking in air and pushing it out and 

Our faces turned blue. We called this dying. 

Sometimes they were very young. Sometimes they couldn't even 

Move anymore. They couldn't move, and this scared us. Instead of hiding 

From them, we hid them from ourselves. We 

Put leaves over them. Soon 

We covered them with dirt. We decided that wherever their souls had gone 

Was good, and we didn't need to give them a chance to come back.

God, or the Gods, or nature, riddled the land with their power. 

The sky cried. We called this 

Rain. The water rose. We called this 

The tide. We saw the trees move and we called it wind. 

When they swayed, we waved back. The conversation didn't go 

Much farther.

Once, we pulled the ground up towards us really 

Fast. We called this falling, and the red liquid 

That came out of us was named blood. It was scary and holy and 

We didn't understand it. Some of us were hungry for it.

We created. We destroyed. We made babies and fell in love and 

Fought. We killed and bled and had a cause. We made a pact to 

Kill each other for unknown reasons. We called this 

War.

We made names for each other. We didn't know who 

We were, but we knew we had to be something. We were our 

Names, and without them we would be            .

But names are just sounds.

It is not every day that the universe arranges itself into a 

Poem consisting of just a couple letters.