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[timothyphillips]

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[wnq-writers]

…and every poem was supposed to be about you

-Lori Jenessa Nelson

[sunlight-serenity]

He'll make me want to write wrongs instead of poetry.

I remember once, that I'd stayed up with my best friend from church. He was beautiful, he had the fairest skin. It was almost so fair that I pretended sometimes that if I pinched him gently, he'd just pop into clouds and float up to heaven, I didn't want to pop him though. I remember he used to protect me, I would be picked on for being the smallest. He was older and stronger and not as innocent and doe eyed as I was. We'd found a deer once in the woods, it was struggling. A predatory animal had gotten to it before we did, he tore his neck and it was beyond repair. My reaction was to cry and hold it, not caring about the crimson that stained the cheeks my tears had touched. His reaction? "Go over there, stand behind that tree and wait for me. If you come out, I swear I'll punch you in the nose". I cried a little bit more and argued and he threw his arm back as if to warn me, I obeyed; He took out his knife and just like what we were trained to do, got to work. When he was finished giving it back to the earth he came and saw my tears. He wiped them, kissed me and went to pick my bike up and walked back to me, he held my hand there for a while. He stayed the night with me that night, it was the first time I'd known love in the physical form. After 5 years of loving him, we moved away, I haven't heard from him since. I learned that love protects what is dear to the heart in many different ways.

I remember once that there was a boy I played games with, mostly basketball. I was better at it than he was and it really made him angry. He didn't like how I would stand when I would shoot the ball "You stand like a faggot", I didn't know what that was until then. I remember he would show up at my house very early in the morning. I'd see the sun peeking up over the horizon in my squeaky top bunk and be awoken by the sounds of his knocks. "Why don't you set a clock, stop being such a baby". That happened about once every day, we were very much like clockwork. One day we'd been playing basketball, like usual, I won. He was trying out for the basketball team and you could tell from his shaking brow that his anger was at a peak. I was just coming into my own, learning what it was to show affection. He'd hit me when he would praise me, wouldn't it show the same thing if I did it back? I hit him with something and it stung him. "Do it again and I'll push you down". I did it, I'd broken my wrist and laid in the fetal position until my grandmother heard my weak cries. He came to see me later, he apologized and said he didn't mean to really hurt me. He got so close, I thought I'd find another boys lips, his older as well. He cried and hugged me and said he didn't want to be like his father. I learned then that love is sometimes painful and sometimes you learn from the end results.

I remember once when I was really small. I learned that love is blind and that you should be able to love as hard and as strongly as humanly possible, because in the end that's all anyone will ever have, or not have. She, even if she didn't mean to, sent me a subliminal message. Like the book/movie Matilda "When a person is bad, that person deserves to be punished". She instilled in me, that no matter who you love, you deserve to love them unconditionally and hard because they are someone who is meant to be for you. Someone who was made for you, something so pointed that it was ordained by the heavens above. This person, for better or for worse is made for you and only you and you were made to love them, she gave me that and I could kiss her hand a million times because of my appreciation for that statement. I learned that day that love is without prejudice. That it is your life, regardless of any book, any scripture or any prose' bias. You're blind in the eyes of love and that is one of the most beautiful things about us. I learned that love is so pure that with one simple word you can make a nation rise, tides churn and make two hands one.

I remember once, my mother came to me whilst I was sleeping. I remember that she was the most beautiful and kind creature to me on the planet at that time, nothing could steal the spark in my eye for her. She grazed my hair with her fingers and brushed a few hairs out of my face. "I love you". I said I loved her back. She said that she was finally better, that she missed me. She said she loved me more than the stars and the planets and the suns, she loved me to the moon and back. I remember my doe eyes. She'd told me that since she was better that I should ask her mother to give her money to get on with. I remember crying when she left, I remember handing her the money and guilt washing over me, leaving a thunderstorm behind; rain falling from my eyes. I learned then that love is deceptive and that some people don't deserve it but the human condition is to love hard and sometimes it puts you in the hardest places but your sacrifices are well worth the reward.

I remember once, having a bad dream about someone who reminded me of my mother. She was so young and so spirited. A teenager in the eyes of society and in the eyes of the ones above. She used to play with me when no one else would, she'd help me clean up my toys and fix my clothes when they'd become matted or wrinkly. Once when I was at the age of 7, she was laying down with me. She started abruptly shaking, I cried, it was painful to see. I remember a rush of slamming doors, me being carried out and away from seeing what happened. I remember her eyes, white as the snow banks on a winters morning. I remember being older and not seeing her much but still loving her just the same. I remember gazing at her and thinking about what it would be like for her to be my mother, she would stay. I knew she would. Once I recall, I held her hand and whispered to her "I love you and I will always be your Bubbles". I remember coming home years later. My grandmother sitting down fiddling with her hands, as she's my mother figuratively I got the same thing from her. We were either nervous or scared when we fiddled with our hands. She told me that my aunt had drowned in a bathtub, that it was caused by a seizure and that if I needed to talk that she would listen. I didn't, I held it all in. I learned that day that love can sometimes disappear and you just have to wipe the tears on your face and live on with the beautiful memories of something you held dear. That sometimes, bad things happen and that you have to push on and even though it hurts you in one way no human can ever really describe, scars you even. That you still have the warmth of their love surrounding you and that that is the hand that will help you to your feet again. I learned that love is something that can make you write poetry instead of song. That love is beautiful and love should never be challenged or sacrificed. That love is universal and without measure and love in itself is like a mathematical slice of Pi because it is infinite.

In my 20 years I've learned that love is fleeting and that you should treasure the moment. I've learned that love protects what is dear to the heart in many different ways. I've learned that love is sometimes painful and sometimes you have to learn from the end results. I've learned that love is without prejudice. That it is your life, regardless of any book, any scripture or any prose' bias. I've learned that you're blind in the eyes of love and that is one of the most beautiful things about us. I've learned that love is so pure that with one simple word you can make a nation rise, tides churn and make two hands one. I've learned that love is deceptive and that some people don't deserve it but the human condition is to love hard and sometimes it puts you in the hardest places but your sacrifices are well worth the reward. I've learned that love can sometimes disappear and you just have to wipe the tears on your face and live on with the beautiful memories of something you held dear. That sometimes, bad things happen and that you have to push on and even though it hurts you in one way no human can ever really describe, scars you even. That you still have the warmth of their love surrounding you and that that is the hand that will help you to your feet again. I've learned that love is something that can make you write poetry instead of song. I've learned that love is beautiful and that love should never be sacrificed. That love is universal and without measure and love in itself is like a mathematical slice of Pi because it is infinite. In my 20 years, I've learned more than enough to see that love is a universal right.

[enlightenthepeople]

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Walking down the street, same old routine.  Getting a little sunshine, before I go to work.

I watch my feet, "left-right-left..."  I think to myself, trying to keep my mind off other things...

My eyes shift upward, naturally my glance follows.  I spot you a couple meters ahead, walking in the opposite direction, shoulders cringed upward - An attempt to hold in your stress.  You get closer and closer, then finally say something...

"Uh-hey.. "  Awkwardly, like you owe me something.  I disregard that thought, and smile politely..  "Hey.."

We both stop walking.  Facing each other on the sidewalk, our shoulder blades in-sync.

"You know, I didn't mean what I said...  Right?"  You say ever so gently, no aggression in your tone. 

I take a moment to embrace the atmosphere, breathe in deep..  "Yeah, I know..  I guess I just expected things to go a little, well - smoother.."  Knowing my words probably sounded so blank.