Three Pieces of Writing

Main image for my “poetry book” (King Protea and a heart)

What’s the deal with this illustration? I drew it for the front cover of a poetry book about technology. I plan to self-publish, but I thought my poems weren’t good, free verse and… I would probably consider them more like prose…? With that, I shoved that project to the incomplete side. I started to think about it recently and the work I put into poems/prose and the illustrations, so I decided to share some.

Utensils

Please—

play with me.

You went away for so long.

Solitude became my command.

Don't you remember those video game quests you went on?

Or those smiles and tears we shared together?

They're still warm in my metallic veins.

Don't be scared of my exterior shell—

it might not be up to date.

Large parts of my tones and colors aren't flickering.

Plus, I'm still intact.

Clean me up, and everything will run fine.

Observations from the seat of my Gorilla Glass screen:

The ancestors of humans found an advanced world beyond the ocean.

As the waves raged on to pull them back,

they scurried to the untouched land dripping with raw materials,

grabbing, stripping, and ripping them apart to use in their

part of survival of the fittest until time was up! A new, close, relative compound was discovered!

Abandoning everything, they forgot and deepened their never-met needs.

We,

the abandoned ones,

will remain in vague places.

Until we are dug up and placed on display for kids to stare at us, scaring them with the struggle that past humans went through.

It can be a bit worse.

Thrown away,

forgotten.

Baby Steps

Ripped out of the placenta,

naked and vulnerable—

trembling in front of a pond,

the leafless brown forest engulfed itself into the earth.

My last life memories crumble,

Just like the life before that one.

Left alone with nothing.

First foot into the water.

No matter what solid mass my foot lands on or creature bites.

Happiness and pain,

feelings of life—

move on.

Beliefs of Creatures

Come on!

Walk faster!

I want to walk everywhere—

everywhere that my four legs can carry me.

I want to have the exotic senses of the city go through my small, button-black nose.

Senses that I couldn't find on the farm in Tennessee.

I want to see others who are like me.

Who walk on four legs, speak the same language and share the same hobbies as me.

Please, don't always leave me at home.

My life is too short—

only 11 years, genetics.

I want to leave my prints on the surface of the Earth.