"Simple Words"
Some days are good Others are the worst Some days I want to drift off to sleep And never wake up Others I want to simply exist
I was born to be special
But don’t we all think that
Some days the walls close in on me
The air in my lungs turns cold
Constricting and restraining
Other days my mind races through a myriad
Of pointless possibilities
Tears fall off rosy cheeks
Innocence is beaten to indifference
Mustering courage
Seems like mourning catastrophes
But some days a catastrophe
Is a minuscule misstep in disguise
Why is the weight of the world
Always on my shoulders
Did I put it there?
Or did this so called God
That I am chastised for not loving?
Words often times fail me
Or maybe I just fail them
Either way I never
Really know what to say
Stuttering through life
Words trapped in throats
That rest there until they rot
Beauty is pain
But there is grief in
Everything that is beautiful
“Pretty” is a simple word
But pin it on a person
And it seems to wither
Away until it has no meaning
The person withers too
It is a tantalizing dance, this life
Teetering on an abyss
Between success and defeat
Between solitude and amity
Between failure and future
But maybe in the end
We are all defeated
And maybe only in failure
Do we find what we
Were looking for all along.
"A Price for Forgiveness"
Put a price on it
Label your repentance
With a dollar sign
Stick a sign in the window
Let the consumers in
Let them pay for your culpability
Your knickknacks made of negligence
Your porcelain made of penitence
Sell them to the highest bidder
Wrap your remorse in newspaper
Load your laxity into the
car of a charismatic customer
Mask your contempt
With delectable wares
Forged from false forgiveness
You exchange your responsibility
For cheap exoneration
Making fortunes from fortitude
Take stock of your owed apologies
But don’t worry if they’re sold out
You’ll most certainly get more
An amend does not
Have to be an Achilles heel
It can be a rehabilitation
For razed relationships
Do not sell your sorrows
Short of what they are worth
A dime a dozen
Does not do well for
A penny for your penance
A restitution is not a debt
But perhaps for you
A dollar made is more
Valuable than a
Stagnant satisfaction or
A price for forgiveness
Words by Gwenyth.
Photo by Eva.
