between a shiny rock
and a plain brown block
I stand when I
look
at you
I am going into shock
time rips at the
seams
please change what
seems
I want to peek back
but I cannot
in shackles and rage
at each tick tock
excruciating
to subdue
each beat for you
no freedom
except in, maybe, 1922
swap convenience for love
on the surface, nervous
inside, a dove
desperate
I am forbidden to run
waiting
like listening to glue falling
forced to waste time
lost seconds, misplaced diamonds
take me to make a movie
where this pulse is culture
and I won't be ridiculed
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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