Posts tagged hannah raulston
Posts tagged hannah raulston
In the early hours
Of a fledgling day,
When the veil of
Fatigue and exhaustion
Overcomes my mental state,
My mind begins to travel
To far off places;
Imagining far off spaces.
When my eyelids droop,
I paint their backs
Like a blank canvas,
Gleaming fresh with
Bright paint and bold colors,
Mirroring the image
Of my mind’s eye.
My inspiration come to life.
Creativity flows
In the dewy morning hours
When all motivation
To pursue said inspiration
Is fleeting with the shadows.
A cruel fate bestowed
Upon those newborn ideas:
To be created, then forgotten
Due to a hazy mental state.
The Inventor, myself, though
Loses out, as well.
That moment of brilliance lost,
Leaving me with simple thoughts.
Leaving me ordinary.
Leaving me exhausted.
Leaving that brilliance lost.
It says who I am in just six little letters, or rather three, that can be arranged forwards and backwards and always read the same. To a historical encyclopedia, it means that I’m colorful and full of grace in some random lost language. To society it means that I’m crazy and spontaneous. To my…
The Man in the Moon
Is a face so familiar;
A frown at first,
A smile later.
But if watched
For many moments passed,
His eyes slightly shift,
His mouth stirs slow.
He speaks a forgotten language
Of wisdom filled words.
“Hear me!” he cries.
In a loud bellow he yells,
“You will have many loves,
And dream many dreams,
But keep in perspective
The true meaning of things.”
And with his departing words
Full in the air,
His face becomes a sliver
And then, poof!
Not there.
Sitting alone, isolated,
Reliving the game before.
Hearing voices
Screaming sharp, static words.
“Do better.
Be better.
Get. Better.”
They ring again and again,
Echoing, penetrating, breaking.
“Yes, Coach.
Thank you, Coach.
I’m working on it, Coach.”
My mistakes are the creators
Of the words that I despise:
“Do better.
Be better.
Get. Better.”
“Yes, Coach.
Thank you, Coach.
I’m working on it, Coach.”
The mumbled words
Are clear and definite to my ear.
I see the disappointment
Crawl along the brow.
Every “COME ON!”
Or distinguished harsh growl;
All the time it’s “Unacceptable!”
Soon followed by the always constant
“Do better.
Be better.
Get. Better.”
“Yes, Coach.
Thank you, Coach.
I’m working on it, Coach.”
Every time, pushed deeper,
Echoing louder,
Seeming clearer.
I soon think that “Better” is unattainable.
I think if I try and try
And still need to try harder,
I can never do better, be better, or get better.
Then I remember that I stepped up
In the time of need.
I could have just as easily
Hung my head and walk away.
I do my absolute best.
I become better each game.
I am getting better all the time.
I’ve come this far…
My legacy will not be forgotten!
