My poem titled “Great Illusion”

life, Poem, Poetry, sad, truth, Uncategorized, Writing

There is this great illusion when you are a child
That everyone around you is good
But as you grow up and form your own opinions and values
You discover this is not the case
You dislike your uncle’s personality
Your grandmother’s changing temperament
You notice who cares and who doesn’t
You understand effort and your family’s unwillingness to put it in
You realize your parents are only human
That family gatherings are complex charades of complicated people
That birthdays are convoluted webs of hormonal tension
That holidays are uncomfortable occasions of mandated family time
That family time is something you’d wish to partake in alone
The eyes of a child are gentle ones
And once the illusion shatters
You’re left rubbing your eyes
For the rest of your life

-Collins

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my poem titled “Merry Christmas?”

christmas, holidays, Life, Poem, Poetry, truth, Writing

We open our hearts but once a year
To spread a preconceived notion of Christmas cheer
We fill up ourselves with good deeds and food
To patch bandages over the atrocious moods
That we have the other 364 days of the year
 
Nothing says I love you like expensive gifts
And the fact that now debt is the only thing that fits
Secret Santa swaps with 15 dollar limits
Are the perfect way to impress a co-worker you dislike in 5 minutes
Horde your money to spend it all for 1 day
 
Sing songs about helping the world and those in need
‘Cause now boxing day sales involve black belts in karate
Take your Christmas spirit and spread it from winter to summer
Because being a decent human being needs to be passed on to others
Emerge from your wrapping paper and think
 
-Collins

My poem titled “Fade”

Life, Poem, Poetry, sad, Uncategorized, Writing

I stand with one foot over the edge
And the other in a grave
One hand clasped in yours
And the other tries to misbehave
My eyes are skywards
But my heart is fearful
Dare I try to dream again?
My shattered ambitions are plentiful
The clouds rolls over your face
And my decision is made
This tug-o-war has to end
I have to let myself fade
 
-Collins