Achromatic

He puts us in a box that we can't get out from
Frames us anyway that he likes
With every picture developed, realization draws closer
And our chances to escape become more and more narrow

Our world is his and he can mend it as he wants to
He willfully ignores the laws we set up on our own
He steps on all our prized possessions, knowing that they are needed
Far more than he is loved

But with a smile dressed in hope and eyes sparkling with naivety,
He tells us to cheese
And we laugh, making faces
Only to years later, envy the bird that got away.

Blue Slate

New day dawned and nostalgia awoke
Rain synchronized with the heaviness of my heart
The grass, playful like its visitors, concealed the mud I walked on
Her trick revealed with every squish

The swings ahead were as rusty as my memory
But the scent of steel fondly grasped my hands
I no longer cared that the seat was wet
No longer felt the concrete of body

Moving like a pendulum
My life was a damaged film for my mind to replay
Disturbing the audience with each unanswered question, with every missing scene
Desperation was nurtured, and I knew I wouldn't find the beginning of the roll
Just as I could never find the end of it

That morning,
Washed ashore at an unfamiliar playground,
I greeted the dreary sun feeling like a stray explorer.


-wk 1: exercise 1