The Bed: Haiku and Prose poem

The light from the sun

It wakes me up, but I’m stiff

I don’t want to move

As the days go by it gets harder for me to leave my bed. I want to stay in my warm blanket, whether it’s cold or hot. Especially on warm days, I find the sky as blue as I am. However I must move, for I have things to do. Beyond this room are buoyant voices that dance amongst the yellow and red leaves, which fly against the stale wind. Appealing music that is now prosaic, and a constant reminder of a lost nostalgia. The mothers and friends are all smiling, but it’s not a reflection of myself. The longer I am away from my bed, the sooner I want to go back into it. So I run back into the soft cave, and think of the leaves, the music, and the faces. The beauty beyond this bed waits to be found, but I don’t have a map to find them. I lay in my bed, and I feel stiff. I don’t want to move, but I must. I must move to find the map of what lies beyond this bed.

The Destination: a personal non-assignment poem.

The day is bright
A young man rises
Dressed up
In a loose white cotton shirt
Dark wash jeans
His favorite attire for the perfect day
He skips down his steps skips down the road
Earphones are in
His favorite song plays
The beat of his heart matching the beat of the music
The warmth of the sun hits his face
His face then meets the cool shade from the vivid green tree
His song gives distraction from the loud cars
He walks down farther
Fast walking shifts to rhythmic dancing
His feet feeling light
He approaches the book store
Finally reaching his destination

What's Your Word Blog

It’s 2:00PM, and my brother and I are removing our wisdom teeth. My heart was beating so fast, I feel like I can hear it in my ears. I don’t know what it’s going to be like when the dentist puts me under anesthesia, I hope nothing embarrassing happens. I’ve seen other people’s reaction to anesthesia while removing their wisdom teeth. Needless to say, I hope I don’t end up on the internet. I wonder if my brother is as apprehensive as I am, but the nurse wouldn’t allow me to see him before my procedure. My anxiety is now more intense, which goes with the pain of my mouth.

The procedure is finally over, and I stumble into my house with the help of my mother. She puts me to bed to rest. I hear a sound coming from the air, but it does not sound like her voice. I think it’s music. Perhaps she thought it would help put me to sleep. As I lay on my bed, I’m encompassed by comforting familiarity. The song, even through my clouded state, I can recognize. It’s “Suck it and See” by Arctic Monkeys, a band I’ve been experiencing. I don’t hear the words, but the music I can hear. Suddenly, I’m filled with overwhelming elation. This might be due to the anesthesia from the dentist, or maybe I’ve missed the beauty hidden from this treasure. But I can hear and feel the love that is permeated within the song. Even with no words, I can feel it. I couldn’t help but cry. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. Now I see why this band will forever be my favorite. My God this song! Without a doubt my favorite. For life. Forever in this clouded world.