Author's Note:

A very special thanks to Laura Elizabeth, Maddi, and Lucy Anne for commenting on the first poem. Let's see if these are any good xD

- These are not happy, sunshiney and warm-fuzzy feeling poems, just to clarify. They're more of a resentful or regretful tone, some drawing from bits and pieces of real life or other characters I've written about. Take each with your own grains of salt, all here for your own enjoyment.

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Atlas Thought- Part One

(Mainly narrative poems, short to mid-length)

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1- A Question for Yourself from Yourself
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Let me ask of you
to think for a moment
lest you forget it.
That it was not I
who brought you here.

And I can niether claim
to know
or to think that I may know
lest I should find that
I know less than
what I had thought
I had known.

Maybe you and I are here
for the same and whole
purpose.

Maybe what brought you here
was not what brought me here
yet we are both here.

So let me ask of you,

What would you ask if you could recieve an answer?

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2- What He Said
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He asked me why I had yet to learn to fly.
I explained that
I am human
and that while the afterlife had granted him wings,
things here had not changed for me.

He smirked at me,
calling out that excuses were a poor compensation
for my own refusal to acknowledge fear.
Fear was everywhere and even I
could not escape it.
He too remembered some scraps of soot-dusted
fear from the years ago where we spent our days
wondering what would become of the world
where blocks of houses could be erased
at the push of a button.

And yet now,
things continued to move at their own
set pace,
a stagnant river thick with roots and loam.
Nothing much ever did happen here.
He asked few questions about home.
There wasn't so much to say,
after all.

So then I began to ask him
what paradise was like,
if that was the place he had gone to.
It seemed that life was over-rated,
yet heaven was everything anyone could ever wish for.
So he began to tire of it.

That's why he came back to visit so soon,
so he said.
If one could manage to capture the whisper of a cloud,
the essence of pureed rainbow in a bursting mason jar,
the laughing of a river in a Ziplock bag,
and the joy pressed out of a ray of sun,
I might begin to understand how it felt
when a leaf fell to the ground in heaven.
So he tells me.

Then he asks me
what of my home and the people he'd left behind.
I said his sister was fine,
the community had done it's part to look after her
and her children.
After all, it was the only family
that had really cared about him.
No matter how much I tried,
I understood that I could not compensate
the lack of support and guidance
with understanding, my prescence and
a scorched batch of cakes.

Forgive me for not being there that day,
I said,
because I know things would have been different
had I not said the things I did.

He laughed.
He pointed out that even if we wanted to debate
whether God existed or not,
there was something out there that kept this universe
in motion
and that decided what was to be
and what was not to be.

And I was reminded.
I understand now
that you were too good for this world,
that you were not ever mine to lose or gain
or try and save.
You were too good for this world,
too kind-hearted,
too understanding of how it made its way
and took anyone for granted.
Yes, I understand.

I understand now that you were too good for this world
and so,
you left it.

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3- Rabbit's Lullaby
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Dear Pigeon,
it's been a while hasn't it?
I wonder if you even remember my name.
I remember yours.
Tell me,
did you forget even that when you left
and got lost
without telling anyone
to go looking for yourself?
Maybe I could blame myself.
Or him.
But it's really no one's fault is it?

Who can I blame for you growing up to become this way?
Spare the rod,
spoil the child.
You weren't spared either.
I wasn't spared the light of day.
So tell me how you still found the ability
to listen to other's mediocre problems
while you still dealt with the fact
that there was something terribly wrong with you
and wrong with me.
And you understood
that it would cost one of us
to save one of us.

I guess you didn't want me to pay that price.
But all that doesn't matter.
I just want to know you're safe.
Away from those red eyes and obligations,
simple and expected gratifications.
Perhaps we should try living for a change.

Or is it that you really believe that
everything will get better,
like you always say?
Maybe you've realized that
misery loves company
but will take whatever form of love it can get.
Perhaps you think that
you were the source of all this misery
and that by leaving this way,
it would be easier on everyone.

Liar.
Even if it was your fault,
I couldn't give less of a d-
No.
I won't say it.
You've hammered those bad habits
out of me with tears and your own
swearing and fists.

So just close your eyes,
and go to sleep
because tomorrow might be good for something.
And I'll keep them away,
those terrible nightmares you have
when you actually dream
those rare handful of times that happen
once or twice a year.
I'll chase my demons out of that mirror and
I'll promise to listen to you ramble.

Ramble until you tire out and feel guilty
for being human and then go
lend your advice and ears to someone else's troubles.
Tell me, am I not good enough to stay behind for?
Well it doesn't matter.

Tell me,
when you find an answer to life
and it's questions,
come back and tell me.
So that maybe I can find a way to save people
like you do,
but I don't want to crumble the way you do.
I've got my own self-destructive
ways of doing that.

But just rest tonight.
And go to sleep.
And remember this rabbit
only says what he means.

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- Any further ideas for new topics? I'd love to hear your thoughts since these are some of my first poems. I thought I'd put my best foot forward :L