Monday, November 23, 2015

The Monster, Inc. (Updated)


With a name like James P. Sullivan,
Big, blue giant I am.
Fur crammed with floating purple dots,
Two horns and an overbearing tail.
With a roar of a gorilla, stretching across all of Mars.
Scare those who run free.
Many may call me a monster.
Encounters with a planet that contains the lungs of children.
Which is my lands energy.


Check under my chestnut bed.
Close the doors.
Check inside my pink flowered print sheets.
Put on my eye-mask.
Check the bottom of my overflowing hamper.
Insert the earbuds.


Boo
Hey that’s my name
BOO! I am a scary monster
Your no monster, you my teddy bear
BOOOOO! ....  DON’T TOUCH ME!
Okay, now I scream, you bad


Ahh
Mom, Dad save me, monster here!
Eeeekkk
Why you have to be so mean Sully?
Noooo
Go away Sully, you no live in this world.
Wahhhh


The faces of children fill my inner mesh with pain.
I might be the cause of their nightmares but they have the toxic touch.
I am the big, blue giant.
I am expected to be the best.
I am the school jock, and the ultimate cool guy of every generation.
But my thoughts don’t measure my outer façade.
I believe the children matter.
And not just to be scared.





The Monster. Inc. (Original)


With a name like James P. Sullivan,
Big, blue giant I am.
With a roar of a gorilla, stretching across all of Mars.
Scare those who run free.
With encounters with a planet that contains the lungs of children.
Which is my lands energy.


Check under my light chestnut bed.
Close the doors.
Check inside my pink flowered print sheets.
Put on my eyemask.
Check the bottom of my overflowing hamper.
Insert the earbuds.


Ahhhh
Mom, Dad save me the monster is here!
Eeeekkk
Why do you have to be so mean Sully?
Noooo
Go away Sully, you dont live in this world.
Wahhhhh

The faces of children fill my inner mesh with pain.
I am the big, blue giant.
I am expected to be the best.
I believe the children matter.
And not just to be scared.

Monday, November 16, 2015

(Updated)


His fingers pull mine
As the fireworks explode.
On our year abroad.



Hands around my waist
My white dress swirling.
Gazing eyes close in on us. 



My screams shake the room
The child’s sound erupts.
Softening, he takes my hand.







(Original)



His fingers pull mine
As the fireworks shoot up
On our year abroad.



Hands around my waist
As the eyes close in on us
My white dress swirling



The screams from my mouth
Softening, he takes my hand
The child’s sound erupts



Wednesday, November 11, 2015


Questions


What do you need the most?

The sounds of the ocean…. 
The oceans waves…
The waves of sound…
The sound of laughter…
The laughter of tears….


Where do you need it?

Where the homes have roofs…
Where the roofs have windows…
Where there are windows to the sun…
Where the sun has a reflection…


When is the need there?

When the smiles lack teeth…
When the teeth lack substance…
When the substance has a host…
When the host has acceptance…
When the acceptance is permanent…


Why is the need so great?

The faces of the children…
The children pull on the parents…
The parents formation to adult…
The adult progression to cripple….


Are these the answers?