Rainy people
by Genevieve Coleman
Wet is the man who stands in the rain, biding his time
until he finds something better to do. His shoes almost
mistake themselves for the ocean as the man transforms
into a statue. Suddenly, minutes later, he looks over his
shoulder as if finding another soul in the monsoon could
make him any drier. He sees your face, despite your failed
espionage efforts to remain concealed behind a nearby
building. Starting toward you, he reaches into his infinite
pockets. He struggles for his object of interest, a vague
air of frustrated energy surrounding him. Finally extricating
it, the man continues to close the distance between you,
your fear of the stranger intensifying with each step.
Frozen in place, you give him a look that would be
comparable to that of Bambi faced with a hunter alone
in the woods. With only a few feet remaining, he proffers his pocket contents: a single, crumpled yellow rose. Without a word, he strolls off into the damp night.
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Jaded Dreamer/Optimist Realist
By Genevieve Coleman
I am a hopeless dreamer
And I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this might come as a shock, but
love belongs to everyone
is a lie
hatred always wins
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
realism
is more important than
denial
I tell you this:
once upon a time
people thought they could
just follow the normal cycle of life
going to college, falling in love,
finding a job that makes them want to get out of bed in the morning
having a family, creating their niche in the world, and that would be their legacy
But this will not be true in my era
tragedy hits and in a second
all your plans are eternally ruined
Experts in psychology tell me that
after monumental disaster
everyone throws their hands up in the air
giving up on everything they’ve ever known
I will not concede that
our childhood dreams of peace will reign
In a hundred years,
the cracks in the world
will turn into gaping holes
No longer can it be said that
people recover
because they believe that God can save them
or they can do something to extricate themselves from grief stricken lives
It will become evident that
among a crowd of people
I was the one who just couldn’t accept
the world the way it was
It is foolish to postulate that
dreams could be the new reality
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Optimist Realist
Dreams could be the new reality
It is foolish to postulate that
among a crowd of people
I was the one who just couldn’t accept
the world the way it was
It will become evident that
people recover
because they believe that God can save them
or they can do something to extricate themselves from grief stricken lives
No longer can it be said that
the cracks in the world
will turn into gaping holes
In a hundred years,
our childhood dreams of peace will reign
I will not concede that
after monumental disaster
everyone throws their hands up in the air
giving up on everything they’ve ever known
Experts in psychology tell me that
tragedy hits and in a second
all your plans are eternally ruined
But this will not be true in my era
once upon a time,
people thought they could
just follow the normal cycle of life
going to college, falling in love,
finding a job that makes them want to get out of bed in the morning
having a family, creating their niche in the world, and that would be their legacy
I tell you this:
denial
is more important than
realism
I have my priorities straight because
in 30 years, I will tell my children that
hatred always wins
is a lie
love belongs to everyone
I realize this might come as a shock, but
I can change the world
and I refuse to believe that
I am a hopeless dreamer
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