Submissions by 14barnfatherj

"The click of the pen begins,
the mending within pretends.

The child’s minds begin to wander,
neglected to run free on the thin brim of their sanity,
an inherited characteristic of humanity.

Expect children to be distant, vacant day dreamers because we are the dismissive displacements of our own crooked society.

chess pieces in your game,
loyal to our kings and as replaceable and expendable as a single pawn and left to all the blame."

i hope one day we can abide by our own rules and regulations where distractions are no longer frowned upon, disregarded, and labelled as “wasting time”. Ironic as that was the only time where i was actually using the time to expand my mind and to explore outside of the bind when the paper lied. I wanted to explore and not just be ignored or answered for if the number that i put for the answer was a little more, actually four. To find the wider picture which wasn’t forced upon me by giving me a book and telling me to read when all we want to do is lead, my own pathway instead of following the...

Good morning Jenn,
Those three words imprinted,
represented by a kiss on your fore head as i clamber into bed.

For a moment we feel free,
encapsulated in our morning tea,
we no longer needed to grieve because we were now relieved.

Those three words,
that moment no longer needed to be engraved in our minds,
we were now living those words like one, two, three.

Once a dreamer always a believer,
though she is the most articulate misconceiver of them all.

Left to only play the game,
the only game she has left,
the wonderful yet frustratingly indecisive game ever created.

Her walls are too tall for her to believe in rapunzel anymore,
leaving her little more than the dream of free fall.