Less Cage More Safety Net MAG

September 8, 2012
By Anonymous

On the days when I am afraid that my words
Will not be strong enough to blow out the candles
On my death day,
When I feel like a ghost just passing through this life,
When I feel my bones breaking
Under the crushing weight of inadequacy,
I leave behind marks however I can

I scrawl poetry on school-room desks
In permanent marker,
Knowing that word doesn't actually mean forever
But also knowing that's the closest anyone in this place
Will ever come to remembering me

I once pressed my fingertips into the drying cement
Trying to fill in the gaps of a crumbling staircase
That wasn't ready to give up yet,
So that anyone who climbed those stairs
And looked down would realize
That someone else felt like they'd never reach the top too,
But hardly anyone ever looks down

I took a knife out into the middle of the woods,
Went to the tallest tree I could find,
Carved my name into the trunk and scratched two parallel lines
Into the most arm-like branch I could find,
Like the metaphor would make me hurt less,
Like seeing something else with scars
Would make me feel less alone,
Like if I am broken then everything else must break too,

And I finally understand why you left,
The moon must get tired of only being able to shine
When the sun is feeling good about itself,
Maybe that's why she only comes out during the night,
And even then she is hardly ever all there,
Trying to look like less of a threat,

I am trying to be less cage and more safety net,
And I am just now realizing that
There is more than one way to catch someone
And Ive been doing it wrong all these years;
From now on I will try to hold my holes to your whole
And say, look how beautiful you are,
Feel free to shine whenever you want to



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on Nov. 10 2014 at 7:37 pm
monkeyluvs2write GOLD, Falls Church, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
“What man calls civilization always results in deserts. Man is never on the square – he uses up the fat and greenery of the earth. Each generation wastes a little more of the future with greed and lust for riches.” -- Don Marquis

The best poems in my opinion are the ones that introduce a new twist half way through the poem and the reader doesn't expect it, yet after reading it, the reader wonders, how come I didn't expect that. This is one of those poems.

on Nov. 10 2014 at 4:10 pm
SunshineLove BRONZE, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

Incredible. I know I'm going to be reading this again just to understand it more completely. Your gift for words is unique, thank you. 

on Jul. 12 2014 at 9:37 pm
eleutheromania SILVER, Thief River Falls, Minnesota
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This is really beautiful. The rhythm that this poem has is unique and it flows really well. The eloquence of your words allowed me to see the story as I read it, and that's the most amazing part of all good poetry.


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