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Oil and Blood

Posted: February 5, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

You were there

On your bike,

Curiously,

Watching your father work

Under the hood

Of a dark-blue mini-van.

You watched him wipe

                Sweat from his brow.

You watched him smear

                Oil on his face.

You gasped when

You saw the wrench slip.

A large cut opened

On his hand.

You felt proud when

He didn’t even flinch,

And he wiped the blood away

                With an old, dirty rag

From his back pocket.

                Starry-eyed,

You were amazed

By his strength and determination.

And so

You continued to watch,

And he

Continued to work.

Now,

Here you are

A young adult

And you work

Carrying bricks for your mother

So she can place them around the flowers.

And you trip

Landing flat on your belly

Scuffing your palms

And cutting your knee.

You don’t flinch

You wipe the blood away

And rise again.

                You feel him

In your muscles

                In your bones

Giving you the strength to go on.

Now,

You’re working together

And it shall continue that way,

Forever

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Valentine…

Posted: February 5, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Valentine

Spilled on my desk

Are colors of red, pink, and violet.

A pencil skates across the heart-shaped card.

“Roses are red…

Violets are blue…”

Too cliché for what I feel for  you.

“Be my Valentine?”

Too simple, too short.

There’s not enough emotion.

My mind races as I scramble for words.

My eyes dart back and forth

                From the card

                                To my pencil.

Desperate for something to say.

Love is a funny thing.

A real mystery to me.

I cannot express myself enough

Through just words alone.

                Can I?

I scribble down one thing.

Glad to have thought of something at last.

                It’s not too much.

                                Nor too little.

It’s just enough.

As I raise the card for one last view.

All that’s wrote is

I love you…

Roller Skating: To-Do List

Posted: February 4, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia
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Strap on skates

Place protective gear

Skate through the house

Get a can of Coke

            To drink while I’m out

Jump off outdoor steps

            Land safely on the ground

Skate across gravel

Dodge a car coming down the road

Skate up the hill

            And back down again.

This time on one foot

Stumble over rock

            One bloody elbow

Wash wound with soap

            And warm water.

Place bandage

Go back out again

Swivel and evade holes in road

Jump over stray sticks

Crouch down low

            To gain speed

Then round off at the last minute

            Just about fell into the creek

Have fun all day

            Not a care in the world

 Virginia, when you come in, don’t forget:

Do your homework

Feed the fish

Take a shower

Go to bed

My Room 12:00 AM

Posted: February 4, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia
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I just finished typing my Senior Project research paper, and I’m feeling great. It didn’t take me nearly as long as I thought it would. Actually, it was fairly easy. Anyway, I wrote this poem earlier in the year, and it is one of my favorites. I thought I’d share it. And yes, I do have wind chimes in my room. They are hanging from the ceiling. 

My Room: 12:00 A.M.

Midnight is

Black cat

A bed

A teddy bear

Red and fluffy

Sits in the corner

Wind chimes

Enchanting to the ears

A mirror

Silver

Reflecting the shadows

            Outside

            Dewey grass

            A solitary cricket

And in

On a rainy spring night

You

Watching over me

Feeling my emotions

Peering into my soul

The velvet rose

That ascends up the lattice

The shadowed dark

Consuming all in its wake

Where I’m From…

Posted: January 31, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Where I’m From

I am from the lizard

scampering on the back porch.

From the toad hopping sluggishly

in the cool grass of the front yard.

I am from Saturday morning cartoons

and buttery scrambled eggs and a jelly biscuit.

I am from weekends at Grandma’s

and the sugar cookies Grandpa and I made.

I am from beautiful Southern West Virginia

the only state that feels like home.

I am from the tilled dirt of the garden

and the pickle jar in the fridge.

I’m from hamburgers on the grill in the summer and

home-made vegetable soup in the winter.

I am from the pages of a sketchbook

and a tray of water color paint.

I’m from the shavings of an eraser

and a bar of dark blue clay.

I’m from the charcoal flames of a long, majestic dragon

and the shaded eyes of a furry, cunning fox.

I am from the gentle strokes of a paintbrush

and the lines of ashen graphite rain.

I am from a hard-working mother

and a father I lost long ago.

I’m from sharing a room with my brother

to a sister I don’t really know.

I’m from a lost history book

Whispers in the dark.

I’m from an origin of mystery

of words hardly spoken.

So I cried

Posted: January 31, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Dad

So I cried

Lost forever in this world

Why did you have to leave?

Why did you have to go?

You know I can’t make it in this world without you.

Why is the atmosphere suddenly cold?

The chill pulls at my heart,

And breaks it up inside.

I thought you’d live forever,

But I was wrong.

So I cried.

I feel empty now.

Nothing can fill that void.

What makes it worse.

Is that,

I never got to say goodbye,

So I’m lying here like a forgotten toy.

I wanted you to see me graduate.

I wanted you to see me grow

,But now you’re gone, and I’m all alone.

“Perk up,” I tell myself. “He’s still watching me now.”

I know you’re up there,

And I know you see me.

I hope that I make you proud.

About Time Somebody Told Me…

Posted: January 31, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia
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Time Somebody Told me

How I looked for so long

that I carried my loneliness

so heavily on my shoulders

That I was pushing further away.

Time Somebody Told me

that my eyes were so bright

How I could light up the room

with just one smile.

How they haven’t seen me smile in so long.

Two years of depression can do

a lot to one’s soul.

Time Somebody Told me

How good I could make them feel

That I was necessary to go on.

How our friendship would last forever,

and nothing will ever go wrong.

It was about time somebody told me!

So I could quit living amongst the dead.

So I could wake up

start anew

start fresh

see how each new day is

full of wonder and hope.

That I should keep on living

That you would make your father proud…

It was time somebody told me…