Zoic: Poetry Submissions by SH
June 7, 2018
“What Could Have Been”
On the floor
I sit alone
In an attic of forgotten pasts
And lost futures.
Your shirt against my skin
Flashes of our days and nights.
The brutal war
Our heartless fights
Until at last
a ceasefire
Wildly deafening silent screams
The madness of our fallen world.
A parting gift
One word:
Forget
But in the end,
all I am
is broken.
“If Only…”
My eyes were opened the day I met you
Your gentle smile
Your easy laughter
No wonder everyone liked you
I stood up a little straighter
When you walked into the room
Constantly turning around
To see if you were looking too
If only you had felt my heart flutter
My thoughts race
My hands shake
But you never felt what I felt
I have dreams of us together
Where you say those three words
I’ve lived the moment in my head
Rehearsed what we’ll never say
But your eyes shined
When she walked into the room
I saw you constantly fix your hair
Hoping she’d notice
You suddenly had everything in common
You wore your best sneakers
Listened to her favorite music
I know your world revolves around her
So I sit in class a little straighter
I turn around to look at you
But unlike you, she noticed
And now all she sees is you
“What’s Best for You”
They say you know what’s best for you
But if that were true
There’d be ten different versions of me
Facedown in a ditch on the side of a road
And if I wasn’t
You could guarantee that I’d have fallen
From that thirty foot tree
Or walked in front of a speeding car
On the way to go see
A tiny dog
If I somehow wasn’t facedown, fallen, or flattened
I’d probably still be lost in the woods
Getting chased by a bear
Who wanted to sit in my chair
Or I’d have drowned in a duck pond
Trying to reclaim my sandwich
That had so rudely been stolen
By those loud quacking goblins
But thankfully you had enough sense to save me
From being facedown, flattened, fallen, eaten, or drowned
Probably on multiple occasions
They say you know what’s best for you
And quite clearly
That is you