Stolen Lines Poem

“Cash, I presume?”

He knows how little I have.

I wasn’t in on the joke

Willy: Charley, I’m strapped, I’m strapped. I don’t know what to do. I was just fired.

Confusion distorts the face

“He never told us that.”

Later, times get tougher

Options run out

“No, I found her in the house.”

I watch a man burning his own house

And a man struck down by a car.

Charley: It was a very nice funeral.

Lines:

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller Pages 97 and 136

Poetspeak by Janeczko Pages 1 and 104

You Come Too by Robert Frost Pages 51 and 74

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides Pages 147 and 231 

-Myk

Home

what makes me feel like I'm Home...

Watching the sunset becoming a beautiful sight of stars.

Sitting in the cold rain just feeling each drop fall on me.

Summer sun rays shining on me after getting out of the pool.

Music blasting or playing very quietly in my ear consuming every bit of sound.

Meaningful poems that hit with every bit of emotion at once.

Every small thing means the world to me.

Everything means Home to me.

Christmas

Every year for Christmas we have certain traditions that we follow at my grandparents’ house. It always lasts pretty much the entire day, we eat lunch and supper at her house. When opening presents the order is always youngest to oldest, and loops back around once everyone has opened their first present. We also have gift exchanges, where everyone gets someone else a gift. After opening presents, my grandma will bring down a basket of miscellaneous items. Everyone’s name is called and each person gets to pick something from the basket. It will range from utility items to cheap toys she found for a dollar or two. It’s a lot of fun seeing all of the little trinkets she bought for the family that year. Everyone always brings a dish for the Christmas dinner, and leftovers are had for supper. The celebration always lasts into the night, until everyone has slowly trickled out of their house. The next day we go to visit our grandparents who live in Fremont, which is a much smaller and more casual celebration.

-Myk