lostinmynotebook

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Forrest Gumping — May 11, 2018

Forrest Gumping

Give me chance to catchup

My heart is pounding

My legs are cramping

My breath is non -existent

I just need a second

That I’m not running

One moment when the world isn’t passing me by

A lapse in time

To stop the spinning of my mind

A break in the relentless pace of life

Feels like, if I stop,

I might fall flat

on my face this time

So I’m gonna try

my hardest to keep stride

Forrest Gump my way thru life

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Force 2 Soapbox — May 7, 2018

Force 2 Soapbox

Written by Destiny Bergeron

I’m gonna step away

From the path of my pen

Something has me on my soapbox again

So-called news lobbying

For the military industrial complex

Sound the horn and the war drummers start playing

Understand this .

our military reasons are never humanitarian

They are monetary

Every war in our lifetime

Was a lie

It’s just to make the right people more rich

If we cared about the world

Our government would

Stop selling bombs to countries

Oppress thier people

Even if they discount our oil

I’m done with the

Constant narrative

That we’re some kind of disciplinarian

And not the tirants, that we sell our bombs to

Our holy than thou antics

Are Grossly American

Insight…. Don’t follow the War drum

Force 2 Soapbox — April 15, 2018

Force 2 Soapbox

Written by Destiny Bergeron

I’m gonna step away

From the path of my pen

Something has me on my soapbox again

So-called news lobbying

For the military industrial complex

Sound the horn and the war drummers start playing

Understand this .

our military reasons are never humanitarian

They are monetary

Every war in our lifetime

Was a lie

It’s just to make the right people more rich

If we cared about the world

Our government would

Stop selling bombs to countries

Oppress thier people

Even if they discount our oil

I’m done with the

Constant narrative

That we’re some kind of disciplinarian

And not the tirants, that we sell our bombs to

Our holy than thou antics

Are Grossly American

Insight…. Don’t follow the War drum

Soapbox 2 — April 14, 2018

Soapbox 2

Written by Destiny Bergeron

I’m gonna step away

From the path of my pen

Something has me on my soapbox again

So-called news lobbying

For the military industrial complex

Sound the horn and the war drummers start playing

Understand this .

our military reasons are never humanitarian

They are monetary

Every war in our lifetime

Was a lie

It’s just to make the right people more rich

If we cared about the world

Our government would

Stop selling bombs to countries

Oppress thier people

Even if they discount our oil

I’m done with the

Constant narrative

That we’re some kind of disciplinarian

And not the tirants, that we sell our bombs to

Our holy than thou antics

Are Grossly American

Insight…. Don’t follow the War drum

Watery Eyes — April 8, 2018

Watery Eyes

Written by Destiny Bergeron 

So back to you and I

My notebook

Living rhyme for rhyme

Writing lines till my watery eyes

Start  to burn and I

have trouble seeing my own words

My comprehension is impaired

my flow is not

So I wipe the tired from my eyes

And realize it’s been a long time

Since I fell asleep with my notebook

By my side

I once gave everything to my poetry

Now I  pay bill and keep  myself

From going hungry

My notebook never left me

Just laid under my matrices quietly

Till the flow tidal waved

through me awakening

The poet in me

As the words rush in

I try my hardest to catch

 

A Line, metaphor, or word,

pull it onto this paper

Give them shelter

A place in this world

A chance to be heard

Peace of Winter  — April 7, 2018

Peace of Winter 

The day comes earlier

Birds fill the air

A chill is hanging on

To the back of the wind

As winter tries to linger

You see it’s defeat as the

Ground thaws beneath my feet

The need for mittens and hot chocolate deplete

As the sun steams whats left of winter off the streets

The trees start budding and the grass greens

The smell of the air becomes sweet

As a New Englander  I see

a sadness to winters defeat

knowing the peace it carries

The quiet snow is replaced with crashing rain and echoing thunder

The calm placid river rages full of winters leftovers

I wouldn’t be so happy

to let the peace of winter go

If i didn’t know it would return

We are locked in this endless cycle

Helpless as the world turns

No Time for Spell-check — March 22, 2018

No Time for Spell-check

can’t write right now

life is weighing me down

stretching me out

pulling me around

till im inside out

and twisted all about

i lost my way somehow

got turned around

now i dont know whats up or down

can’t trust my own since of direction

till i know which way north is

life just keeps pulling

and i keep bending

feels as if im gonna

snap to little bits

maybe i can pick up the pieces

and put myself together again

stronger than before

work on my foundation

make myself unbreakable

Words Pour — March 14, 2018

Words Pour

I feel it start to perspire

Damping the walls of my soul
Everything starts to sweat

My heart becomes cloudy
The flow builds up till it pours

seems like the rain last forever
I let it build till I’m

about to drownd in it
Till I’m mumbling rhymes

in my sleep
Till I’m  freestyling walking

down the street

 

when this pen is in my grip

My soul pours through it
Just like the rain pours from the clouds

No telling how hard it’s gonna rain

down
There is no radar for the soul tho

So I do my best to catch

the words as the pour

Time — March 3, 2018

Time

Written by Destiny Bergeron

It’s always ticking

Never slows or quickens

You think if you start running

You maybe able to get ahead of it

But it’s relentlessly constant

Closing in on your existence

It never sleeps will catch up

to you as you dream

Snatching you back to reality

like tic toc b@*#h it’s me

You could run your whole life

But everyone runs outta time

Nightmares of a Poet  — March 1, 2018

Nightmares of a Poet 

Written by Destiny Bergeron 

I’m sunbathing on the beach

The world crumbles under my feet

I start to see the will of humanity

get washed out by the sea

Tides pounding the cries of our ancestry

On my beach, the horizon is all I see

Or is it a tsunami

cuz, it seems to be

taking over the sky

Our planet doesn’t care

if we live or die

And it would be

smart to end our time

We are very selfish beings

That put wealth above

the ground we walk on

Billions of kinds of different life

has lived without destroying eachother or our planet

like we are doing

When the wave starts to black out the sun I wake up

Wondering if my dream

Is a warning of what’s to come

Maybe it’s a metaphor

for my own life

I wipe the tears from my eyes knowing the fear I felt

wasn’t only mine

What do you see

when you dream of mankind