some rough drafts are permanent

some rough drafts are permanent

A Poem by frankie sanchez

We talk to each other the same way propellers talk to the sky

and we look a lot like high divers hitting the water
when we apologize for not listening with the accuracy of sonar.

With our fingers crossed - reluctant -
we keep thinking that tomorrow will keep us planted,
hoping that our local roots won’t lead to a downward spiral.

We have lived in glass houses, slept in metal beds,
watched nuclear families love each other to shreds
and we’ve shielded ourselves from the monsters hidden under our beds
not knowing that they would grow comfortable enough with us
to ask for piggyback rides.

© 2011 frankie sanchez

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the thought is chilling because it's stitched all tooo real into the comforters that trap us~

Posted 12 Years Ago

For some reason I can't help but think about WWII and what is has happened in Japan right now........why is this? Wonderful piece btw

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on April 11, 2011
Last Updated on April 11, 2011


frankie sanchez
frankie sanchez

Los Angeles, CA

I don't ever wanna be a lost boy. I wanna grow up like a good bedtime story with morals and purpose, I wanna have meaning. more..


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