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A GLASS OF WATER

I went to fill my glass

With water

(In a moment of a sigh)

 

the glass

slips out of my hand

(and hits and floor)

 

broken glass

is everywhere

(on the linoleum floor)

 

I stoop over to pick up

The broken pieces

As a tear falls from my eye

 

Why is picking up the pieces

 

Always so hard

 

To do

 

And my tears are no different

From the spilled water on the floor

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A POET

When I was young

I wrote poetry for my ego

– always about me and my miseries

 

When I matured

I wrote poetry for humanity

– speaking of love, experience and human needs

 

Now I am aged

I write poetry for necessity

– recording little things that have made me

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Bye Bye

Deep endless flows

From a place

Long forgotten

I am one without

A soul

Just anguish that’s left hidden

 

I am neither deep nor wide

I am ill defined

I am one’s old discarded good-bye

The one with no wants or will

No warmth or chills

I am stagnant in this place

 

And once a goodbye is said and done

Discarded to a sordid place

Neither heaven’s gate or hell’s fiery

Give my thoughts any resting-place

 

 

 

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A Collection of Poetry from Streetlife

 – By Jaene F. Castrillon

CRACKS
Walking by the cracks on the pavement
Under the dimly lit
streetlight waiting
For any car to give me refuge tonight
Heels tapping by the bronze plate
on Jarvis Street

People walking by glance at me ….
Am I trash on the street?
How does it feel to be different from me

While I wait
for my tricks
sitting here
a hooker
writing poetry

HUNGER
Isn’t it easy to judge me
on this
chilly humid night
Driving by in your
vehicles and luxury

I can’t afford your vehicles
and my pride is your luxury
My pitiful ego available at a price
why don’t you buy

a piece of me

With your luxury
So tonight I can eat
starve one less night
before
I sleep


RUNAWAY YOUTH
Goodnight
Sleep tight
I’m on the street tonight
but who cares about me
I’m cold and I cannot sleep

A beggar, a squeegie, a hooker, a nuisance
What do I aspire to be?
or is aspire too much of a luxury?

alive or dead
dreams are starving me
cause I am nothing but
a black spot on your routine

DO I KNOW YOU?
I broke a mirror once
Shattered
Shards
Scattered

on the bathroom floor

my
reflection
disordered
distorted
disfigured

broken like……………..

INSANITY PLEA
Lost
Misguided

deluded
in my own reality

I’m looking for something……

can
you
help
me

My cries and pleas
covered by

INSANITY

WHEN SHALL I WAKE
Hush little one don’t say a word and never mind
the voice you heard it’s daddy tucking you into
bed and kissing you on your sweet little forehead

Sun shines brightly through the window
She lies there unprotected
Golden rays of the sun caress her body
She is everything a child should be
sleeping peacefully
She stirs and hears the door
She smiles and pretends to sleep

He covers her, uncle jeff
A big rock pushes toward her there
It’s OK, she’s clothed not bare
He wears his usual sleeping clothes
his eyes I guess were closed
No it wasn’t really a rock

The pain engulfs-sunlight’s gone
She searches frantically for dawn
Is she dreaming

He’s gone

This child has died

When shall I ever wake

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UNNAMED NIGHT

Strolling down a drizzingly street

Maybe waiting

Maybe going somewhere

 

Sauntering slowly

Maybe hoping

Maybe wanting

Maybe

 

A street with no end

A road that goes anywhere

 

Maybe trying

Maybe not

Brooding fog and rain

To shield me in the night

Wanting nothing

Except

To go nowhere

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TRAVELLING MAN

Dark sunken features

Shadows etched in your

weary face

A drink for companion

         Smoke curling

 

In the air

 

Framing

 

Your traveling thoughts

Sit here and forget your sorrows

 

With me

 

Stranger traveling tonight

I don’t have anywhere to go

No appointments to make

Sit here and keep solace at bay

Let us drink for today

Smoke for tomorrow

And forget your traveling weary shadows

As my hand rests on yours

 

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Today

Today my daughter

            Lost that shine

Those wide gleaming eager eyes

 

That glistening shine

            Of childhood

That shows no fear, no lies

 

Today that shine

            Is dull and dim

And I can not explain why

 

Today my daughter

            Lost that shine

And a mother’s heart cries

 

 

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A GLASS OF WATER

I went to fill my glass With water (In a moment of a sigh)   the glass slips out...

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A POET

When I was young I wrote poetry for my ego – always about me and my miseries   When...

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Bye Bye

Deep endless flows From a place Long forgotten I am one without A soul Just anguish that’s...

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