Moments

By Jade

These "Moments" aren't really poems, because they have no structure at all. But they definitely aren't stories, they have no plots. They only capture a feeling or situation, a "moment" in time...

An Old Woman

She was once beautiful.
She had many friends.
She had many suitors.

Now she has grown old.
Her friends have all died,
And age turned away her suitors.

She will live the rest of her long, slow life alone in her memories.

Bleeding Away Pain

He sits alone with the small knife in his hand.
He sharpened it very carefully.

They call him "faggot" and "pansy".
They beat him after school.
They steal his books and paint on his locker.

He makes a cut on his arm
Fresh and pink next to the healing, older lines.
It doesn’t really hurt that much, he thinks.
He watches his pain leak out
As a dark red liquid.
It’s really kind of pretty, he thinks.
When the bleeding stops,
He is calmer—not happy, but no longer in anguish.
He stands up
And picks out a long-sleeved shirt to wear tomorrow.

A Teenager

Fourteen years old
Skinny
Single
Unpopular, at least in her eyes.

All she wants is
a boyfriend,
to be admired,
to be part of the "in crowd"…
All those things that suddenly seem vital in high school.

But she remains
Skinny
Single
Unpopular

Anorexia Nervosa

An insistent ache
Gnaws at her stomach
From weeks of starvation
And meals that would leave a mouse unsatisfied.

It makes her proud, that ache
Proud of her strength and determination.
Soon, she tells herself,
I will be thin.

Searching in Vain

I look for love,
Searching for it every time I meet a man.
While I pretend not to notice
The love I already feel
For a woman.


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