Plackout Boetry

Look, life is hard. Life is not the Grand Canyon because I'd be afraid to look around us.

Flowers Aren't Always Pretty

This is for the kids that are stepping on throats.
And for the kids that are suffocating underneath something they believe is bigger than themselves.

 

This is for you.

This is for the stubborn kids with the broken family's because I never knew what to say to you, Mason.  "I'm sorry" never seemed enough.

This is for my sister, Mckenzie.  I want you to read this when I'm gone because yesterday you told me "you can't wait for me to leave" and that put another mark on my wall of shame.  I think that's 7 now.

This is for the killers and the stoners, because I know who you are, and I never wanted to be like you.

This is for the kids that are pressed deeper and deeper into the depths of addiction. For the ones that can't support a family, and for the ones that won't serve missions.

This is for the poppers because you're living red, orange, green, blue, and purple
and all I'll ever be is a fading grey.

This is for my homies because our tears have ran down our faces more than once.  Our tears that desperately needed a home inside each others hearts.  This is for the laughs, because Colt 45 never gets old.

But... This is mainly for me.  Because I think I found myself in the last 2 months. Crushed dreams and a distorted perspective became a wall of solid gold. I changed my aim from the stars to the horizon and I've ran like hell ever since. 

This is for the little boy that never wanted to be an astronaut,
and for the kid that got cut his senior year.

This is for me.





- Trevor Powers

A Hot Knife on a Sunny Day

Read This, Coach

Coach,

I'm fighting the urge to say "F*** you", but I'm preparing to serve a mission I'm too scared to say it.
I want too, because I want you to take me seriously. 

I want you to know that I'm still bitter.  You killed my only ambition of what I wanted to be.

I'll never forget that feeling in my stomach when you told me "Sorry, kid. It's a No."

I never thought it would hurt this much.

Countless Hugs and Crushed Friendships followed by Tears and Tears and Tears.
"I'm sorry" became repetitive, and "You're a good kid" became monotonous.

I'll never forget what you did to me, Coach.  Just because I'm "broken" doesn't mean I don't have a heart.

F*** you.

You took the light away from my eyes and turned it into my worst nightmare. 
And it came true. 
And It Came True.

I'm stuck living on this planet, and praying that someday I'll wake up and escape this vortex.

This may be just a game to you, but to me this is a family.

Give me one more chance, Coach. I'll do anything to smell that fresh cut grass again. 



- Trevor Powers

The Kiss Of Death

There's a pond at the end of the Earth that borderlines Hell.  A swampy pond, with toxic bubbles and smells of death.  Grabbing and terrorizing like a Venus Fly Trap.  Sinking and suffocating like quicksand. 

This Poisonous Pond is a murderer of millions.
But, it is possible to survive.  Trust me, I know.

Sometimes life drops you in the middle of this venomous pit and tells you to "swim". 

12 days ago, you opened your heart and allowed me to look inside. Telling me stories of why you're countenance is filling with toxic waste.
Explaining why you're ready to give up, Why you're ready to swallow Death.

With tears in my eyes and a broken soul, I opened my heart and showed you the remains of MY toxic waste. 
Telling you "there is a way out".  Begging you to not leave with the Dark Angel.

Because there are people like us out here.  Survivors. 

Give me your heart, and I will save you.

Don't get the wrong idea that this post is about death, because it's not.




- Trevor Powers

Moons and Moons... and Moons

I'm thinking about you because you're 73.46% Hydrogen and the center of this universe.

But time slipped through our hands, and you just killed Earth.  You killed the dreamer who imagined you.

I spent a year trying to Remember THAT Dream, but I never could figure out how the pieces fit together.

I loved what the Sun had to offer until I realized the Moon is Perfect.

The Moon is perfect because it sparks the nights that we remember.

The Moon was out that night we sat on the bench by the pond and held hands.   We watched the light glimmer across the water into a line as straight as Cupid's arrow.

The Moon was out that night we went up the canyon and sat in the same chair.  We watched the flames illuminate the fire into a dream that looked a lot like heaven.

Pink Floyd was incoherent when they tagged "The Dark Side Of The Moon" because there is no dark side of You.

Because You, are Perfect.



- Trevor Powers


P.S.  I know I told you it's open for interpretation, but the moon is what I'm looking at. (#41)

Out with the Old, In with the New

I wanna have those feelings again, the ones I have in my dreams. The ones where I wake up in a cold sweat cause I'm feeling so alive.

But these walls are closing in, and my heart just dropped through the trap door.
My hope is being burned with time, because I know that death can't be re-grown.
My vigorous pains, your warning signs, Thing's between us will never be the same.

The eradication of us never seemed real. 

Until I met YOU.

You were intriguing. Caught my eye the moment I saw you 6 years ago.  Bright hair, Bright eyes,  With a smile that could light up my darkest fears.

Soft hands, with a heart so big that it melts mine every time you have my pen on your lips.

You're my dream, and we're alive.  The whole world is whistling. Whistling to the sound of our favorite song.

Strawberry Ice Cream, Freeze Outs, and Fires scream "we're never gonna grow up."

Fire crackles, as it eradicates the beginning of something surreal.

 

And THIS.  This dream will take us to the Moon. And Back.

- Trevor Powers