May 24th celebration has gone
used to be festivities
All day long.
Nothing, no more celebrating
Can’t understand
How could all this pass?
Used to be dancing, parties, sing-along
Fireworks and baseball
May 24th celebration, all day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I don’t know why
I think the things I do
Or why sometimes
They come true.
I do know my heart
Loves the way
Nature brings beauty
To me, to you.
To live in joy, laughter
Not thinking anything
Depressing
Or blue.
That’s why
I guess
I think the things
I do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Everyone isn’t the one
I should have been
Accepting that is harder
Then anything has ever been.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll be
What I want, what I need
But that remains
Remains to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I am here and you can’t see me
I’m hiding
Hiding in normalcy
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Janis Joplin during photoshoot for Big Brother & Holding Company, Forest Knolls, CA. 1967. © Lisa Laws
I was the girl who stood in the back
I was the one who didn’t say any of that
I was the one who laughed and cried
I was the one who breathed the breath
Who stood alone amongst the rest
Never knowing my heart
I think, I guess.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2016
I know you haven’t seen me
Nor anything I do
Know
I’m just a back screen
Meaning nothing
Nothing
Ever to you.
I know I won’t be front and centre
In anything you do
But then I don’t care
You see
For you’re nothing to me
Or is anything
You ever do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Feeling the weight
The pain of
What if
No eye dry as I wonder
What if
I’d done things different
Smiled instead of cried
No answers
Just more questions and insistent
What if’s.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Shining sun in the sky
Questions answered
Reasons why
The world is well
Giving all she can
No one cries
Tears of rain
Only ones that fall
Nourishing land
Creatures big and small.
I will live in this life
Feeling the sun’s warmth
Now
And into my afterlife.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Secrets are kept hidden in the dark
Secreted away in the back of the mind
Never to be revealed to the morning sun
Or voiced
In the depth of the darkest night.
To the grave they are taken
To the grave they will go
Eternity will keep them secret
No one
No one will ever know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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