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Transcript of Downbeat
Downbeat
A Collection of True Poetry
By Skyler Guengerich
Melody
Tick- tick- tick, tick- tick- tick
Metronome keeps beat
As I play play play
In the piece and like the piece
Floating through the notes
Skimming over lines
Going through
Tick- tick- tick, tick- tick- tick
Up and down
Down and up
Against the soft ivory keys
Tick- tick, tick- tick
Knowing I could play play play
But letting my hands
Tick- tick, tick- tick
Slowing down
At least for now….
Light
Sometimes when I am Playing
A light appears
Like my backwards shadow
From the notes it emerges
Floating
Fading into tick- tick beats
Beside me
It sings the notes
And I sing back
And I play
Fast
And
Smooth
And gentle
And it does not go until the song is through
And the final
Note rests
The light is strange
Loyal
Wiser than I
Pure song
Pure soul
Lately it flickers
It’s silent
A soul that is dying
Broken
I was worried about my soul
which started cracking
And stopped singing
And began to fade into darkness
And got smaller
And weaker
And I was pretty sure
I or someone had
Done something to kill it
And I would be lost
And I would be alone
Without hope
Without joy
And I would try try try
But I would be broken
Tick- tick
Tick- tick
Sooner or later
BUT!
My soul did not break
It is not dead like I thought
Instead my soul is changing
Inside me
Slowly, but sure
It changes with me
And the loneliness has stopped
Now that I realize
I’m changing too
And I look at my soul
And listen
And reach
Wondering if it is anything like me
Which it should
Be like me
Because it is me
But sometimes I am
Surprised
Because of a perfect light
That rarely shines.
You think you know me?
Ha. Look again.
Bare
I always wear a mask
Why do I?
Because I don’t like the feel
Of bare soul
Showing
Judging looks,
Nasty sneers,
Juicy gossip,
Little lies.
No harm done when said and seen
To and by a wall
With thick paint
I only show myself
In moments of weakness
Poetry or when I cry
I prefer the poetry They just think my writing Is “deep”. That’s okay with me If they think that. I do not have to explain Myself I am not Who you think I am So, before you judge, Whisper, tease I suggest you get to know me A little better Than now.
Alien Baby
I do not know how I Once a baby Became me
Growing up in a
Poor environment A trailer
With smoke around me
With alcohol Drugs
Her guy “friends” One new every night
The “cleaning” trips
Were the worst A four year old left
With four teenagers
When the week passed “Mother” was not home I was placed in the care
Of the neighbors
Another week passed No sign of mom
I went to my aunts My mum came back
I thought I was safe
Now that She was back
Until the dark car came
To take Me away
And I was placed with an old lady
Who was mean and harsh
I went to the people who are now My parents
Somehow, they fell in love
With the short hair, Crooked teeth
Blue eyes
I have a family who loves me
I remember
Dear Old Piano, I have only seen it In pictures Black with a taint of red, smooth, new My anxiety builds And my heart sinks As I feel like I am betraying An old friend As I play you, my mind Doubts What if it’s not The right sound? And the keys? Smooth? Pedals? Sadness creeps closer So, I make the most Of my last memories With you
Ticking
Ticking, ticking now,
My soul is ticking away.
Tick-tick: playing on.