DRIPPING KNIVES
These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground
DADDY BLACKBIRD
It happens more than I would like to admit but some stories punch me right in the heart and it takes a bit of time to get it to beat again. By now everyone has seen the viral video of the dad singing Blackbird to his son (who died shortly after his mother did). I…
OLD FRIENDS
For awhile I held on to the belief things would be ok. I felt I knew you well enough and you knew me… and somehow we meant enough… and we would be ok. I may wonder, now and then, where I would be now if we had never met; but I never wish we had…
NONE GIVEN
If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…
NO MATTER
The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…
SLOW MOTION
SLOW MOTION by Hastywords Anxiety Infects her thoughts Holding her hostage Screening and erasing Her cries for help Fear Riddles her with angst Constantly chastising Rendering her helpless To its mindless chatter Irrationality Hijacks her emotions Running high speed Full throttled attack Beating her senseless Depression Sends in its battalion Of whispering ants Surrender this…
TRYING
I’ve been trying Head down Fingers nimble Quilting phrases Mind focused Turning my words Inside out Searching them Owning them Teaching them To be kinder More considerate More inspiring More motivational But they mock me Laughing until Their echoes Sound like screeching Fingernails Inside my head I want to give up I need to give…
IN YOUR SHOES
It feels so strange To love so much I crave the intimate feeling But fear its emotional touch You say you love me That you are mine But I make up new lines Re-framing your words Inside my mind I make up dialogue, create new context Sending my mind into perpetual loops I try so…
FINALITY
31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS) Bruised Where the rope Roped to rafters Rafted into eternity Lines Like jagged railroad tracks Tracked her soft white skin Skinned her fleshy neck Left Like a beaten rag doll Dolled up with defeat Defeated by finality
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