Poetry

Evil – #AtoZ Challenge

when we met, i fell in love
with you immediately
your cherry red-painted lips
held me captive;
the way they slid
across your smile
and caressed your speech
though i couldn’t hear what you said
from across the room
i had to have those lips
pressed against mine

but you wouldn’t have me
would you?
your lips scorned me
and your body turned away
and i had no recourse
none at all
but to follow you home…

here in your room i hear you breathe
a staccato of sobs as i
squeeze your scarf around
your porcelain throat
and i think
(since you’d taken it off)
i’ll paint your lips once again
that glistening cherry red
so i’ll have no need to see them
the dusky blue
of your sunset moment

Author’s Notes:

1. My torture scenes go back to my Stephen King roots; reading horror was such a forbidden teenage pleasure. I have a classic love/hate relationship with my evilest characters.

2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.

poem – a poem

it’s the poem of all poems
the penultimate penned piece
where the damsel withers
within her lonely turret
while the prince races hither
to smite the beast
and finally to claim his bride
as he breaks her fall
only his legs are crushed
because the silly woman squeezed
her gigantic posterior through the window
thinking her romeo had burn’t crispy
from the dragon’s horrid and hot halitosis…

it’s the poem of all poems
and this is not it.

vacant – #tuesdayuseitinasentence

no one home for months now
her circulation hums
like a storm in a hollow drum
her skin, fossilized and drawn into place
the shutters of her eyelids clip-clatter
as she stares out the window
to a vacant lawn
her thoughts rattle
around the icy lake of dreams never realized

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#SoCS – greener grass

you’re here
he’s there
you’re real
so is he
but life with you
is not like life with him would be
life with you is mundane
he is exciting
our real life is ordinary
my life with him would be a celebration
day in, day out
night life, sleeping all day
work, boring
partying all the time
our life is lived together in the real world
his life exists in the spotlight, he is never bored
the dirt on which we sleep is hard
the grass over there is soft and green
we fight
he is always happy
we’re poor
he is rich
you’re here
he’s there
it’s surreal

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mostly

mostly i love the way you look
when you walk in the door
after a long day at work

mostly i love the way you laugh
mostly in bed, after we make love

mostly i love your passion
you love what you love and
you care not what anyone else thinks

mostly i love the way you smell
when i steal your pillow after you get in the shower

mostly i love the way we fight
and then we make up
and then we make up some more

mostly i love you
yes, mostly i love you

presence

you fill a room
you command space

your smile brightens
like candle light;

your arms, when they surround me
cherish my soul

your energy fills my nerves
and i’m powerful. whole.

up and down
up and down
please place me upon your pedestal forever
should your grace fill me
with the magic of you

math of us

if i take half of you
and half of me
will we be one
like frankenstein’s monster
but diminished?

if i draw you
and then quarter you
and then take four quarters
and put you back together
can you fit in
my whole?

if you divide your attention
but then we multiply
will our children
be a fraction
of us?

if you spend half your time
with me
and the other half
baking
can we
reinvent pi?

sleep

you are a ball of light
drifting in and out
resting above my drunken eyes
tumbling past my brain to rest
like a collar around my neck
and then
as you heat my body
enwrapped in your warm afterglow
i know
you are mine
for the night

the cause of my insomnia

there are days, when I can’t
think of a thing, to write
when I hear a whistle in my ear
and realize it’s the wind
coming from the other direction

there are days, and this is one of them
that I just want to say, good night
and turn off the light, close my eyes
and lay awake, thinking of all
the things I want to write
tomorrow

sometimes

sometimes
life is weightless
like feathers stacked upon feathers
only to have them blown away

sometimes
you think you know
which direction things will take
like life. or like this poem

sometimes
there’s verse and there’s rhyme
and rhythm, but then there’s not
because life, like poems, can stop abrup