The day after Christmas is always a little
anticlimactic the gifts opened – the wrappings
and ribbons all tidied, although a few gifts
may arrive late and our Boxing Day guests
may add a few.
But we're past the solstice,
days will slowly get longer
and the moon rising over
the valley’s leafless trees
was a bit over half-full
– kinda like my mood.
If you know that you can,
do you really still have to
With uncertainty gone,
does incentive still thrive
Must you then prove to others,
what you know beyond measure
Is it anticlimactic
—once the bee leaves the hive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
she felt she had been consumed
by the thoughts that people consumed
they said she asked for more
that made her a whore
you shouldn't eat that
it will make you fat
the thoughts that swept through her mind
the voices were never kind
dirt thrown in her face
the words couldn't be erased
your a girl so you must like pink
if you don't you need a shrink
the make up made her confident
they told her she was asking for it
they said she was dramatic
because it was anticlimactic
nothing would ever happen
this was just in
could would never begin
it didn't help
that he was an artist
an actual, painting artist
I stole his stencils
to demonstrate a metaphor
but he swore
that I betrayed him
but I craved him
I craved his closure
and he craved his canvas - me
with his stencils in my hands
I hoped
not for an apology.. no..
but just to retrace his history
gathering this anticlimactic moment
me
painting
him
to be continued . . .
If you know that you can,
do you really still have to
With uncertainty gone,
does incentive still live
Must you then prove to others,
what you know beyond measure
Is it anticlimactic,
—once the bee leaves the hive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
A scorpion tail
Tell me when it's safe to yell
For God's sake I'm shaking here,
Breaking here, taking breaths of arid air
And drowning
Sandy bubbles rising, crowning
An anticlimactic pop
Please stop! You're hurting me
The heat, it steeps like morning tea
Your sandy screams live and breathe
My self-fulfilling prophecy
It burns, I can't. I can't
I can't be water for you cup
Deserted here with not enough
I'm empty too. It's
Me.
My disease.
Galactic Warming
By Desiree Espinoza
Galactic times we live in today
Galactic advances lend itself to practice ways
Galactic issues must among the human race
Are we tactic with these problems we face?
Galactic days are here forever
Lactating and spawning pollution and anticlimactic weather
Galactic steel spaceship crashes
The event anticlimactic
A one-eyed alien dashes
Winding against wind apractic
From another galaxy pair
Heard that upon earth herds eat pears
In atactic state couldn't climb stairs
Swiftly did pray but was prey unwares
Behind a flower did lie man
The practic approach, his tactic
This alien to steal, game plan
Soon approach this galactic
Fair were his few thoughts uncontrolled
Though alien thoughts were lactic
Since he hit the liquor steel, rolled
Moonshine did steal for extragalactic
On my Galaxy small, small screen
Right there did view their scary scenes
Do pray that these two do not glean
Offsprings to have mixed matched genes
Out of this world
Written: September 09, 2016
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