I am totally invisible to you.
You have no idea who I am.
Because I'm wearing an old woman body,
but it's a joke because
I'm a 9-year-old-boy.
My husband knows me better than anyone.
Did you use your inhaler?
Uh-huh.
You did not!
Yes, I did! Tongue's out now.
I KNOW YOU're Lying!
Did you use your breathing machine?
Forgot I had one.
Did you remember to take your pill?
I lie. "yes."
"You're lying!"
I may be a 9-year-old-boy, but I'm in cognito.
We're the only two who know.
Except the grandchildren, and
hundreds of children I've taught in class.
And anyone who ever returned my first "hi".
Because once I know you, I love you and I
start giving you my 9-year-old-boy puppy love.
But we are the only ones who know.
Categories:
breathing machine, emotions, feelings, introspection, love,
Form: Free verse
yellow lines
on black roads
dividers reflectors
broken white eggs
limbless man crossing
the road in heavy traffic
blind is leading the dog
breathing machine stopped
i am awake
good morning
sep 16 2016
6.51 am
Categories:
breathing machine, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
I was supposed to die today
Week after week I'd withered away
I could no longer face the desperate hours
Always reminded that I have no power
I have no love and I have no hope
No more have I the ability to cope
I wanted to die and that was it
So I poured a bleach cocktail and began to sip
I added some pills just for good measure
So tired of nothing bringing me pleasure
I downed it all with a few big swallows
Then I got comfortable, knowing death should follow
I leaned back and waited for the darkness to come
And come it did, I was now gone
Or so I thought until I awoke
On a breathing machine feeling I might choke
My mother was there with pure joy in her eyes
She wanted to know why suicide I tried
She questioned what prompted this unforgivable sin
But I felt only disappointment for failing again
I wanted to die not wake up here
My only answer was a lake of tears
for contest: Surviving After Suicide Attempts
Categories:
breathing machine, dark, death, suicide,
Form: Rhyme
I am like no one else,
every person is different
but they all have one thing in common
eventually they can and will crack
most of the time emotionally
everyone has rough times sooner or later
(in my experience always sooner)
and eventually they will crack
even me
but there’s one thing about me
when I do crack ill just be a bunch of shattered pieces
no emotions nothing to say
JUST A BUNCH OF SHATTERED PIECES
everyone has their limits when I reach mine I simply stop caring nothing helps nothing
snaps me out of it
I'm just a living breathing machine
and if you try to crack me
try to see inside that complicated joke of a brain that belongs to me
when I do crack you will regret it
cuz I will stand until the end until I'm just a fissure with a million little cracks in it
until a shatter
but there will be no flowing river of emotions like you expect just a hollow pile of rubble.
Categories:
breathing machine, depressionemotions,
Form: I do not know?
Click click boom and your brothers gone
Sittin at his funeral knowin he aint’ do nuthin wrong
Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time aint know where to start
Messed around, got 3 bullets to his heart
Grandma on a breathing machine
Take all her breath just to tell you she loves you, make you wanna scream
Scream and pray to God why you?
How to get out of it, what you gotta do?
Sleeping with ak’s and pistols under your bed
Cause you never know whats going through these sick peoples heads
Auntie Cindy just found out she got a STD
Daddy out to kill that hustler when could he be?
All this weight on your shoulders cant even sleep
Im far from hood but understand he streets, call on me
10.21.10
Categories:
breathing machine, black-african amer
Form: I do not know?