I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece.
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“ I know you think that I am dead. “
“ I am alive” - my auntie moaned
Or Could it be that you are just - “Stoned “
.
I was bewildered in illusion
Was it my hallucination ?
Both were killed in car accident -
I never forgot that event.
I was stunned ! In surprise, I found
the graveyard all around.
Starting my journey from the womb,
reached last destination to tomb.
Just a collection of mental health stuff.
The hopeless, random fidgets and calendars.
And when you live in Michigan?
You feel like running to the upper peninsula sometimes!
Taking all that stuff.
Or leaving it all as if it’s a pile.
Mental health is one of those…
Dadada, blah things.
Decrepit and odd.
Takes you back to childhood or nothinghood.
Takes you to Indiana in a dissociative episode that no one talks about.
Takes you back like someone took the wrong luggage.
I still have a random stress ball over there.
And when you live in Michigan?
You can’t lose.
So stress balls sit on my desk.
Like decor but also distressing.
Just a collection of mental health stuff.
I could put it in a box.
But it all got wrecked like a car accident,
Except not exactly.
I’m just a girl who lives in Michigan.
For some reason.
Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
May her spring, thoughts and hands enrich our brains.
June 15, 2010
(Zoleka Mandela's daughter, Zenani died at the age of 13, in a car accident in 2010. Zenani died two days after her birthday, in a car accident, while on her way home from the World Cup concert in Soweto.)
When only a few minutes.
Are allowed.
Take 30 seconds.
Out of the equation.
Take 29 of those seconds.
Not to debate, but rather-
Freeze from fear.
When only a few minutes.
Morph into a confused face.
Time is what we tried to travel on.
Trying on an outfit which I remember had lime green stripes.
Becoming a weird and unique person.
Uncertainty.
When only a few minutes.
Face off with me.
I tried to convince myself.
That seconds aren’t real.
But every second is like a new being.
I wear a new outfit every day of the week.
So does time.
With only a few hours.
Sometimes it’s hours, or days.
Which allow us to go to the store and pick up a soda.
Yellow, orange, lime drinks.
With only a few years.
We decide to flop down on the couch.
Turn on the tv.
We take 30 seconds.
Before falling asleep during a commercial.
They lied.
I survived the car accident.
Lived next door to a graveyard.
35 years, 21 days, 5 minutes.
Sometimes time-
I don’t want to go to the store.
Picking up my coat.
Which makes the air feel worse.
Outside,
Is where they go.
I entered the store.
Hiding in the bathroom.
It’s as if no one will find me there.
Hahaha!
I like the flickering lights.
The startling sound of the hand dryer.
Wakes me up.
The hand dryer shuts off.
I breathe out.
They hate me.
She sent me to the store.
To get.
Bread. Toothpaste. Olive Oil.
I wrote all that down.
I’m lost.
Aisle 1, 2, 3, 4…
Racing by me.
What if I got in a car accident?
And the groceries would fly throughout the car.
Aisle 5,6,7,8…
I want to go home, I don’t want to be late.
I also…
Don’t want anything ever again.
Need to get bagels too, I think.
1,2,3,4,
I promised to take an hour then be out the door.
I don’t want to go to the store.
You already went, honey.
I don’t know.
"Rainbow bridge is her final resting place, only paw prints in my heart remain of earth"
Quote by Poet
Our cute family cat was called Poshpaws
She’d leave ‘gifts’ of dead mice in our house
After killing her victim with razor sharp claws
We’d discover the remains of the poor mouse
And would often hear my mother grouse!
Poshpaws followed dad round like a dog
But she’d never get under his feet
She’d bask in the sun curled upon a log
Watching him trim the lawn to make it neat
The joys of cat life were certainly sweet!
But Poshpaws developed a double life
Sometimes missing for twenty four hours
She’d found a second home causing us strife
But old photographs proved that she was ours
Car accident killed her, both 'owners' laid flowers
Ken's had a car accident
his life hangs in the balance
there’s no brain activity
his life support was switched off
declared clinically dead
Dee cradled him tenderly
as he took his final breath
their wedding vows remembered
donor card activated
vital organs are removed
saving the lives of others
even in death he lives on
Dee walks behind Ken’s coffin
her long ebony tresses
cover her face like a veil
mourner’s eyes glisten with tears
She wonders.
If I did.
Forget the dishes, dishes, dishes.
There are sharp knives, that get sharper.
Dirty water.
It’s always Tuesday when I get cuts on my fingers.
We never have bandages, I don’t know why.
The knives and I fight like this.
I make everyone mad.
Tuesdays are when I go to work.
Tuesdays are when.
Events are connected like that.
I promise.
I get a cut on my hand.
But that makes me invincible for the day.
People are nicer, they don’t stare as much.
I avoid a cascade that way.
I write on paper, not the wall.
They hate the wall.
I prevented a car accident that way.
The fan blows the pages around.
If the pages were money, the earth would explode.
Instead, I’m happy for once.
I knew it.
What?
It’s Tuesday, so I knew it.
A house and car can be connected.
In a way that’s unexpected.
When I am distressed.
I can feel the crest.
I can be on top of a hill.
At the same time as my windowsill.
Looking beyond my home.
I sense a horrible tone.
My magic,
Almost makes me sick.
I tell her,
It feels like a painful burr.
In my hair.
But she doesn’t care.
She thinks I’m imagining things.
Even as my premonition sings.
In the news the next day.
There was a car accident, to my dismay.
I sensed it, but I should really know.
To be a guardian Angel in the snow.
I should have been there, on the passengers side.
I could saved him while he cried.
But instead, I watched a TV show.
When I could have saved him from the snow.
Texting at 7:00 pm.
Is almost too late.
People are washing dishes.
They are tired with wrinkly hands.
If I texted anyway,
Maybe the shadows would leave.
Texting at 9:00 pm.
It’s never ok, it’s always too late.
If I had texted at 7:00…
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad…
If I texted at 1:00 am.
They would hate me forever.
No one would ever text again, and I would die in a car accident alone, and no one would show up to the funeral.
So at 1:00 am, I write and scribble nonsense in a journal.
I cry into the journal.
Which is a little more satisfying than a crying emoji, anyway.
I keep the journal in a drawer.
That cannot be deleted.
Unlike most things in this digital world.
Maybe he got in a car accident.
Maybe he just hates me.
Or maybe…
He was so mad.
The angriest person alive.
Because of something I said years ago.
So he was speeding in anger.
There was a guard rail,
And a semi truck.
I can see it now.
Or maybe he’s fine, and driving, driving, driving.
Away from me.
But I don’t truly believe that.
I think he was speeding.
He crashed.
And crashed,
And crashed…
Because he was speeding.
Away from me.
“Cross my heart and hope to die”
A saying from years past
That has survived for many eons
And will most likely last
But there are so many others
“Barking up the wrong tree”
Choosing a maple instead of an oak
Oblivious to a life carefree
“Two wrongs don't make a right”
In a fatal car accident
When one person is declared dead
Other suffered flatulence
“The pen is mightier than the sword”
Not likey to win an award
Have you ever tried writing a novel
With the tip of a sword
“Two heads are better than one”
Run like hell I'd say
If you see someone with two heads
Freaking weird run away
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Living on Planet Mars
Wonder where the red comes from
Sure is prettier than ours
The sound of metal scraping on asphalt, echoed through the frosty morning air, as the trailer slid and skidded, leaving chaos and destruction there.
The semi-truck came hurtling fast, its trailer swerving, out of control, I felt the impact as it struck my car, a moment that shook my very soul.
My mind was racing, filled with fear, as I fought to keep control, the truck careening all around,a scene that was beyond my goal.
The trailer flipped, in slow motion it seemed, a moment is frozen in time, my heart was pounding, my breath was short, as I braced for what I feared was my last climb.
Though I walked away, the injuries were real, more than just a few bruises to reveal, my back was sprained, my pelvic bone cracked my life was forever changed, my future attacked.
Why
You made me know poetry
Learned some
But still illiterate
Uneducated
Reason is to be with most people
To be like them
Bliss is complete happiness
Bliss of morning came
Wanted to write poetry
Poetry about the unknown
Thought of publications
Making the fifth
Was reading Psalm of Divine Mercy Bible
Bliss of heart can finally understand
To form easy words for all people to comprehend
Writing is like Singing
Singing to convey heart songs
Singing and writing is alike
Lost voice of singing from a tragic car accident
Right arm is present
Present to write heart songs
Heart Songs are feelings
Why did You make me know poetry
Poetry is Therapeutic
Did some of Your publications
Formed prayers as poetry
For the mothers and the unborn
You telling me that the unborn is safe in heaven
How will the world know
I am in cynical world
World is big, Blue, round
Earth
You made me be a saint
Saint to help people
Mothers and the unborn
Tomorrow will see the bliss of sunrise
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: 9032022
Time Written: 11:03am
Source: Mirriam-Webster Dictionary
When I had a car accident several years ago, I had quite the scare.
My brakes went out and I crashed and I'm confined to a wheelchair.
I'll never walk again, I'll be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life.
Because she didn't want to be married to a cripple, I lost my wife.
I was a phony faith healer and I perpetrated a fraud.
But I didn't get away with it, I was punished by God.
I would scam innocent people out of their bread.
I'm in a wheelchair and I'm lucky not to be dead.
Some may think it wasn't God's punishment but I know that it was.
I learned that a man has to pay for the wicked things that he does.
I'll suffer for the rest of my days because of my car that was driven.
I asked the Lord to forgive me for my sin and I have been forgiven.
I have some advice and you'd better listen to the words that I say.
Don't use the Lord to scam people because if you do, you will pay.
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