The boy who escaped
This boy wanted to escape life.
He was afraid he wasn't good enough.
He just wanted to curl up and fall into a never ending slumber
But he knew he couldn't escape this hellhole.
He was tired but wasn’t allowed to sleep.
He doesn’t want to be degraded.
He just wants one person to show they care
About him.
He doesnt care if your lying to him or telling the truth
He just wants to be loved
But no one listened to him.
So he stood at the sink with the pills in hand.
He left the note on his bedside dresser.
He takes the pills.
Everything goes dark.
His body falls onto the bathroom floor.
The pill bottle falls from his hand.
His body takes the last breath.
His body can now rest .
He has finally “escaped”…or has he?...
Who taught the Shakespeare of a prosody
Or a book of words comes and coalesced
In every verse of Shelley romance and tragedy
'To a lady,with a guitar'escaped the summit of breast
For every physicians why the feather decents
For the every poets how they flutters
Not a hedonist but prophetic soul of fancy presents
And humns and shored on their mossy cutters
Kings and folks,sailers and merchant
Brethren and sistren speaks of bard of Avon
Thracian Orpheus wept in Shelley's mastery of poetic ardent
Therein the sullen dorado scowl in river of Devon
Ever hoped to greet mine those pierian spring
The pen snug in because mine thumbs are ageing
Cookies Out the window
Into the breeze,
Cookies dancing
Past the trees!
The apples rolled
Across the floor,
They bounced right out
The front door.
The popcorn popped
Jump! Jump! POW!
White puffy clouds
Floating now.
The soda fizzed
POP! went the cap!
It flipped itself!
Right off the shelf,
The cook walked in
And yelled, “Oh no!”
The ketchup squirted,
Hit his toe.
The carrot giggled,
The chips said, “Zoom!”
The butter skate-slid
Across the room.
He grabbed the snacks
But slipped in jam
Then landed right
On cold-cut ham.
The snacks cheered loud,
“Hip-hip hooray!”
They zoomed outside
And ran away!
And if tonight
You sneak a peek…
You just might see
Snacks on your street!
When law and order broke down on the street,
And madness drove the mob with no retreat,
They tore the city's heart with fire and claw,
Youth in recklessness thrills, yearn for war.
But only those who've witnessed war's cruel face,
Can truly cherish all that peace can embrace.
A youngster clamoring for battles to wage,
Knows not that war brings death and endless rage.
Until, suddenly, hundreds fall before your eyes,
And by a mere whisker, you escaped demise,
A bullet spins past, grazing your ear,
And you question yourself, Am I still here?
Or have I gone there, into the great beyond,
Where souls depart, where life shred its bond
Then you pinch your cheek, to feel your own skin,
To confirm you're alive, and not a ghost within.
Only then will you begin to comprehend,
The true worth of life, preserved from reckless end.
Sheba was the prettiest blue cow cartoonville had ever seen.
She was on the cover of Vogue, which proved she was the queen.
Her relatives were thrilled, but her fiance’ did not feel that keen.
Seeing his future bride on a magazine, turned him rather mean.
Maybe it was for the best said the grandma of the blue cow queen.
You may have escaped a terrible life with that pompous bov-een.
The pompous bov-een ended living his life without any queen.
But Sheba the prettiest cow had a delightful life of which she was keen.
the fat turkey walked
slowly, pecking through the yard
escaped Thanksgiving
Heidi Sands
12/1/21
Barely escaped
as a bear
chased me down the hall
my eyes wide open
for the rest
of the night
Bearing my soul
to the roar
of laughter…
seemed
uproariously serious
in the depths
of R.E.M.
10/6/2021
The clock ticks twelve and sounds awake
The dream of cinderella fades
Back to pots and rags and drags,
Back to fake end serenades
I escaped outside for peace
Among the flowers and the grasses
And breathed – and layed my burden down
On my corrective glasses
Where are you now
Why have you escaped my dreams
You’ve been gone awhile and I missed you so
I visited our place every night
I scouted every corner
I stood by and waited out in hope you’d come
I did double rounds just to be sure I didn’t miss any section that you might be awaiting me there
Yet every night I come by
an open empty space greets me melancholy
I thought about calling you but what number should I dial
I thought about writing you a letter but what address should I send to
Then I thought maybe there’s a way
I’m going to ask God to deliver my message to you
Please God would you deliver my message to my mama chi
Here it is:
Will you come visit me tonight for I long to know you’re okay
Will you come visit me tonight because I miss you so
Will you come visit me tonight because I need you so
Mama Chi will you come visit me tonight because you miss me too
Your voice
Your touch
Your smile
Your love
Your everything
I miss it all
but you escaped my dreams
Akkina
Missing my great granny who was always so kind, gentle, and most caring...
Warm on this October day, as I enter the place my mother does not lie.
Her body is not here either, but a tombstone is, so I give a deep sigh.
If I speak to her, will she hear my thoughts? I think yes, and so I do.
The breeze is nonexistent, the sky a beautiful hue of baby blue.
So mother, if you can hear me, know it is a beautiful day down here.
Mother Nature is preparing a path for winter that is exceedingly clear.
The trees are turning the colors of tangerines, bananas and a stop sign.
This place is peaceful, calming. The heart you hear beating is mine.
You missed the pandemic and the riots, mother, and I am so glad for you.
Nothing is as easy now, things are sad. People are dying and blue.
As I sit here next to your stone, I wonder about all the things that were.
There is such a reverence for this place. I feel that it is crisp and pure.
So much to tell, and I have all the time in the world. I have to ask,
What would you say about all of this turmoil and the fight of the mask?
I am glad you escaped Mom. I know the end was a horrible fix.
But the joyful, carefree, unencumbered world as you knew it does not exist.
memories escaped
from the subconscious
mind were they had
been hidden away
for years
recapture the memories
repressing and
suppressing them
once more
locking them back up
once again in
their mental prison
I just read on the internet news,
about a terrified fugitive bull,
escaping from a Queens, NY slaughterhouse,
running through the suburbs for his life,
Police shot it several times with a tranquilizer gun,
where the bull finally became too drowsy to run,
hearing reports that an animal preserve would take him in,
and then hearing that the bull died before they could do anything,
The internet news left me elated then deflated,
leaving me confused and somewhat frustrated,
hoping that the bull didn't die from being shot,
and wondering if he ever find his elusive china shop?
RIP ~Fernando the bull~
*This story is true and aint no bull...
Oh you Lovely, lovely fool,
Grace has escaped your mouth.
All the words and all of the lines
that you waxed poetic, how you thought they would free you from your prison.
Instead, they exact their ransom, and hold you to memory
My name escaped me just this summer past,
In crispy twilight air with lilac breath;
Soft Monet breeze discovered, beauty’s last,
A hollow season now, vanilla death;
An unrhymed Shakespeare sonnet wintry still
Whose lines compare me to a fallen sun,
Not William, though, appears, nor even Bill,
When I do look upon where should be one;
Leapt through an open window near my bed,
While slumber held me under dreamy weight;
A nightmare heard from voices quickly fled,
Un-chased ‘til Autumn stirred this dreamer late;
But more than all and why now I’m ashamed,
Is fear which keeps away my love so named.
Written on my 34th birthday
9/24/2016
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