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My heart breaks
over his indifference.
He sweeps past me
as though I am nothing -
nothing,
as though I am invisible,
eyes brimming with hope,
with love.
My heart breaks.
Perhaps I am invisible to Him.
Perhaps I am unimportant.
Yet to me, he is the opposite.
Oh my,
this bloody boy -
my only propulsion.
My heart shatters,
shatters in pieces.
My eyes burn,
burn from tears -
tears without end,
dropping from my eyes
like a silent English shower.
My heart shatters.
I see it now:
he made it clear.
I am nothing.
He doesn’t care.
He never did.
I was foolish…
My foolish heart is broken.
I believed in love.
He wrote me -
but why?
He cared.
I know it to be so.
Yet he fooled me.
My foolish heart is broken.
Never to be fixed.
I give you my word,
you, otherworldly boy -
I will never fall for it,
fall for this insidious feeling,
other fools call love.
Ghost Buster’s Eve
‘Tis the time
to shoot slime.
Adults Only Costume Party
Sex kittens prance.
Sultry nurses dance.
Party Food
Served eyeball soup
and goopity goop
A Bobbing Good Time?
Apple I get;
face sopping wet!
House of Creeps
The chainsaw guy
made me cry
A-Maze-ing Fright
Lost girl walks
where corn stalks
Jack O’Lantern Greeters
Bright as torches,
pumpkins on porches.
Night of Royals
Small and fair,
princesses are everywhere.
Trick or TWEET
One poor nerd
plays Big Bird.
Halloweenie
Wearing dumb costume -
a dashound’s doom
The ‘Trick’ to Trick or Treating
Door to door,
speediest kids score.
Vampire Candy
Dracula’s favorite treat
is bloody sweet.
Raiding the Kids’ Trick or Treat Bag
Of chocolate stuff,
can’t get enough
Over and Out
Big Harvest Moon.
Thanksgiving comes soon.
Nov. 3, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Anger washes through my blood streams
While dancing demons clatter within my dreams
Voices are heard with no where to run
When loud heat rays reflect from our sun
Shadows dancing left and right
From demonic eyes deep in the night
People screaming and running around
High whistles and demonic sounds
Children raising from the shallow graves
Trying to decipher my foggiest maze
No one will listen, no one will talk
No one will reach the top or walk the walk
How do you listen to deaf sounds?
How do you unbury graves within our grounds?
Who will answer when you call?
Who will pick you up when you begin to fall?
Children raising from our crooked tombstones
Werewolves howling throughout black moonstones
Screams of fright and hungry moans
Distant valleys and untold groans
Bloody mountains and poisonous snakes
Watching in horror as our precious dead wakes
The city up in smoke and fires
Compacted cars with nothing but tires
City of destruction, valley of hate
Do I try to run or accept this fate?
Everywhere I turn there’s zombies on all sides
While the ocean blows up with tsunami tides
Creatures forced to race from their homes
While faeries and fey collide with giant gnomes
Death screams twist and death screams moan
I’m completely lost --- there’s no going home
The trees they claw at my clothes
When will the nightmare stop?
Nobody knows…
Father of all bombs when dropped
five times greater than the mother
Where a fallen angel's dance begins
fornicating with matter darkening subjects
through and through dimensions opening a porthole
Acting a tough guy with your orange face
shows little wit as one peace maker
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone
to be humble aggression is by deeds done
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells
co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice
I miss the colorful past.
I remember how it would blow past me,
encompass my entire being.
Its hues gave me hope,
made my chest swell with glee
when the pure lights danced upon my fingertips.
Until everything changed.
It was when it turned into different shades of grey.
When the memories created despair instead of joy.
They were drug along my skin, deeper and deeper,
leaving big, bloody gashes that wouldn't heal.
My retired dreams, dead right in front of me.
The dreams that had been reality,
now faded into my lifeless corpse.
My dreams, they were snatched away
along with the freedom to be with them.
It was when the sickness spread among us,
when we quarantined to save ourselves,
that I grasped onto my perfect actuality,
desperate to keep it safe, conserve it,
but it slipped through my fingers.
And so I was alone again.
Those dreams died out.
Dreams of real friendship.
Dreams of belonging.
Dreams of recently-found normalcy.
Dead, disrupted, dysfunctional dreams.
My painfully perfect, dreamy, recently retired reality.
The colorful, hopeful, clear past
is now ash that blows past me,
pieces tangling themselves into my hair,
bringing sharp pain instead of bittersweet hope.
Where did the blissful life go?
Will she return or is she gone?
Will she truly be dead forever?
Everything is bland now,
both memories and body.
We are lifeless.
I miss the colorful past.
Skin felt the pain
While playing a peaceful golfing game
Challenging the course’s blister campaign
Terrorizing the toe
Forcing a temporary surgical sew
Oh
No
To keep this show
On the go
They must know
Basic health care
Not to scare
Removing infected nail
Transporting remains towards the waste management pail
Bloody and red
Now dead
Left as trash
Above the fairway grass
Next to Frank’s Furter
Who was murdered
After pork barrel spending
And over lending
Worth commending
Pending
Cooking the links
Hearing what others think
About another medical review
Of the pinkie one too
Country club house bound
And the parfect round
No bogeys in sight
Feeling right
Since all has healed
Closing the deal
Without a squeal
Or scream
From the green
Manicured and pristine
Ready for a four-day dream
The bloody face of the Moon sets off stars,
that bright little spice within the darkness.
There’s a fighting spirit that’s raising ours
with it’s shadow that glows so luminous.
A life-force that sparkles with every drip
peppers the ground with a glittery hush.
When all those inhibitions start to slip
your inner passion responds with a rush.
As the heated colors brighten and change,
it shows you that a whole sky can open.
Feelings can be demanding to arrange,
sometimes the only way is with a pen.
This path’s unfolding and unexpected
but somehow it leaves you resurrected.
In the darkness of my soul
The demons howl and scream
My visions they came and stole
Nevermore to rest in dream
When the demons came
They entered one by one
I'm never to be the same
Blackened is my sun
The torment and tears
Bloody cuts and scars
Furrowed deep in years
One too many, as the stars
The demons chant and whisper
My soul learns their words
Their call ever crisper
Hailed from other worlds
Dragging me deeper into blackness
Their hush a mighty roar
Overcoming my every weakness
Their thunder makes me soar
Evermore to my own demise
I crawl at the speed of night
Their bloodied words and bloodied lies
A blackened, blinding light
Scoring far into my very soul
From broken flesh, my blood runs free
Gazing out from the abysmal hole
I see the screaming demon here is me
I know I’ve caught a virus,
as I lay back and sweat;
‘Til all hours of the night
my pillows and sheets are wet;
From the slashes that I make
the cuts, the bloody streaks;
Or maybe it’s your soul,
racing down my cheeks;
I know that I’ve got a fever
my temperature has spiked
Honey, it’s been elevated
since I looked into your eyes;
Forced isolation,
committing slow suicide;
I need to hear your voice,
I need to feel your rhymes;
Come to me with open arms
let me taste your pulse;
Maybe mine will quicken,
a burn soothed by your touch;
Honey, you are the medicine
Break me so it stops hurting
Heal me? We can stop the spreading;
Our vibe is the answer;
You and I together are the vaccine.
Less tangible than air
but they live everywhere
with an impact more real
than iron and steel
No shadows they cast
though the sun blazes past
nor substance to block
the light that they mock
Yet block it they do
and obscure it from view
with their energies dark
and their beastly mark
Sworn enemies of man
and God and His plan
They delight as we mourn
our slaughtered unborn
The usual suspects
those Heavenly rejects
contrive and conspire
and their chief is a liar
Misled to believe
the tales that they weave
We are all too willing
to join in the killing
As we watch evil rise
it should be no surprise
that insanity rules
forming thick bloody pools
And delusions abound
among people, unsound
given over to rage
in this mindless age
Don't make the mistake
to believe they are fake
Just because you can't see
doesn't mean they can't be
Even winds are unseen
yet the tree tops still lean
when the atmosphere blows
as everyone knows
So please bear in mind
though the whole world is blind
to our foes now concealed
they'll soon be revealed
Then these demons from hell
nevermore can compel
human beings to kill
one another at will
And our God shall prevail
as the evil ones wail
leaving death and despair
less tangible than air
© Mike Wise
9-29-20