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Some days I’m living in panic
Panic like I cannot move
Panic like there are hot metal chains
wrapped tightly around my ribs
Trying to talk feels like breathing in smoke
On the verge of tears
And all I want is to curl up and cry
Until my eyes turn red
But I can’t because
I’m in school
And everyone will see how much
Of a fool I am
So I have to look like I’m ok
But I’m not
Because later that night
That night of the panic attack,
I got so close
I even made a plan
I planned to cut in groups of three
Cuz three is my comfort number
That day I chose 27 cuts
Because nine times three
Nine times I lacked the comfort I craved
I remember it distinctly
Nine times three
Cuz nine times I felt hurt that day
One I was in trouble, two I got yelled at,
Three I woke up late, four,I was called rude for talking
Five I’m so immature, six, I had extra chores,
Seven I couldn’t eat lunch, eight Alex hates me
And nine I hate myself and I don’t matter anymore
When I went to bed that night I was so scared
because I got so close to SH
I got so close this time
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies,
Now, I am walking in a snow storm- freezing;
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
I pass Christmas decorated windows- sneezing,
I am only fifteen and all alone in the world;
Now- I am walking in a snow storm freezing.
I hug my thin coat as the winter wind whirls,
Then, I see people entering a church brightly lit;
I am only fifteen- and all alone in the world.
I go inside and hide, I'll just stay for a bit,
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up;
Then- I see people entering a church brightly lit.
Most days I stand holding out a begging cup,
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds;
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up.
Most days I stand holding a begging cup
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies;
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds,
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
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It is warm and cozy and soon I fall asleep,
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago;
Were they really that mean to me? No, I weep.
Delicious food, singing, and a tree all aglow,
I've met lots of homeless people on the street;
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago.
Some people are evil and some treat me sweet,
I met a man and he said I could make money;
I've met lots of homeless people on the street.
You're so young- and men will love you honey,
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling;
I met a man and he said I could make money.
The choir and praying is dim and I am sleeping,
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven;
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling,
The janitor finds me when he is sweeping,
It is warm and cozy and I soon fall asleep;
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven,
Were they really that mean to me- no I weep.
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October 26, 2016
Terzanelle x 2
Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake
The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake
In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake
She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I woke up forlorn and hollow inside of me
oh yes I was pretty darn melancholy
I was funky blue and my glass was totally empty
wanted to curl up into nothingness . . .
I took my dismal self to the bathroom
looking in the mirror I hated my hair
why did it have to be so long and lanky and bone straight
my eyes stared back at me blank
I should cut it (my hair that is) get some curls and volume
oh but I cannot do that my hair is my strength
I really dislike my face today . . .
I try on some different plastic smiles (lifeless)
someone told me yesterday I looked like a barbie doll
that's right- barbie with plastic bendable arms and legs
promise I won't move 'cause I am stiff plastic not pliable plastic
I want to kiss the person who invented hoodies
this wooden excuse for a girl is planning on hiding in one
with this river of hair and the hoodie I should be invisible to all
and any conversation will be futile and a waste of your time
oh that's just great dance class at 10- odd, I feel quite alive now . . .
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February 26, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/My Empty Plastic Smile
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9985-72-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
I reflect on them often, those years.
Watching gilded sunsets from the shade of old trees we’d planted in the yard.
I try to reclaim the contentment of our lazy romance.
There was no wine; no little black dresses.
It was certainly not a diamond, ruby, and emerald affair.
But was it any less valuable?
I bask still in the glow of the fires we’d share during cold winters,
and the way the dogs would curl up and sleep on our feet as we’d read together.
Your side of the bed has grown so very cold in your absence.
Sometimes, as I dream, I can feel you, your warmth…
and hear you snoring.
Ok, so you weren’t sleeping beauty…but I needed no fairy tales.
That was our life, wasn’t it? Simple and honest, and perfect for what it was because
we were together…
were.
Now here I sit, chilly,
with just my reflections, and your empty chair.
I dwell on yesterday and my heart listens for the warm.
Perhaps it will be tonight, under the gilded sunset of my own life,
that as the sun sets and the night grows cold
we shall sit together by the fire,
with the dogs asleep at our feet,
and be together once more,
forever warm.
5/5/16
For Contest: Listen to the Warm
Hosted by: Laura Loo
i'm a country boy,
as country as can be;
i'm barefoot when i go to church,
don't give a hoot 'bout society!
i sleep naked in the back yard,
go skinny dippin' in the lake;
when i use the outhouse,
the ground's gonna quake!
i eat with both hands,
possum, squirrel, an' coon;
cook 'em on an open fire,
an' use my fingers as a spoon!
bouncin' rocks off turtle shells,
sippin' moonshine from a jug;
sweet as a store bought teddy bear,
it's okay to give me a hug!
i love my thermal underwear,
they're red, with a cute lil' flap;
i'll curl up in the chicken coop,
for a long afternoon nap!
i ain't much for fightin'
but i don't take no crap;
if you push me in a corner,
get ready for a scrap!
forget that bottled water,
i'm drinkin' from a well;
next time you're in the country,
stop and visit for a spell!
That night, in a strange place,
I was like a fly
circling around a street light
reeling…reeling!
I felt so miserable being stranded
in a strange place where I knew none.
Fear wrenched my throat.
I had heard,
in the cover of dark
everyone was a robber
or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole,
smoked out of its hole
and exposed to blaring light.
Had it been my own town
where I knew
every nook and cranny
like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
being so stranded or left in the night.
At a distance-
Behind the cover, I saw
two figures crouching;
Two men hooded and in black.
They were pointing to me.
So sure, I was in a danger zone.
I closed my eyes,
covering them with my palm.
I knew they were planning to plunder me
and spring on me like a pack of wolves.
In that unearthly hour,
an eerie fear gripped me.
Frozen with thoughts of imminent danger
did my heart stop pumping?
I saw death face to face.
All I longed was to slither out of that hole
to curl up in the warmth of my home
far… far away!
Before I could decide what to do
a car came and halted, may be seeing a lady,
all alone in the night.
Without a second thought, got in to the car.
Inside was a family coming back after a pilgrimage.
As the car was speeding away,
I felt the relief of being saved from that danger zone.
HINDSIGHT 20 20
It was Atlanta, and not many years ago
With the world crashing about my ears
Pledges made and encouragement given
Smiles and kisses seemed natural to me
It was only selfishness and a cold heart
That reason would finally tear us apart
Was it just fake and never meant to be
And such little chance of being shriven
The only genuine things left were tears
But it taught me lessons I should know
From then on, I’d be a lion not a lamb
Not letting any hope give way to fear
And resume my once purposeful path
Toward those rewards that can satisfy
Your expectations were way too much
I’d felt like a pet rabbit kept in a hutch
But I never did meekly curl up and die
I was more than a keeper of the hearth
But it’ll not be like that again, my dear
As the script said, I don’t give a damn
Oh Man, where am I?
What caused this pain and why?
I desperately cannot live this insane life.
For the pain of memories brings in strife.
I grab my head as my mind bends and breaks.
I want relief, grabbing the bottle as my handshakes.
Is there no end to my depraved madness?
As I witness my loved ones in fear and sadness.
Slowly, I succumb to the liquid delirium.
My head was spinning, spinning as I lost my equilibrium.
I curl up as severe pain thrashes my gut.
I crawled to the bathroom toilet and threw up.
Coughing violently, I lean against the toilet bowl for rest.
Again, this severe pain has now gripped me hard in my Chest.
Is this the final relief I so desperately seek and want?
Or is this the hell-bent on madness as it laughingly taunts?
Oh, to be at peace from this war raging in my head.
The atrocities against innocent people have stricken me as they are dead.
Finally, the darkness envelops me like a kind friend.
The family gathers around me, crying, knowing it’s my end.
Suddenly, a whispering voice calls my name.
It carries on gently as it calmly soothes my pain.
My soul feels swirling love that it desperately clutch.
My brother gave me a warm hug; it meant so much.
I awaken to hear gasps and crying as I smile.
They thought I had died, but I was gone for a while.
I told them that our brother had made me whole.
I was happy and excited about my new life, and it showed.
Carpet patterns
and the swirlings of grain
in wooden floors were maps
to me of exotic worlds,
portal holes for a child
to enter and explore
places edged on the
furthest reaches
of the fabulous.
Even today, as an old man,
I saw a landscape
in miniature when morning sunlight
came through the window
and crept across
the room, illuminating a map
in the knots and welts of grain
rolled out on the pinewood floor.
I found myself off on tour
swept into the detail
along its ravines
and imagined trails,
into its wild inland,
the unfenced territories whose
vast subterranean caves
well far below what
can be seen, the dank
dormitories of dream.
And then,
above the underworld,
dry plains paused
by rocky outcrops
of doubt, the long silences
that stretch for miles
and curl up in corners
when evening falls.
The star pitted dark hung
with mystery, morse
for the mystic,
until a sober perspective
shrank the sublime
back into a smaller space
to fit ordinary sight
and became
the comforting familiarity
of a well trodden
wooden floor, aged, uneven,
basking in the morning's
honeyed light.