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This is me having conversation with the younger me.
Me- Hi how are you?
Younger me- I'm not doing so well.
Me- What's the matter sweetie?
Younger me- I don't know why he chose
to do bad things to me. I must have enticed him or flirted with him.
Me-Let me tell you something sweetie. You did nothing wrong. You are a young child trying to make sense of the world. Do you understand?
Younger me- I felt so dirty and nasty. I'm so confused. If this is love I don't want it
at all.
Me- Baby this is not love at all. One day when you are older you will exprience real
love. Your life will not be easy but promise me, that you will always be your own cheerleader.
Young me- What do you mean?
Me- Always think good about yourself even when you are sad.
Young me- Ok
Me- One more thing
Younger me- Yes
Me-Don't let that man touch you again. Scream and shout. Raise your voice and
tell someone. When you tell you take away
his power.
Younger me- Okay I won't
Me- Promise
Younger me- I promise
Me- Thank you so much
Younger me- Why do you care so much?
Me- Because we are one and the same.
Younger me- Hunh?
Me- I am you
Younger me - This is weird but I knew you
were me
Me- How?
Younger me- It was like looking in to the mirror. The face is still the same
Me- Bye baby I think you will be fine
Younger me- Bye
Alexis Y
09-03-16
Not for contest- Inspired by the "A Conversation " contest
His girl’s amorous, uninhibited.
She flirted with his friends turning them red
though she was all in, never gibbeted.
He’d been away a stretch, her arms outspread.
Her lips like sunrise sky — bright, bittersweet.
Her lashes are sun rays dyed with black ink.
The pounding of pavement — his eager feet
stumbled which she thought cute, gave him a wink.
She dived right in and sucked his bottom lip.
There probably was tongue, a lover's swish.
His friends talked about it. It made them flip.
If one of them had knocked first, get his wish.
And talking them through it (on his last nerve),
his girlfriend’s kiss was not first come first serve.
1/13/2021
I still remember
The girl you flirted with
When we went on a break
And weren’t seeing other people.
Your friend told me
You were out on dates
With your ex
Baby momma.
(She took your profile pic
I used to stare at forever.)
He sent me the voice note,
Where the girl explained.
Said you walked her to the car,
And used the line.
I didn’t know it was a line
Until she said it too.
‘You’re so beautiful,
It’s distracting.’
What bull that was,
And I fell for it.
You may have forgotten her,
But I never did.
I looked up her account
And tried to figure out why.
I’d look for your ex
And stare at the pictures.
See how you made
All the effort for her.
I’d search them continuously,
And look at the girls
Your friend told me you flirted with
Behind my back.
I’d stare at their pictures
And compare myself to them,
Wonder why I
Was never good enough
For you.
I cried myself to sleep
Each day and night.
I was never going to be
The one you wanted.
If you didn’t up
With your ex the way you did,
I know if it came down,
It’d be her over me.
For you,
I was never enough.
And I realize it now.
Just because
We never spoke about it anymore
Didn’t mean the past
Was gone from our lives.
It lingered in the air,
It never went away.
I only ignored it
Because I knew you wouldn’t talk about it.
I still remember
And I’ll never forget.
Here’s to me breaking the habit
Of typing their names
Into search bars
And comparing myself
To girls who
Would never give you
The time of day.
The Devil’s in the raging tempest.
The Devil’s in the quaking earth.
Might be tornados today,
Good bet there’s worse on the way.
Just take the hint for what it’s worth.
Can’t tell you why the climate’s changing.
Just know it makes the death toll swell.
Though it’s absurdly odd to say an act of God;
More like a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sale of weapons.
The Devil’s in the toxic waste.
In every corporate whore,
And scum bag merchant of war
Who prey upon the human race.
Predictions of the next fiasco
Are all too easy to foretell.
You see it on TV; it’s called reality,
And it’s a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sighs and whispers.
The Devil’s in the blood red thong.
She looked as tempting as sin,
And like a fool I gave in,
Persuaded by her Siren song.
I knew I flirted with disaster;
The warning was a wedding bell.
But I embraced the flame when she took my last name.
It was a typical day in hell.
The woods were covered with sprinkling of new snow
gleaming and sparkling as if covered with diamonds
low laying mist covered the ground hiding things
into the clearing slinking crept the large wolf
He slunk down onto his belly as he got closer
well known as the ghost wolf or spirit wolf
few had seen him though many heard him nightly
always alone singing out his heart to the moon
Preferring a solitary life he ranged far and wide
right now he had an elk in his sights for dinner
a flash of silver as he pounced, the deed done
blood dripping from his nuzzle he howled and howled
A full belly and afters stashed away for another day
his thoughts turned to other things, a tantalising smell
a she wolf nearby was in oestrogen her scent lingering
tempting and teasing. he followed her trail, love in his heart
Finding her they played and flirted chasing each other
with her not sure it needs two or more to raise cubs
teasing her until nature had its way they mated at last
now you hear a pair of wolves serenading the bright moon
A photo on a dating site
How gorgeous that girl looked
By text we flirted all that night
And I was truly hooked
She looked like a celebrity
Like Marilyn Monroe
With sexy eyes and pouting lips
And slim from head to toe
We texted till we felt at ease
And then we made the choice
We swapped our numbers eagerly
To chat some more by voice
She said some sexy things to me
(And some that made me blush)
I praised her lovely curly hair
She praised her own hairbrush
But I’m a proper cockney
And it turns out so was she
One thing she did the same as me
Was say ‘H’ silently
So when we met I got a shock
It seemed I’d got it wrong
Her ‘H’ had not been silent
For an ‘H’ did not belong
She hadn’t used her hairbrush
And her airbrush was long gone
Because the girl in front of me
Looked just like Elton John
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[‘Goodbye Norma Jean’ from ‘Candle In The Wind’
by the aforementioned Mr John]
They are playing that song again
The one that reminds me of you
It began to rewind as I turned up the dial
from a place long ago that's been bleached for awhile
"California Dreamin" sifts through the air
like the sandalwood incense, that used to be there.
"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey
I've been for a walk ....On a winter's day"
There's an image I've kept, still tucked within my mind
It used to fill me with envy, until it reckoned with time
You at twenty-one, wild and beautiful in a way that I could never be
Perched upon your back-porch steps, beneath the russet trees
Soaking up the morning sun, stroking your guitar
I only knew you then, as that 'hippie" type of girl
The one who lived next-door that year
Your candles shimmering, bangles glimmering
A tangle of strawberry hair, that flirted with the wind
Childlike and fair, devil-may-care, long gypsy skirts,
and a peasant look that took one's breath
The faint scent of sandalwood, swept into my yard
from your wide-opened windows, wide-opened doors,
while I was wrangling a baby on my hip
or hanging bleached-white sheets onto a clothesline
I had often wished I were you, ... flitting about, barefoot in the morning air
But, I was teaching my toddler to tie his shoes
Both of us twenty-one, ... on two sides of a cedar fence, ...
a thousand light years apart
"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey
I've been for a walk,...on this winter's day
All the leaves are brown. Songs have come and gone
Seasons had their songs, but what became of you?"
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Raven orchids drape the night,
fraying in the high petals
of swooning fronds.
I sit beneath a daffodil porch light,
a blood moon blushing tangerine
in a field of white alyssum
as I smell the nascent lilt
of a voodoo rose.
The giggling breeze
that flirted with my lashes
suddenly becomes a gust,
stinging my eyes.
Voodoo thorns rip my shirt
in a netherworld of absent flesh
as silhouettes of unbridled marigolds
woo their willing beds.
In my daffodil haze
I lift black narcissus
in an absent glass
to toast forbidden love,
the feral moon and I
beneath the breathless echo
of wild star light.
Posted 11/25/22
As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe
Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom
Today, the sun rose
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods
Today
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles
The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food
I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have
Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
We flirted and got closer throughout the day.
Not wanting to get caught, I pray in vain.
Our plans were just a matter of waiting.
Out in the parking lot, I stood patient.
He arrived casual and smiling.
I had my hands shaking.
Behind the open van’s trunk.
I stood still, feeling stuck.
To kiss.
or not to kiss?
My mind raced with raging thoughts.
Two of my sides viciously fought.
One pleaded that I must.
The other was begging for me to listen to it for once.
It all happened in less than a second
I was going to faint, I reckon.
Watching him face me.
And before I knew what I was doing.
I kissed him.
It was far from perfect.
but it was okay.
I was the first to pull away.
A peck on my right cheek, there’s nothing I could say.
My arm around his neck, thinking of a phrase.
I was struggling to still breathe as I said his name.
The name echoed as a whisper, barely a breath.
Such a precious name carries depth.
I calmed as he seemed mindful of my state.
Realizing our closeness, I stepped away.
I acted like I was unfazed as we separated for a moment.
“I love you,” he said, filling the silence with sentiment.
I flashed a winning smile at the statement.
“What?” I asked playfully, wanting him to go on.
He repeated his words, and I took a step closer.
I asked again, he responded the same, so I stepped again.
Standing inches apart, we are not just friends.
I went quiet as he drew out his one-hundredth “I love you” from his lips.
I couldn’t figure out how I formed the three words that dripped from my mouth.
I. Love. You.
My smile faded as I looked into his soul.
His eyes lost their childish mold.
Such awe and delight devoured me.
Then he asked to kiss, using the words of his eyes.
The moment vanished.
I’m back to the present.
That was all his game.
He was jealous of his friends, and I was easy to play.