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Metamorphosis
Tracing footsteps in the overgrown field
where sunlight and raindrops date
Counting sticker burrs like lemon drops
in a candy counter display
Hitchhikers I remember them called,
lovers of socks and pant legs I think
Each with their own story to tell,
minute worries clinging to that last hope of life
The path, familiar but then again not,
it leads somewhere else now
Dragging shadows like kite strings,
knotted in the weave of its boundaries
Taking in my surroundings and releasing them
for another may find them useful as well,
I find still no sign of that last phrase,
spoken softly but misunderstood…is my understanding
A collection of stone and gravel stew
finds my shoe souls imaging in the dry dusty paste
Outlines of thoughts, perhaps poetry in oblong shapes and
perfect tread patterns stamped and posted,
showing no indication of my ever being here
Staring now at a cocoon on a lone branch, I see
what my life had been, dark and lonely, dreaming of the colors,
feeling confined but grateful for the transformation
You smiled, I smiled, my wings appeared and I flew,
as might a rainbow on a balloon, soaring until the tiniest speck
in the sky could be me or just something on your glasses
Light headed in a good way, free at last to define love,
the metamorphosis of my heart,
the changing of a man into more than he could hope to be,
seeking and finding that blossom,
sweet nectar, a sugary substance, love deep in the petals of life
Though, no one told me of the life span before hand,
no calendar hanging on my wall with circled dates highlighted in red,
nor a stamp of expiration anywhere on my heart,
good if used by…used by, funny I should write that now
as my attention rests still on this cocoon,
wondering where I went wrong,
somewhere on this path lies the answer…
for I once was a butterfly, just as you will be small cocoon,
at which time you will learn…
it is easier to fly with a heart that is unbroken
Can't take anymore,
scared to death,
No idea whats wrong,
why shes in such bad health,
doctor after doctor,
prescription after prescription,
14 years old,
all this pain,
yet her boyfriend is the only one who will listen,
its such a story,
her life its self,
abandoned by her parents who left,
holding her chest, coughing, choking on her tears,
no telling where mom and dad were, nonstop for years,
try to move on away from the past, 4 years from being grown,
concept so hard to grasp,
hurt and confusing everyday of her life,
all these emmotion she's always had to fight,
never failed to lay down and cry at night,
swolen cheeks and eyelids, when she finally woke,
noone noticed something was wrong,
noone even spoke,
walks to the shower to clean away the pain,
gets light headed, dizzy, suddenly faints,
screaming when she hits the ground,
as if she's going insane,
sitting on the couch,
getting yelled at for nothing,
her nails in her face,
scratching with no intentions of stopping,
thinking about the good times makes everything worse,
shes lost everything,
seems like nothing, like the devils curse.
such a "beautiful" girl, going thru so much stuff,
trying to live like snowwhite,
a gorgeous princess in a castle sail, stuck,
waiting for her prince charmings kiss,
to awaken her so fast,
to fight to fire breathing dragon,
and get her away so fast,
then take her the king and queen and show his mission complete,
a perfect knight in shining armor,
whos touch will make her weak,
fortunatley, ive found him
in him my heart will sink.
All my dreams have come reality,
my true love ive finally seen,
ever lasting love,
the kind that never ends,
Ive found my one and only,
forever my bestfriend,
hes cured my depression,
he's become my way out,
Ive told him my every confession,
he's here for me no dought,
when im 18 and read to leave,
i do have a place to go,
i'll knock on his door,
he'll grab my things,
with a kiss,
and a "welcome home"
Form:
The memories of every painful thing in my past came into my mind, flooding me with
sorrow and despair. It took me a while to take the razor apart with a sharp tack; I
accidentally stabbed myself a couple times. Finally I took it a part and went to the bathroom
not anticipating what came next. The pain didn’t come until long after the accident happened.
I took the razor and put it on my wrist… close to the veins that could easily betray me and
let me die. I slid it across way too fast and saw my skin bust open with blood and sticky
tissue that should not be shown… I cut too deep. I stopped bleeding after a long moment of
losing blood. It was almost time for my family teachers and the other girls to wake up, so I
staggered to the living room and threw myself on the couch. Finally my family teacher came
out; I slowly pulled myself up and walked slowly to the kitchen to talk to her, “I cut too
deep… I think I need to go to the hospital.” I said in a slow slur. She looked at my arm and
agreed with me and then put me in the car and drove… fast. When we got there they didn’t
take me in for a while and I got really tired sitting and waiting. When I finally got pulled in to
the back they asked me if I had any pain I said no because I was still in shock from the loss
of blood. When the doctor saw me he had to give me stitches and take my blood so I felt
even queasier and light headed. He had to give me ten stitches and internal stitches as well.
When we got home I was still light headed from lack of blood, but it didn’t matter, I was just
grateful to still be alive. i couldnt help but think of what i really wasnt losing, but that was
before i met my friend. he showed me how life works and how to play the game right. i now
understand why i have been losing. if it werent for him... i wouldve already been lost.
if you are reading this then you know who you are. i love you
Form:
I told my boss this was a job I didn’t relish
Reports so far deemed this Elfin war rather hellish.
Troops had crossed the border and entered the valley.
So far we didn’t have a death or injury tally.
I entered the tavern, only a mile from the enemy line.
The locals seemed relaxed and all seemed fine.
I sat at a table with three burly men drinking beer.
They didn't seem to mind me being here.
Introduced myself as a war correspondent.
After I ordered them all another beer they were very respondent.
Eager to tell me what they knew of the Elfin war.
At that time, I didn’t realize what I had in store.
I urged them to go on and tell me much more
Soon others in the pub, heard the tales and began to chip in.
First hand accounts of fighting they saw, I hardly knew where to begin.
Seems the fighting was very tactical. The rebels would advance to attack,
The allied Army was ready and their weapons would force them back.
Evidentially a local man, a sergeant of note, was injured by a blast.
He wandered in the way of a hand grenade, on his patrol as he passed.
Most stories were of artillery fire being heard in the morning hours.
Patrons of the tavern didn't seem too perturbed about the rebels powers.
Confidence reined in the army from what they could see.
The publican joined us with a round of beer saying these are free.
”Laddy, I am sure you’ll want to mention this home spun brew.
The best brewed beer and everyone loves it, your readers will too.
It’s called Ellery Tavern Lager. We make it right here in town.”
“He’ll only be interested if the mongrels burn the factory down”
I was feeling light headed, lost count of the number of beers I had.
Went to stand up and realized I was feeling rather shaky and quite bad.
My trusty tape recorder, had some good stories for me to write.
Wandering out to get some fresh air I took some photos before night.
I wish it was possible for you to actually love me for who I am... I wish you accepted me as much as you accepted all my abusive ex's.. I wish I had the guts to stand up to you without my anxiety heating my skin so hot I get light headed..
I wish I had the confidence to set clear boundaries with you, with out the fear of depression creeping in, pulling me into it's embrace.
I wish you were more proud of me than you are disappointed..
I wish you took my side once.. instead of telling me to suck it up, stick it out n see.
Whether it be a disrespectful boss, or an abusive boyfriend, you always have a validation or excuse waiting, I'm the one that's in the wrong.
And yet, your expectations of me are still very high, even tho I've never lived up to them.
I know I didn't follow in your footsteps in the church... But that shouldn't matter.
I know I'm not married with kids.. but that shouldn't matter.
I know I don't have an amazing job that covers your bills and mine, but that shouldn't matter.. you're my mom, my only parent left.
You should be building relationships, not breaking them more so..
I know you will never truly love me for who I am
I know you'll never truly be proud of me..
Even though I strive to hear you say it.
I know I will forever be your biggest disappointment. I do wonder if your life would've been easier if I was never born..
It would be one less problem in the family, one less thing stress trigger.
Your perfect golden boy son, who could do no wrong could practically be here every day that way..
How is it possible for you to be more proud and loving towards him... Than me?
I don't understand!
I'm the one that was forced to grow up... But expected to keep a cool head and forgive him?!
He's still loved and accepted by you unconditionally...
And somehow I still wish you could love me like that.
Ya'll know the story.
All the women who helped make the blanket all be came pregnant
all except for the guy's wife who originally wish to be pregnant.
The guys father came to him and told him
he should look to the market for some financial stability
maybe that would calm her nerves against financial instability.
He looked to him and laughed.
Well March of the following year a fella came to
the guy needing help. He had sps ankle and his wheat
needed ah-thrashing: he was under contract
and the bread company in town needed the bread before
the first week in March in order to meet the easter flour season.
The fella told the guy he could stay at his place for three to four days
with his wife and they could do the work together. It was only five days of work but he needed the help to comply with his contract. He would pay the two
Twenty gold coins and when the money from the Wheat company came:
he would pay them a greater sum!
Well they made a deal and they were off to thrash the wheat. They finished the work in four days
working day and night. When they came back home they were tired and happy to be home.
They made a night of there first day home and went to sleep.
Weeks went by and in Mid March the guy with the broken ankle came by to pay them. He gave them the check and the golden coins. The wife offered him some tea, he accepted and she went in the kitchen to retrieve it. The fellas were talking when the woman called out to her husband.
She said she needed help and felt light headed.
they took the woman to the hospital and found she was pregnant.
They were so excited that they would be parents by Christmas!
When they got back people from all around
came by to wish them luck.
Op.39 #15
Johann Brahmns
He found the road long and lonely.
From this seemingly endless trek to monotony,
He wished to enter a world, luminous and exciting;
A world spun in iridescent colors and shades.
He ventured to experiment with life
And in due course slipped into psychedelic pleasures.
As curls of cigarette smoke
Were expelled out from his nostrils
He floated on waves of psychedelic delight.
A buzzing sensation swept across all his nerves.
Overstepping the margins of reason
He slipped into a state of altered reality
Euphoria pulsed through his body from head to foot
Got transported into a fantasy world.
He savored the explosions of joy bubbles
And indulged in strange sensory delights.
The hippie culture cast a magic spell in him.
Fell in love with the insidious drug LSD
And often retreated into an illusory paradise,
With nothing tormenting his body or mind,
Reveling in the bliss of its comforting warmth.
The drug became part of his daily routine.
He experienced moments so surreal
Felt flying, floating and soaring in ether.
Living hallucinogenic, he didn’t know
How to keep himself sane or become light headed,
Without a hit of heroin or cocaine.
He was getting addicted to it day by day.
But the drug was slowly proving chaotic.
The pleasant short term therapeutic outcome of the drug
Was overshadowed by many of its tormenting effects
Exposed to irritability, fatigue, spasms and tremors,
He was becoming a menace to himself and others.
Relying on the drug always to fend off his affliction,
He was like an insect trapped in a web
And a hungry arachnid spinning shackles around him.
Thus, from psychedelic pleasures,
He moved into psychedelic trauma.
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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No one knows his name…
He is a villain though his back looks pitiful
because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled.
He dethroned his father to gain power.
He devoured his own offspring to satisfy his insatiable appetite.
He chopped ‘Present’ off with an axe sharpened with a stone
named ‘Past,’ and stamped on it with his limping leg, to make sure
that uncertain ‘Future’ would never be able to germinate.
You who survived today somehow,
should go to bed with the prayer for tomorrow as the sun goes down.
People step out from their homes with hope because the sun rises.
They get to their work place to earn a day’s living. They step into the manmade order, the gears, and after all the day’s skidding and crushing in the gears with missing teeth
they stop by a tavern, on the way home to relieve the day’s stresses,
where the glasses of booze are filled with drifting ripples.
It may be a blessed moment.
For ‘Present’ is granted in a light-headed haziness
from a few shots of whiskey; they see distorted yesterdays
and twisted tomorrows, and as the happy mood deepens
the comets with long tails crossing the skies fall into the little universe;
the glasses they hold in their hand.
As stars fall,
the limping Cronus hurriedly enters the tavern
and brandishes the axe to chop the happy drunkards’ heads off,
because he was left out in cold by the drunkards, who were in a happy mood.
Note: 1. Titan Cronus and personified chronos-time, are used as synonym 2. Cf: Goya. Saturn [Cronus] devouring one of his children
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
What on Earth inspired me
In life when I have to compete
I'm sometimes a little offbeat
This time I split words
Used meanings absurd
And wrote about menued horse meat
Reposting date: November 6th 2016
This contest: Take the dagger from my heart please - 3
Original contest: Horses
Original contest finalised: October 30th 2016