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overprotective
like ink in a scar tissue
you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life
and gave me your life mask as a present
now I have an owl in my iris
you've cloak me in aluminum foil
so I can be preserved for later
and settled in the last drawer
to watch patiently how you consume
some other, tender pieces
as my vascular system hinders your digestion
waiting hidden under this metal sheet
through cheap fragrances I'm covering the indications of putrefaction
just in case you decide
to place
one more plate
mine
but you've settled me in the last drawer
where surfaces freeze the most
of our muscles
to the bones
bones become unsteady
a fire whirl has thrown us out of balance
now we're seeking
desperately for solid ground
to lean back
as the option of leaning on one another
is off the table
We sat beneath a night sky of graduated charcoals, blacks and interstellar blues. Fall’s begun its indispensable work, banishing the harsh sun, the creepy lanternflies and hot summer nights.
The stars seemed hesitant tonight, like they feared the sun might change its mind, reverse its course and run them back off - except one, which Peter says is Jupiter (and therefore not a star at all).
We were (Peter, Sunny, Anna and I), studying, in our fold-up lounge chairs and reading by little kindle lights clipped on our books. Leong’s there too - supposedly studying - but in reality, she was waiting for her date.
Leong and Sile have been flirting since last year and tonight’s their first, official date. Leong’s never been on a western date before or ever been alone with a boy in a car. She’s only seen romance in movies or from afar, like an astronomer viewing a distant moon through a telescope.
Her outfit, though casual, was coalesced from six wardrobes and no king or questing knight has ever been dressed more carefully or with greater ceremony. She even positioned her chair at a carefully chosen angle, to show her, initially, in her best light - “Zhù ni hao yùn!” She insisted (It’s good luck).
She’s a gorgeous, brilliant, amazing woman with a razor-thin veneer of amorous confidence. I know my nerves playup when I’m uncertain about things, but Leong’s playing it off, acting casual.. ish.
Finally, with an almost physical jolt, she saw him enter the quad. As he approached, his every aspect was scrutinized by vigilant, overprotective roommates. The air was filled with the whispered buzz of shared analysis.
Soon they were walking off together and chuckling at something we couldn’t hear. It’s funny, I’ve never felt so much like a parent.
In 1967, Magog was no thriving town. Dad had lost his job due to the company’s closure so he accepted a transfer to Sudbury and our destiny took a turn.
I was nine and my family’s move affected me in so many ways. I was torn from my beloved grand-mother, my extended family, my little friends and a school where I excelled. We even had to leave behind our piano. They were now all five hundred miles away.
Had we not moved, cousins would have invited me to many parties and weddings over the years. I would have participated in the daily lives of aunts and uncles. I would have had more role models. I would have had my choice of shoulders to cry on and sounding boards for life’s decisions. I’m sure that I would have married young, become a teacher and been blessed with many children.
But from the perspective of my parents, moving was both scary and exciting.
Scary? Mom was only twenty-nine, with six young kids aged two to nine. My parents gave up the close-knit circle of family and friends to move to a tiny country house in dire need of fixing up. They would have to rough it out with less than the bare essentials, not even running water!
Exciting? Yes, finally be free of a meddlesome overprotective mother-in-law, free from social obligations, commitments and rules. No longer having to keep up with the Jones, but about to live the Swiss family Robinson experience on their own terms. Overwhelmed no doubt with a new sense of adventure and freedom, but here was their opportunity to be creative, tackle challenges, build from the ground up, live off the land as best they could. They were truly masters of their own destiny.
. flying solo
. no safety net
. doing it our way
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021
It's too many different spirits within me
My personality is constantly shifting
I'm the most humble but act different next minute
I'll admit it I'm twisted
Tell me to act innocent on my living sisters I'll kill it
Dead ass until the point we get to speak and I kill it
Looks are deceiving no kidding
But we all have our days
And we all have our ways
Different character traits, we all have a part to play
We all got something to say
A Piece of me I can share
The rest of me I'm ashamed to show I pretend it ain't there
So I pretend to be open
I pretend to be clear
To the piece of you that's probably just pretending to care
When there's a piece of you judging me I can hear it in there
Hiding from a piece of me that a piece of you fears
Words they fly right out my mouth
But not as good as they sound
You pick it up where I put it down
You just another one down..
Yeah
You have to see where I'm coming from to get what I'm gunning for
I'd have to open up my heart and show you a couple sores
But until you uncover yours
I'm overprotective with that
I won't let you touch the soul
I won't let you judge the core
I'm sensitive
I know betrayal like I know my siblings
Like an insecure girlfriend knows a hickey
So it's hard to know which person to trust
So when you ask me about the personal stuff my response is always good as scripted
I choose to trust I don't owe it to no-one
Figured I might just be better off as a loner
It's crazy, world's getting colder and colder.
stand right here in front of me
and tell me that you love me
then follow with you respect me
then follow with you TRUST ME
cause right now it's gone from bad to worse
your shovin me in this hurse
like a game?
I'm just hurt.
it's like your overprotective but at the same time it's worthless
you can't run my life,
but you can sure as hell try
and come close to it.
hate to break it to ya
but im a grown girl,
a grown adult
you have to stop this twirl
that is circling like a merry-go-round!
i can't be sound,
can't be tame
it's no longer a game!
you once said you wanted to have a close relationship,
well guess what,
you're pushing me out,
without even thinking,
in the heat of a moment
and
I'll be gone before you know it
gone before you realize;
that once when we could talk,
once when it wasn't opinionated,
once when you were sincere instead of tuning my heart out
is about to be forgotten,
down a sewage drain,
out the back-door.
Your controlling ways have done nothing but tore
the lining to my emotions,
its ripped, ripped away
and the only way to protect beneath that lining
is to get the hell out.
save my soul before you try to take over it all
ruining the experiences I WANT to have,
you don't get it
you don't want to
and after all of this
even if i surrender over my happiness
it wont be enough,
there will be more-
and with more there will be higher expectations
and lower for others
it's like I have to impress the queen
when all i want back
is you.
A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.
I am moody, clingy and oversensitive.
It's how I show being dependable.
I'm self-absorbed,but responsive.
That's how I dealt life like a whirlwind.
I'm a woman of strength,
But my strength is my weakness.
Sometimes I can't let go of things.
Sometimes I'm overprotective.
I'm an independent human being,
I love extreme challenges.
But when the rain falls to my face,
I rush like waterfalls in stream.
I am loyal to anyone who appreciates me,
I can make everyone feels good and loved.
I'm a friend you can count on round' a clock.
I can listen to any problem 'bout heart.
Though life is sometimes not even,
I still have power to look up.
Then face the new beginning,
With a huge smile that lasts.
It started out slow
And then it got serious.
I thought it was just a game until you called me kitten
Feelings got in the way when I saw your face
You were trouble from the beginning and I knew it
Using your words in a way to tease and seduce me
Many limits were pushed when I talked with you
Sweet, peaceful and innocent turned into naughty, scary and real
Nobody knew, you were my little secret
Until I was told that you loved me
Perhaps you really did, but then you got clingy
Which turned into overprotective
You made me think that you were all I needed
Getting scared was next to normal and at first it was fun
But unblocking you and allowing you to call me baby was my mistake
Fear made me answer and apologize
Your gas-lighting and guilt tripping made me think it was my fault
When I promised I would not leave, it was a trap
Laying that trap for myself was terrifying
Even though I loved you, I had to let go
The toxicity was suffocating
I do not regret backing away, deleting and blocking you
As a matter of fact, I am proud of me
Thank you for making me stronger and teaching me what my worth is
You were the mistake that needed to happen