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***Crazy Menagerie***
I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie
He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and relax...he sure was being sneaky!
I thought the word "menagerie" was just an exaggeration,
but goodness me, I almost fainted when I was greeted by a python!
He just lay there by the foyer, quite snug as a bug on the rug
So I carefully stepped over it, and planned to make tea for my mug
I headed to the kitchen, when I heard something go squeak! squeak!
What was that? I wondered, then I let out a bloodcurdling shriek!
It flew right over my head, yikes, another one got me all panicky
My eyes bugged out as I realized that he had a couple of paniki*!!
I went rushing out the kitchen and ran straight into an aquarium
No cool fishies here, just mousies out of equilibrium
They were jumping up and down now, trying to escape
when I heard a suspicious grunt, it sounded like an ape!!
I was so scared to search for it, but curiosity won out
So I opened doors and cabinets, when I ran smack into a snout!
Ewwwww, I just realized that I just kissed an ugly pig!
I then remembered he kept one to go on truffle digs!
He said he had a cat though? Where were the common pets?
Ah, there it is; here, kitty, kitty, when I saw it was a ferret!
It was doing this weird dance, it hopped then bumped into me
I wigged out, then stepped right on the tail of that poor kitty!!
It lunged at me and I fell back onto aquarium glass
of course it had to teeter totter and I was too late, alas!!
It just hit the marble floor, then I heard that sickening crash
Mousies all over me!!! Shook my head till I got whiplash
The cat was now scratching me, I was screaming 'till my throat was sore,
This was a total nightmare, that snake was blocking that damn door!!
My eyes were like leaking faucets, I had thick tears, I didn't know?
When I wiped off my cheeks, I found out it was icky guano!!
Boohoo, sniffle, snuffle--am I never getting out of here?!?
Dang Chris says he'll be back in a week, will just drown myself in beer.
* paniki=bats
** for Sharon's Pet-sit Panics contest
We leave on vacation to see the Grand Canyon
I ask my son when is the last time ha changed his socks, his feet smell like
salmon
My wife laughs and says that isn't his feet, it's his breath
I tell her no more equate toothpaste, we're switching to Crest
My wife says in a panicky voice, I forgot my social life line
I tell her to calm down, everything will be fine
She says, turn around and head toward home with the speed of a Russian Mig
We can't take this trip, I can't be without my wig
One hour and two tickets later we finally arrive back home
Now she has her wig in hand and her voice has a nice, calm tone
She says what are we waiting for, let's be on our way
It's only 9:30am, it's already been a long, long day
Now we are back to the area where we had to turn around
I remember that singles club called Lost and Found
As evening settles in, we stop by an eatery called The Autumn Twig
She says please bear with me as I put on my wig
My son and I sit in the car quietly, as we are close to death from a lack of food
My wife tells us let's enjoy our vacation, you two need to adjust your attitudes
We sit in the car and watch as people come out of this greasy spoon diner
I keep reading their slogan, If you're lookin' for rib stickin' food ain't none finer
I keep having these visions of me at the table, eating so much, my wife and son
call me a pig
Finally she is done fixing her wig
I watch in horror as the Diner's lights go off
My dream is gone, no pig, no trough
She says in disgust, that's just great, where can we get a bite to eat now
I tell her about a barbecue joint five up the road called Four Sides of a Cow
She says okay, but I could not belive what she just did
She smiles and says I told you everything will be okay, as she removes her wig
We arrive outside the place rated as some of the best barbecue around
She throws her wig on the dash and laughs like a circus clown
She says my hunger has taken over, I believe she's flipped her lid
She says let's go on inside, these people don't know me, they have never seen
me without my wig
its just a black whole yet its pulling me deeper
there is no way to escape
I'm just another permanent keeper
so i give it what i got and i try to fight
i try and try with all my might
it all ends the same I'm not strong enough to fight
in the far distance i see a bright light
but its just false tormenting sight
I'm pulling myself together then its blowing me apart
faster than a speeding bullet or a tranquilizing dart
there trying to get me through it but its making me worse
i feel so alone and it makes me feel cursed
my pulse is getting stronger
death is quick but wont stop to wonder
the pain it causes like loud thunder
it screams in sight but leaves children to ponder
i start to fall deeper and deeper
and it gets me feel weaker
my heart and lungs moving faster and faster
yet my suffering just keeps getting longer and longer
i feel my sanity seeping from my grip
i try to reach it but my soul starts to rip
all this pressure my knees start to buckle
and here i am a one-man shuttle
I'm zooming out of reach of my sanity
and sight of it makes me feel more and more panicky
but my head is held high and i cant admit defeat
even when the blood of an innocent starts to leak
I'm trapped in here with noway out
and there all out there trying to break me out
heart cant take the pain and starts to crumble
my feet cant move so instead i stumble
I'm locked in yet i feel locked out
my heart and soul it starts to shout
then i see the knife like the glorious sun
my chance to get out its my my only one
i held the sharp metal to my skin
my life flashes before my life full of sin
i wake up now and I'm breathing quite fast
people they fall and shatter beyond repair
but we don't go near not even for a dare
its not our business so we leave it alone
even if its us that can finally bring them home.
the day now breaks in to the early morn
just a dream i think as a look at the dawn
they fort to guarantee that you may survive
like spider webs suck with the desperate flies
it's enough to cause your soul could rip
like a barely young adult being stripped
Magical Ravenshoe
A Short Story
by David Armstrong
Lolly Pops looked at the peculiar rock in his hands and felt ecstatic.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved magical Ravenshoe with its melted, mute mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lusty Busty. Lusty was a caring teacher with dirty hands and grubby fingernails.
Lolly gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a gracious, snooty, beer drinker with handsome hands and tall fingernails. His friends saw him as a panicky, plastic patient. Once, he had even helped a scary chicken cross the road.
But not even a gracious person who had once helped a scary chicken cross the road, was prepared for what Lusty had in store today.
The clouds danced like laughing ostriches, making Lolly sparkly.
As Lolly stepped outside and Lusty came closer, he could see the resonant glint in her eye.
"Look Lolly," growled Lusty, with a thoughtful glare that reminded Lolly of caring koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 6204 gold pieces."
Lolly looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the peculiar rock. "Lusty, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two prickly, pleasant puppies singing at a very admirable birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two brutal uncles walking to the beat.
Lolly regarded Lusty's dirty hands and grubby fingernails. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Lusty glared. "Do you want me to shove that peculiar rock where the sun don't shine?"
Lolly promptly remembered his gracious and snooty values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Lusty looked stressed, her wallet blushing like a new, nervous newspaper.
Then Lusty came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END
Form:
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
(when living nightmare pierced real time
thus engendering the following rhyme)
adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast
with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap,
which debilitating anxiety doth outlast
means to cope (thunder and dumb struck)
with stranger mental things
at expressed vertigo, nausea, racing heartbeat
ogres recreated tormented, torpedoed, tortured
most decades from my yesteryear,
which aye presumed long passed.
now, within my head "guerilla"
warring faction
lobs a grenade followed by "bombs away"
broadside finding this body electric doing
a kamikaze nosedive into sick bay
where major organs suffer direct hit
analogous to a giant fist
smashing pumpkins,
sans thine flesh as if clay,
which psychic sortie plagues my ability
to function reduced
tub bing bedridden one day
approximately one week ago
from this thirtieth of April
tooth house sand ate teen gray
ting, grinding, and grounding with figurative
threshing blades employed
to winnow chaff from hay
literally crushing willpower,
where invisible jaws
of sharpened steel interlay
atop pulling stalwart garrison strafed,
(akin to a crash test dummy) named Jay
Walking to become blindsided
obliterating every last trace to stay alive
hence, this emergency transmission,
viz this bloke communicating
desperate plaintive wail,
that I haint okay
with plea PLEASE HELP
this tortured soul on verge pray
begging tubby rescued before drowning
like a panicky gull clay pigeon,
and buoy albatross
strangling me far distant from any quay
quickly sinking spirits,
abducted via fiendish runaway!
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Ramah Prince looked at the warped ruler in his hands and felt sparkly.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Kenya with its ordinary, open oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suhail Faizal. Suhail was an admirable rover with grubby arms and squat toenails.
Ramah gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an energetic, patient, squash drinker with solid arms and moist toenails. His friends saw him as an adorable, ancient author. Once, he had even saved a wet puppy that was stuck in a drain.
But not even an energetic person who had once saved a wet puppy that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Suhail had in store today.
The snow flurried like chatting frogs, making Ramah stable.
As Ramah stepped outside and Suhail came closer, he could see the attractive glint in his eye.
Suhail gazed with the affection of 3867 incredible moaning monkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."
Ramah looked back, even more stable and still fingering the warped ruler. "Suhail, what's up Doc," he replied.
They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two panicky, petite puppies loving at a very tight-fisted wedding, which had R & B music playing in the background and two splendid uncles shouting to the beat.
Ramah regarded Suhail's grubby arms and squat toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ramah with a delighted grin.
Suhail looked happy, his emotions blushing like a numerous, naughty newspaper.
Then Suhail came inside for a nice beaker of squash.
THE END
When going out it frightens me,
I can feel the tension as it builds
Like clash of the titans, the anxiety,
It now feels like it's war of the worlds
My mouth becomes dry, my lips, I lick
This feeling like I'm going to collapse
I'll health, a situation where I feel sick
Again this now feels like it's a relapse
And when your always stuck in that cue
And all you then want is to get from a - b
It always feels like a rush to get through
That’s when I started to feel so panicky
I can't breathe ,that feeling a loss of air
That’s how it did feel when I was outside
Just wanting to leave get on out of there
But trying to find my self a place to hide
It got even worse, my eye sight went blurry
That’s when everything started to turn black
Should I then see the nurse it was so scary
I thought here again it's another panic attack
When ever I'm in these large open spaces
That is something that get's me so annoyed
When looking at you all these different faces
That is what always makes me so paranoid.
Parts of this were taken from an old poem idea I rewrote and scaped so many times
called misshaps felt this better as descibes tha event but how I do get at times even now
but again like others up dating put into better context OPEN SPACES
WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVIDSCOTT FEB MARCH 2013 ,,,,,,,,,,inspierd by past present situations
and friends family at those times
PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME IF THIS TO LONG I FEEL IS BUT ALSO WANTED TO GIVE A LITTLE INSIGHT TO
TME AND SPACE ETC WITHOUT REPEATING MY SELF???
Anxiety, the constant feeling of doom
Its like you can’t even come out of your room
most days I’m panicky and anxious
and I think to myself it’ll never get better
I get told quit being so under the weather
So I try to think about things that make me happy but my brain starts to fade those memories
I put on a smile and tell myself it’ll be okay when my mind tells me it’ll be this way for centuries.
The feeling of constantly overthinking about attacks and the feeling of anxiety is so tiring and overwhelming.
“nothings wrong with you”,”you’ll be okay”, “think happy thoughts” they keep telling me.
my mind is like you're in a black room and every bad thing that has ever happened, every nightmare you’ve experienced is inside with you, there’s no escape and they keep coming closer and closer until they finally get you.
I come home from school and go straight to my bed I don’t want to but I have nothing else to do
and I wonder does this happens to everyone else too?
It's sad because it takes time to train your brain and I don’t even have that figured out yet
I’m not even sure how to cope with it so I try not to give it a sweat
Anxiety is the worst feeling I've experienced so far, forget about all the bad that’s happened to me
my mind is so much more powerful than anything and hoping I can just be free
Free, what I hope I can be without all the doubt and negativity I want out.
Out of my head, out of my bed please let me be free from this thing inside my head.
I’ve taken medicine, I've talked to people, and nothing seems to heal it.
Maybe this will just go on forever and I won't ever know how to cope with it.