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Placed 1st in Contest
rain shine so divine
sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~
feet in leather boots
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Rain-shine sound patter
mad hatter
Alice lost in whimper drops
coatless with Rabbi Rabbit
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rainbow sheet covering
a fleet of SHIPs
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Rubrikain!
My chest tightens as I find myself without an umbrella. The wind in my face is refreshing.
My hands are cold and I'm holding them on my chest as if I'm desperately trying to draw more air into them.
I feel the rain on my cheek, and I keep my head up, but it's only sprinkling. My backpack is gone; I was too distracted by my friend's thick voice to pay attention. With each downpour I walk more closely
with the trees and the rain keeps falling. There's an unearthly glow around me, much like the gash I made in the sky. The air is thick, and my body seems to move in slow motion. I keep getting closer to the storm.
As I approach the beach I realize I don't have an umbrella, which is okay since I don't have any friends.
I see the rows of umbrellas attached to random people who are in such a hurry to get where they're going that they don't realize that a hurricane has hit. As I stand next to them I realize how utterly alone I am in my life. I am nothing without you. I feel helpless, like I am in this storm alone. I stand next to you until you finally notice me and look over at me. The rain is falling harder, and I see the ground is beginning to swell. You ask me what I'm doing, but before I can answer you step back and turn your back to me.
After a few seconds, you turn to me again, but this time your face is tear-stained. You open your arms for a hug, and I walk into them. The world around us, while still extremely wet, stops moving. I'm in your arms as the water floods through our t-shirts and seeps into our skin. It's cold, but we stay in the puddle, arms wrapped around each other, until the storm ends. We break away from the hug and look at each other in the ocean of tears
that were once covering your face. You smile and lean in to kiss my my forehead. You smile and tell me I should have asked if I could come with you. Your embrace was everything I could ever hope for. There are no other words to describe it.
Oh Rubrikain!
I kiss your forehead. It's a goodbye kiss. You open your eyes and smile. You make a big gulping noise, and throw yourself into the ocean. The water covers me and I begin to sink with you into the abyss. I hope that you'll find your way back to me. Follow You open your arms for a hug, and I walk into them.
The world around us, while still extremely wet, I knew .
:: 03.05.2022 ::\
I run through the white
Winter snow
Running from you
You want me to do horrible things
With you
Trudging through snow
Very hard thing to do
You shout out my name
I keep going
A shot is fired
I scream
It hadn't hit me
You call my name
Telling me to come back
I don't listen
To you
If I come back
You'll hit me
You'll make my life even worst
Than before
Another shot is fired
It hits my hand
I scream in pain
I almost fall
But keep going
I know
I will not get away
Never have
Never will
You put drugs in my food
Make me almost paralyzed
Unable to fight you off
I can't feel a thing
Except your heavy weight on me
I try to scream
Your mouth covers mine
I hate you for that
Not letting me speak
On my own
I hear a noise
It's your belt
Coming undone
You take your shirt off
Unbutton mine
You start kissing my chest
My face is covered in tears
I want you off of me
Then you get off
I look at you
You're staring at me
Taking your jeans off
You grab my legs
I try to keep them shut
You just open them again
You rub yourself
Against me
I try to scream again
You put your hand over my mouth
And start to laugh
Telling me to be quiet
You unbutton my jeans
Unzip my zipper
And slide them down my legs
Im completly naked
So are you
I close my legs one more time
You yank them open
Telling me Im being difficult
You lay down on me
And bite my lips
You go down
Lower lower
You bite my neck
You bite my breasts
You are a sick person
You look down
And make it go in
In and out
In and out
I start to sob
You start to laugh
I hate you
I hate you so much
You scream out my name
My hand hurts so much
Im losing blood
Too much
You shoot one last time
It hits my side
I scream and fall
I lay their
Wanting to get this over with
I put my hand to my side
Pull it back
I see blood
I hear crunching snow
You're coming closer
You roll me over
I stare into your eyes
They are black
Lifeless eyes
You start to yell at me
You hit me
Many many times
Snow starts to fall
Down on my face
Everything is getting darker
Its almost pitch black
One last strike
I died
You keep hitting me
Even though you know
Im dead
You step back to look
At my body
You see the scars and marks
You created
Then you see
My blood
Going around my body
That white snow
I fell in
Is now
Nothing but
A red puddle
Of slush
Form:
Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Momma
She doesn’t want to hear from me no more
I'm tired, she cried
Pointed me in a direction
But I see that door
Would it be selfish on my part
To grip her palms and ask for more?
Though it's not on her chest
She simply hopes that her customers tip the best
If I said she hated me
I wonder would she put these lips to rest
In this post digital life
I got an email from a past friend
Point the icon to reply
Started to type but I had no words to send
Like a small whisper it said love won't last
As if to hold my head I didn't bother to ask
Rub the hurt
To keep her above the dirt
She tried
She held on with what she could
Until she died
I said I'd never shed a tear
But I lied
I took her hand and cried
Before you leave this story alone
Maybe there's something you could do
To piece together the worry at home
In moments that it really counted
I guess I just would not listen
At times when I should have softened
My heart did nothing but stiffen
I guess that's just the way life is
Think about what you love and lost
What was once yours was always his
I never saw her but once
But she never forgot
To send me peace on my birthday
Sometimes I wonder
Did she lose me in her worst ways
Then again
There isn’t much I can say
She tried
She held on the best she could
Until she died
I said I'd never shed a tear
But I lied
I took her hand and cried
With a little help from you
We put together withered ends of a string
In better hope that one day, one of us
Would suffer once more to hear the other sing
Sometimes fantasies are life
But most of the time
You just want to find intimacy with your wife
I'm not trying to make amends
But it's all over when it ends
So love your child
Make your everyday float above his smiles
I couldn't sympathize for your illness
For every person maintains their own struggle
So wipe away your tears
Let us not become absorbed by the puddle
Keep doing what you do
no one can stop you from pursuing it but you
The consequences, the awards
I'll happily push my cart
Further down the morgue
So close your eyes
If I were to take my last breath
I'd still wish you the best
She tried
She held on with what she could
Until she died
I said I'd never shed a tear
But I lied
I took her hand and cried
How seeing the smile on his face
How it exposes the dimples he tries to hide
And it goes up to his eyes
To catch a glimpse of it
Makes my heart smile
That all it takes is a few words
To turn my day around
A few words to bring a smile
A few words to make me laugh
He does that to me
Does he even know what he does to me?
How when I am wrapped in his arms
The world fades away
It’s just us there existing
The safety and security I feel
The warmth of him
So comforting
In his arms I feel at home
And for that moment in time
Nothing seems to be missing
And life feels complete
Does he even know what he does to me?
When I look into his eyes
And he doesn’t look away
And stares right back into mine
How my breath catches in my throat
He doesn’t really know
Just how beautiful his eyes really are
How they see deep into my soul
How there’s a puddle at my feet
From the thawing of the ice around my heart
Does he even know what he does to me?
Even when I can’t think my day can worsen
All it takes is just the right words
From him to change my entire attitude
For him to bring a smile to my face
For him to bring a laugh in my throat
And that he wants nothing more
Than to be here to wipe away my tears
Does he even know what he does to me?
That I still get butterflies when I am waiting
Waiting to see him again
That my heart races and my palms sweat
It’s like sweet chaos inside of me
Then there he is and we embrace
And my hands tremble from it all
My voice quivers as much as I fight it
Because it’s so hard to contain my excitement
Does he even know what he does to me?
That he makes me feel free to let go
To show him the things I’ve hidden away
To want to take off the masks I’ve worn
To feel like I can let it all out and cry
That he brings out the best in me
How he is breaking these chains that bind
How he’s helping to heal these wounds of mine
If he only knew the comfort I felt
If he only knew how fast my heart races
If he only knew how much I want him here
If he only knew he’s the first person I think of when I wake
If he only knew he’s the last person I think of when I sleep
If he only knew this yearning inside
If he only knew how this wall is crumbling
If he only knew how my life is so much better
If he only knew of the happiness he gives me
Then he would know just what he does to me....
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL.
teardrops in her arms-
woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g
DEATH by suicide
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK.
one final goodbye-
not enough pure love from me
two dead souls bleeding
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK.
suffered from regret-
too flawed and b r o k e n to heal
sister’s forever
~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~
Date Written: June 21, 2016
My heart is pounding in my chest real loud
The moment we met eye to eye in a crowd
Expressing myself in bizarre ways you don't understand
Obsessing with the past and I've lost my head in a long lost land
Mere frustration,
Taking advantage of me
Kill lamentation...
Rubble of trouble
Is what I tread on these days
I'm a grief puddle
Try to change me
Be careful, I might bite
I wanna be a part of your nightmares and haunt you with spooky glee
I might explode
Don't try my patience
Fighting an uphill battle
Racing with a thousand cattle
I'm not a good blood anymore
You are the mysterious island I explore
Speechless all the time
It's distressing honestly
Collecting gross grime
Forgiveness I need
I pray for humility
To get rid of greed
I cross my heart and I pray to God I'll be with you as long as I live
You keep telling me your insecurities and downfalls...and I'm submissive
I wear you in my memory like a tattoo on rough skin
Stay with me forever, I don't want this night to end - you're my friend and kin
I died a thousand times, trying to figure out my purpose in life
Tragedy in reverse cuts me like a jagged knife...tearing me into pieces of misery and strife
I need your sympathy and your inspiration right now
Life ain't easy, I get it, but I'm falling apart somehow
I look at you and you are the desire fire that begins to burn
Forgiveness is what you give me in return...I watch my oceans of tears churn
Is it my turn to be by your side when you're fading away?
You and I are drifting into our mindless fantasy
Faith and praise I owe
To God Most High, my Father
Who has gracious glow
Neglecting His Word -
I'm sorry I was in vain
I'm a caged-up bird
Diligence in prayer -
Haven't accomplished it yet
Angry...in error...
You walked away
You vanished suddenly
I lost the race today
Slowly, recharging my bravery
I didn't mean to start a riot
Compared to you, I'm nothing special
You were the warrior that was fought
While you're on your journey, I'll be standing tall
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Trying to forget the shadows of you,
Deeling with fealings out of the blue
Deeling with fealings that are revealing my true colors...
My wild, reckless natures...it's hard to find emotional cures
A poem is a mirror.
A ?o??i?.
A yes-I-can with crayons the color of Tachyons,
rushing out of whirl’ds where past-meets-future,
reaching for-words…
yet going back-words for some more.
It makes reflections, like a ripple,
but you’re at zero-point too,
where the puddle tessellates to a past in the future you,
and you reflect it back-words and for-words
’til it reverberates…
right there.
Now.
Here.
Like an invertendo-innuendo that’s an in-your-face…
?o??i?.
And this mirror-Kah… it rackles with the spirit of the times.
This mirror… reciprocates.
And everything recorded is written everywhere for anyone to see—
a hit-list for the insurgents,
a collapse scenario for the empire,
as the top one-percent feed the roots of alien, alternative… cycles.
But listen.
‘I see you, you see me’
and maybe together we’re spied-upon in an irony
of what it’s like not to be truly free.
So we carry on.
In a more human innuendo,
a more momento-mori story,
mirroring each other… more merrily.
Another cycle of the Sun,
rollin’ ’round the earth ‘yer on,
then in cycles turned your way,
yes, another day…
where cycles in the Sun are glimmerings on the Sea,
making many reflections,
and sympathetic tessellations vibrate in our oceanic-brain,
where the orbits perigee,
where we learn the lessons of leaving behind
and faltering forward,
where we would-if-I-could be the king who would be a man,
riding these cycles of the Sun by the Sea,
going on this way…
over and over…
mirrorly.
So thank-you, Poets.
For the many reflections.
For the big-hearted yawp of freedom to be who you want to be.
Thank you for sharing your wrought-out ramblings
where my meaning-making takes a rest
and instead, with great exaltation, I surrender
to how you all ‘fess-up and down and around
and always… with a wry wit in it.
It’s bright.
It echoes the numinous in-us.
The euphoric-eunoia.
The bright language of connecting,
an authentic friending in a lightning look…
in intertextual-fugues,
invertendo-innuendos,
or mirrorly… by-the-book.
So is that it then?
This eunoia-euphoria…
this urge-to-merge?
Is that it?
Expressed in longing waves,
swelling in each other as sister and brother?
Is that it?
When you’ve engaged both sides of the brain…
the scholar and the minstrel…
is that the euphoria we’re after?
There lived an old lady
On Widegulley Street
Who owned a black cat
With little white feet.
One Halloween night,
She formed a cute plan
To dip the cat’s feet
In black paint in a pan.
With her fully black cat
Tucked under her arm,
She dressed as a witch,
Complete with some charms.
Out on her porch
She stood waiting to greet
All the girls and boys
Who’d soon come trick-or-treat.
From the old lady’s hands,
The cat wiggled free,
And fell to the ground,
Then took off down the street.
The cat sped on down
Towards the end of the road,
And on towards three boys
Exiting their abode.
The three boys were leaving
To go trick-or-treat
When they heard the patter
Of the cat’s little feet.
All three in the group
Were all superstitious,
So when they saw the cat,
They treated him vicious.
The three boys chased him
And tugged on his tail.
They grabbed him and caught him,
And drug him to the well.
They aimed to get rid
Of this “evil” black cat
By having one boy
Throw it in with the bats.
Before reaching the well,
The cat scratched the kid’s arm,
And the boy then dropped it
In fear of more harm.
The cat fled to a tree
Where it ran up it quickly.
All three boys followed,
And looked up at him sickly.
One of the boys
Began up the oak,
But he picked a wrong branch
That was too thin and broke.
He fell to the ground
Right on his behind
Then the cat leaped on down
And shot to the curbside.
The second boy bolted after
On the soft, squishy ground
Still wet from the rain
With puddles all ‘round.
He tripped on a root
And tumbled on down
Face down in a puddle
And came up with a frown.
The last child watched
As the cat hurried on.
Its feet splashed in a puddle
And the black paint was gone.
The young boy realized
They’d wasted their time.
Their night was near gone now
Because of their crime.
The cat scuttered home
And up to his keeper,
Where she picked him up
And treated him sweeter.
She took him inside
And placed him in the floor,
Then sat down with him
After closing the door.
In front of the fireplace,
They both stayed and rested,
Because on that night,
Their fear had been tested.
She was glad the cat was home,
And he was glad to be there.
Next Halloween night,
Both of them would beware.
4/14/2018