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My bed is next to me.
It’s not enough.
Carpeted floors tickle.
The fan is making me dizzy.
My parents are in their dreams.
I pretend to dream as well.
I suddenly jolt.
I could do it, I could walk into their room and start crying and screaming, out of control…
I take out my phone and text them.
They can check their messages in the morning.
And learn that I lost my mind.
But I don’t want to bug them for now.
“Hey I’m transcending reality, the fan is painful, my bed is crazy, I hate this room, it makes me remember,”
I hit send.
“Love you.”
I hit send.
A smiley face.
I hit send.
And feel a little better.
I texted her Thanksgiving.
Asked what she’s doing for a living.
I texted her on Christmas Day.
If she was doing ok.
I sometimes admit.
That I almost quit.
Trying to reach out to old friends.
But the holidays are when hope upends.
I texted her New Year’s Eve.
It feels like I was just raking the leaves.
But the cold has settled.
I almost want to backpedal.
I text her each holiday.
With not much to say.
Using exclamation points!
Hurts my finger joints.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Easter is all I can say!
Even the Fourth of July.
I want to talk, but simply say “hi.”
I texted her Thanksgiving, once more.
She sends a smiley face I adore.
I sent her a turkey back.
Old texts start to stack.
I decided to delete them right then.
If not now, then when?
I texted her Thanksgiving Day.
There’s not much more to say.
I am going to write about smiling
Why do you smile?
Is it because you like it?
Hmm what don't you like?
I can think of something you don't like
Uggh party pooper
Lol
Is it because you see me?
No I see myself
Conceited
Vain
No it's the truth
Is it because I make you smile?
No one can make me do anything
If I don't feel like it
I won't do it
Sure about that?
I can make you smile despite of yourself
I can make you do anything I want to
You wanna bet?
I can make you say cheese
and open your mouth
Did someone say you are the cheesiest?
No then I say it for you
You sweat cheese
smell cheese
Burning cheese
and taste of cheese
You are so cheese that I don't know what to do with you
Eat you
Yeah I'll eat you
Haha
Oh my gosh dream on
The world needs somebody like you
Don't be sleazy, cheesy, freezy
That's from the Titanic
That's before my time and your time
Be in the modern time
Back to where I am saying
What was I saying?
Yeah I can make you smile
But why?
You don't do anything for me
Give me one reason
Now you are talking
Now you can smile
Pat the Vampire Bat Gets Evicted
Pat the Vampire Bat
lived on 12 Oak Street, Elmwood.
It was a big flat.
He was one year behind in his rent. He’d spent
all his $$ on chips and on decorations
for his Halloween event.
So the landlord roared, ‘You have ZERO days
to GET OUT FOR GOOD! ZERO DAYS!
His eyes were, of course, ablaze.
‘OH! OH! OH! Will you let me stay here
if I pay you back? I love it here!
I don’t have anywhere to go far or near.
The other bats hate me,’ said Pat with great fear.
‘NO! NO! NO!
You’ll NEVER pay me back! GO!
This is my place! GO! GO! GO!
And, guess what—I’ll be taking away
all your Halloween things today!
As Pat was tightening his belt,
he couldn’t believe how angry he felt.
‘How can this problem be
solved? How can I be
here for good, and have my Halloween party?’ he
mulled over
and over.
So early the next day, just before Mr Grimm
came to get rid of him
for good, Pat had, with great relief,
worked out how he could stay. 'Such a relief!'
As soon as smiley Mr Grimm
came through the door,
Pat, with his wing, slapped Mr Grimm (the bore!)
out cold to the floor. And then he tore him
into pieces. Then he ate him.
Later Pat was sadly so
so
sick he couldn’t go
to his own Halloween event 'OHHHHH!'
I'm swinging on alcohol ,
Puffing smoke from day to dawn ,
Locomoting up steets to downtown,
Inquisitoring for that one pill .
Such pill to avail me sleep
But the doctors say they have such prescriptions .
I wake up everyday with chiliad of declinations ,
Accompanied by a storm of gazillion wishes ,
But still, this life keeps going .
I'm no longer myself no!
my gullet always craves to deglutite something ,
In the greeting of the sunlight
And the dawn of midnight
Who am i really ??
I once took a stand in life ,
Saw myself in such perfect family kind ,
But it seems to me ,i'm just against time .
I looked while my companions dying,helpless
I failed to pay heed at each funi ..
I got broken relationships,
But still i fail to fix ,
Now i got some bad habits i can't modify.
Such plane of success once booked , crushed in the middle of nowhere .
Today im here chasing this , that and the next after ,
How about this disease eating me in inches avery day ,
And still,the insomnia has no mercy for me .
I act smiley with such big belly
Wearing white teeth that speak hello tunes
But im dying ,slowly
Alone ,with nobody noticising
Who Am I,really ?
For three hours, I wait.
Is patient the word?
A friendly face, too soon?
Still, when your old
you have no time
for particulars, need to tell
your story to who will listen;
and walk miles and miles
of aisles in the dollar store
where your friend
never goes; and you tell
her about the rose;
and eventually
Mary and Martha meet,
having never crossed paths
before, and
probably nevermore this side
of heaven; and
the painstaking path
has been blocked.
For three hours I wait
to retreat, as
my husband texts me -
I mean I’m not that far away,
yet, time seems to travel.
Now, I’m quite familiar
with the products sold.
I bought a plastic box
(for a wig I used for my sister’s party);
a yellow, smiley face neck pillow,
nail wraps and nonpareils.
The jaunt of longsuffering,
surely was worth my time;
I survived. This was merely
the end of a very long day.
I’ll not bore you
with the unusual beginning.
Back home, I stuffed my face
and watched a show with my
husband. It was after seven.
I will see all of this reel as a real blessing
and be glad I didn’t stand anyone up.
I wear a smiley face, the sad world to cheer,
With a red smile painted across my face from ear to ear.
My shoes are monstrous, my laugh billows, raucous out loud.
I'm the jester dancing in your face to please the crowd.
But deep within this masked disguise of paint,
Something inside has died, that's neither funny, silly nor quaint.
For the tears painted on my face are not fake but real,
For I cannot shed the dark cloud's doom, and its thunderous peal.
Playing the fool, clowning around is a shield,
For the somber dark sadness felt within and revealed,
When the tears of clowns roll down my painted cheeks.
Warm, wet and fresh, as the sadness within wells-up, and bleats.
People ask, people pry,
People come, people try.
Yet the sadness hidden inside remains unspoken,
behind the masks, their silence faithfully unbroken.
Conversations masked with laughter,
Concerns diverted, dispersed soon after.
Is it a mask? Is it real?
No one (not even themselves) knows what they conceal.
Yesterday the sun shone bright,
Today the clouds drown out the light.
Tomorrow, they’ll wear a smiley face,
A painted smile, for others’ sake.
News flash, people jump,
Embracing shadows, feeling numb.
When will the rainbow break the gloom?
(It’s always the ones you don’t expect,
Who stand on the edge of that cold ledge)
Okay good people, time for some giggles
To maintain my smiley countenance
Could it be I was born to spread laughter
To brighten each day per chance
If that's true, I take this honour seriously
Every day I'll try giving it my best
Spreading sunshine with uplifting words
Roaring and beating my chest
One thing I've realized in all my long years
Each day is an absolute treasure
We must always maintain a positive outlook
This joy is impossible to measure
So now you know what makes this guy tick
Quite simply, no hidden agenda
Just getting through from point A to B
While maintaining my happy hacienda
© Jack Ellison 2015
Keep on knocking and shouting
because I won't open the door;
ring the bell, I won't be answering...
this guy is not your Mr. right.
who doesn't squander money to get
what single men can't with a dollar.
That random Joe is me! Oh, change
your perception of me, I don't buy
love but give it expecting it back;
your obsession is way out of range,
your anxiety worries me , Im a wreck!
No, no delusional girl all you do is cry!
I'm no millionare, I own no racetrack!
You expect me to take you on all-year cruise,
gaze at stars and hug you in the breezy night;
only simple things I can offer you, oh, sweet muse...
there are no kisses hotter that yours in twilight!
That random Joe is me! Bright dreams billow
out around you, throw away the dream pillow:
give up the illusion of a mansion in Hollywood...
this is not smiley Tom Cruise who keeps his word!
Written on 8/ 7/2017