you can't diss me if i don't think i'm dissable...
you can't shun me if i don't think i'm shunnable...
you can't yank my chain if i don't think i'm yankable...
and...
you can't love me if i don't think i'm lovable.
The End
Candlelight And Caviar
Luxury, wealth and sophistication
describe my exquisite fascination.
Rare to find in the out of doors
rich in passion behind closed doors.
Dress me in silk, cashmere and satin
whisk me to Paris, wrap me in fashion.
Feminine accessories from professionally styled hair
to painted, pedicure toes.
Powerful passion, swigs of lavender arouse the nose.
Slap a crown on my precious head
and call me the queen.
I'm royalty, please pass me the cream.
Step into my stretch limo
drinks are on the house.
Invite your friends and neighbors
can't wait to meet the spouse.
Purple/for Nette Onclaud's Color My World/by Jenny Emelander 7/11/2011
Who is the man in my reflected glass
Whose tiny thumbs tickle my throat and tie
From room to room I watch him as I pass
Holding his pain as if he wants to die
I use to shave him just to see his skin
But now his head and face is full of hair
One could compare his likeness as my twin
As I adopt his cold and eerie glare
For hours he cries with eye drops from my eyes
Often he spies...reflecting from the light
With my disguise he tells me many lies
So with a blade I made his vision night
Oh Lord, my sanity is most unkind
The morbid man was me now mute and blind!
I never should of left to play
That night I left and ran away
It seems I've wandered off to far
They search for me...a missing star
Through woods I walk with wounded knee
And saw my father by a tree
I could not hold my crying tears
I hadn't saw my Pa in years
His face was bloody from the war
And hands were colder than before
He asked me if mother was home
Somehow appeared a telephone
And I would call her every night
As people passed me towards the light
Maybe I am lost in a dream
For why else would my mother scream?
He's taller than I thought,
looks stronger too.
Not that it matters,
not long before he becomes another payday.
Sometimes I wonder,
do they have families, friends, lovers?
All I see is a photo and a location,
It's all I need.
Showtime...
Club Macanudo, 63rd Street,
guess he likes a smoke.
Plenty of that where he's going.
I stalk down Madison,
left on 62nd Street towards Fishtail.
Hungry eh?
Me too...
One clean blow,
skull cracked,
crimson sidewalk,
job done.
My work is becoming noticed I see,
they give me such magnificent reviews!
"Death on the Streets", they say.
"Moonlight killer strikes again".
Here's my favourite,
"When will the killings end?"
End?
Don't make me laugh...
I haven't even started yet.
These dreams, they scare me
They fully control me.
They prevent me from moving.
And silence all my screams.
The screams I see
They never leave me.
For even when I walk
In the shadows those screams they follow me.
I fear sweet slumber.
I fear its perilous test.
Its shakes me to my bone.
And frightens me like a pest.
As my eyes close
In that bodily need to rest.
My hands start trembling.
And my heart starts to fret.
For once again I know
There will be murder. There will be gore.
Death as we see it
And death as I know.
Such a bloody scene it seems to be.
So angry and such ill fate
So much blood I refuse to see.
Blood on the floor and blood soaking my soul.
A violator, a bloodthirsty killer.
A revengeful sister.
A knife. A nail.
A sharp object of many a face.
A stabbing pain
A chilling scream
My racing heart
Echoing her dying dream.
The end is it?
So does it seem.
Fooled and deluded
In joy so repulsively.
Just as I think
This horror will end.
Once again, she comes around
To continue this vicious circle
Of death, stealing sleep
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Again, this time comes.
I shall undress these freckles
and wear your youth in honor.
Long journey of life.
Seconds of sand in my glass
shall fall upon your small hands.
Young beautiful nurse.
My husband older than I;
paralyzed and mostly mute.
My son, young like you;
if you only knew- my son
taught me how to save his youth.
Magic of black spells
decorate my husband's bed
as I touch his head and smile.
These superstitions-
you ignored while in his room,
telling me that I'm the fool.
Soon in you was change.
As a home care nurse you felt
lack of faith would cause him death.
So then you believed-
garlic, myrrh, snake tongues and hymns;
anything to save his life.
Now your sacrifice
is complete; my freckles lost.
Take this mirror and see me!
My son; my husband-
reversed himself with he, just
as you are me and I...you.
A Backward glance was all I got
To let me understand the plot
It really didn't help a lot
I'll never know just who was shot
OR
I'll never know just who was shot
It really didn't help a lot
To let me understand the plot
A backward glance was all I got
Contest: A Backward Poem
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
the traveling energy
of the soul wither so
beneath me after the toiling
times of the shadow
senses the mere spaces
of where the energy will
be allowed to release
the gentle hues of life
an yet the non bias need
to connect somewhere
i focus the shallow places
unseen beyond where
energy is able to bring
forth the known
thee unknown appears
before me in a finite drowning
rapture the meaning a differ
Questions
questions,never ending game
questions can put you to shame
questions, never ending game
questions, can bring you pain
questions, questions, questions
what to do about you?
Will you tell the truth?
Will you let me do what I need to?
Will you truly care?
Will you let me share my feelings to you
will you tell the truth?
Questions, questions, questions
as walls close in
i gasp for air, for my soul to stay attatched
waiting for someone to come back
someone to set me free
from these walls tightening my body
as walls close in
my bones crush into a million pieces
scream and scream but no one's listening
i'm distracted from this pain by visions
people, things, places i've lived in
as walls close in
i become numb as sleep
my heart feels weak as dreams
bursting inside me
internal bleed
no feelings no breathing no more me
as walls close in
the end is near
my spirit flows out my body
straight to the clouds
our father our heavenly
save me from this killing
bleeding of my heart
breakage of my soul
as walls close in
squishing me whole
My words are lost on the wind
My steps erased by the sea
Thoughts evaporate in the mist
There is nothing left of me....
Perhaps you'll hear me in an echo
Or catch me in moonbeams that you see
But it will be a fleeting thing
For there is nothing left of me....
Footsteps on the corridor outside my cell.
Thank goodness it's time for the mail.
Been waiting all day long for a letter.
I've seen many days that were better.
March madness has me stressed to no end.
Now if only I can receive a letter from a friend.
Letters calm me like nothing else can.
Even in the sun I couldn't relax and tan.
Maybe a friend from Poetry Soup will hear my prayer.
Do you think there is anybody on there that will care?
Don't cause me more stress my friends.
Write me a letter and we will make all amends.
For Carolyn Devonshire's "March Madness" contest
listen mysterious do u hear what I can hear?
the faintest of sound but to me its so clear.
what its asking of me is unreal and unsure...
intrigue but curiously stem from my core.
it haunts me to think that am i crazy, mad
no one believes though i wish they had,
no i am not hallucinating nor do i have any delusions
nor any illusions nor am i being haunted..
its frightening yet thrilling,
sometimes it scares me to think what all this could mean,
i get visions- can see whats in store,
i notice all things that never get heard,
i feel every pain that runs through a soul,
is it right, i feel things i could imagine...
why is it i can tell whats gonna happen
i feel lost though all is near,
feel aghast and sketchy i chose,my path
but i wonder how long will it last?
well, its time i accept its godgift and appreciate
think not many are blessed by being clairvoyant,
may be use it in positive way ahead...
The One I Used to Admire
Is still a unique individual
He was a great musician
On an Alto and the Piano
But to me he was a god in flesh
When he played the Piano
His tallented fingers flying
Across the white and black keys
But he had a mysterious personality
And he threw me off everytime
I saw him
One thing I wished to know..
Did he ever like me?
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