As thoroughly compelling
At play, with each
Whilst so conspicuously lit
Face, heart-gladdened
No less blessed, whose shamefaced,
Trembly fear-sobbed
Fervent prayed outcome: Heaven!
With God as friend.
In my happy place your heart still beats
And I can wrap my arms around you
We can laugh like kids, 14 again
Telling dumb jokes and breaking rules
On concrete under skatepark sunsets
With a half-broken speaker and junk food
We sing and dance, free from fear or stress
And we don’t go home when we’re supposed to
I get to see you every morning still
And call you when I’m upset
You’ll ask me “who do I have to kill?”
I’ll smile then shortly forget
I had a dream I saw you once more
On the bleachers with our friends
I broke down crying, sobbed “I’m so sorry”
And you just took my hand
You held it tight, said “it’s alright
I love you and it’s not your fault”
I clung to you with all my might
Knowing it’s the last time we’d talk
In my happy place your heart still beats
And we never say goodbye
I get to tell you everything I didn’t then
Like I love you and I’m by your side
It seems like I died,
I died on my way back.
My body collapsed,
And got buried deep under bed.
The stars and moon gathered for my last rites.
The Moon held my stains in craters confined.
The stars stole my faded glow and shined.
The clouds soaked my tears
And sobbed in rain,
The sky wore my clothes
And painted a rainbow at night.
The soil ate my bones
And raised a pond with swans,
The birds swallowed my cords
And chirped twice.
The graveyard bloomed
Into a sacred thorn.
Yes, it seems like I died,
But now everything’s bright.
Bouquet, left on a seat
Wet and wind-swept.
Lamp, beside: " sobbed who tarried;
Cursed, when offstept.
a crowded glass bottom
sobbed empty on a vine
flowered look is stopping
pain's time for telling time
Lambrusco's weight mopping
a crowded glass bottom
circles make more circles
another one tastes you
metaphor lies shingled
its pass with my sinew
a crowded glass bottom
part they, my countenance
ruby shadow filling
falling through the chalice
it spills like heart would freak
a crowded glass bottom
when empty your bouquet
the dehydrating drink
in my dripping grape play,
the pressure of seeing
’Tis the last rose of summer! I shrieked in dismay,
and soon its bright petals must wither away!
O whence now the peach, the pear, and the orange?
For answer the door of time creaked on its door-hinge.
’Tis the first frost of autumn! I sobbed in despair,
and winter’s sharp teeth soon will bite the day’s air!
The leaves fall in shock at the season’s cruel crime,
like a dandruff of years on the shoulders of time.
’Tis the winter’s fifth blizzard! I howled in a rage,
and my soul gnaws its tail like a beast in a cage.
Though winter is wan, yet my passion is purple,
for griefs have my heart by the hair, and they sure pull.
’Tis the spring-time’s first peony! I squealed in delight,
and its delicate bloom is for sore eyes a sight!
Now the season’s warm joy holds the forests in thrall,
and I believe that I don’t feel so bad after all.
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Mary cradled her dolly, one she called Rosey.
Soft cotton stuffing, an orange pastel petticoat, and shiny button eyes.
Mary loved her dolly since the year she turned five.
That day, a special gift had been given,
And one taken by surprise.
Flooding pools of tears, Mary sobbed aloud.
“How?” she asked, and “Why?”
A day which Mary had never before felt
The true power of what it means to cry.
Mary treasured her dolly dearly.
To Mary, she was a comfort, a smile,
And an armour Mary would often confide
Dolly was never too far away,
And Mary never felt left behind.
Surprises come in many forms, even the horriblest kind.
But dolly had given sweet Mary a memory that, when revisiting,
Only joy appeared to mind—
One that will last forever.
Although no longer in presence,
Both hearts remain entwined.
The day sweet Mary had just been told
Her great-grandmother Rosy had died.
the situation was almost too unbearable to bear
I had chosen to change locations, and jobs at fifty-five
After twenty-three one-hour interviews, I was losing hope.
School was starting in a week, and my expertise was in school counseling.
I had been attending a church where people began to love me.
One of the ministers asked me what they could do for me.
I explained my situation, and she rallied the women of the church.
I had three interviews that week, and I was offered all three jobs.
I put the first two off, asking until Friday.
On Friday I had my only interview with a person in a school system.
When she asked me to tell her about me, I began to cry.
I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
She told me to stop. She had already heard about my church work.
She was going to give me the job before she met me.
I thought I was down for the count,
but thanks to these church women I was wrong.
Echo
I never get no letters.
Even my shadow don't
follow me around no more.
I've posted many
notes to you,
cried out in the night,
hummed our tune,
sobbed.
But all I hear is echoes:
"Return to Sender"
"Address unknown,"
"No such number,"
"No such zone."
I opened these letters.
Heard what the echoes
said in reply,
but there's only
what I wrote to you,
what I spoke to you,
what I screamed out at you,
when I was alone,
which I always am.
Why can't these echoes
lie for once, just once, just once?
To give me something back, back, back!
I've tried and tried and tried.
I've cried and cried and cried.
Me shadows and me echoes
are the only friends I have.
Sometimes I close my eyes,
I pretend I'm alright.
But it's never ever, never ever enough,
'Cause my echo, echo, echo,
my shadow, shadow, shadow
are in the 'Lost and Found'
but alas, I have long since
lost the address!
Hello, hello, hello, hello!
Anybody out there,
seen my shadow,
my echo
Lost!
Our marriage was a sham,
We fought and argued all the time
There was no love lost between us
We were like train tracks
going parallel in the same direction
but merging nowhere,
We were at each other's throats.
Finally, I had had it enough--
I caught hold of her arm
dragged her through the hallway,
Threw her out of our home
and slammed the door shut.
For a long time
I leaned against the door
holding my breath
in the grip of a terrible concern,
But finally breathed a sigh of relief;
Good riddance! That's it. No more...
I heard a feeble knock,
"I am sorry, let me in," She cried softly.
“No, absolutely Not,” I barked,
“I am not taking it anymore.”
"Please, give me another chance," She sobbed,
"I'll make our marriage work,
Please open the door."
“NO!”
"I...I...LOVE...You"....
............................
... And, I opened the door!
One day, he called her a dog,
Slapped her with a ruler,
And watched as she sobbed.
Sometimes, he’d smile,
And say she was good
He’d go and pat her head
But later, he would yell because he’d wished she was dead
I was a stray who made the basement her home
I treasured my meals, which I licked to the bone
And my piles of rocks as a bed, made out of stone,
This is what I was forced to claim as a home.
He is always around, but the two,
so alone.
I once was blind, but now I see,
You are the one who blinded me
I hide behind the shadow of your words,
When you tell your friends I am doing great
I slowly turn into you
I thought this was normal, it's too late
Open the gate.
This is my fate.
Revival
We humans wept for the revival
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves
Universe testified the forbearance
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.
i got drunk-
i wanted to meet God
i woke in a puddle of puke, blood and despair
for the next months the stench haunted me
i slept in my sisters bed
and i sobbed
save me-
God.
i buried it.
i screamed and wailed pushing the soil over every memory,
every emotion,
every thing i didn’t want to remember.
i scrubbed my hands until they bled trying to wash away the dirt and the pain.
i sobbed until my throat was raw and the blood finally dried up.
i pushed it so far down that i would never have to see it again.
never have to feel it again.
i buried it.
i did.
but my tears acted like rain water and my wails electrified like thunder until the soil washed away, uncovering everything i tried so hard to hide.
i buried it.
i did.
but it found it’s way back to me.
just like skeletons in the closet,
every dirty secret eventually comes out,
no matter how hard you try to cover it.
Forcing myself
to live in green-
belt of forest with
no civil comforts or concerns
I don’t flinch. I won’t.
Living in
extremes of
two seasons
cinder-hot Sun
drowning rain
I don’t complain, I can’t
one summer was different
A passionate couple
Fire-Air, waltzed through
acres of my nearby forest,
grey-burning lives small & big –
I didn’t cry.
After HER party, I
went to see the charred
landscape, my heart thumped
wild, I could feel my soul in throat –
I didn’t cry
I stilled my thoughts - I
knelt to feel, I knelt
to beat coal-black ground, I
thumped chest, I flayed my
hands to sky, I howled,
Roared, wailed, cried
I clenched my fist,
boxed at guiltless air, I
called his partner names –
I sobbed back to silence
With impotent-raging silence
my hands cradled a tiny
dying burnt bird gasp for last
gulp of air, I knelt
in silence. That day
I cried, I missed God that day
I sobbed back to silence
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