this was written about my 2nd husband (I don't do husbands well) just before we were divorced, thought I would share this.
Let Me Go
I see no resolution
I feel no more
I place the cold steel blade
Against my wrist
It glides easily on my soft skin
One long horizontal slice
It runs like crimson paint
Spats upon the dirty white floor
My mind becomes quiet
As I watch my life flow
Over the dirty life I've led
I become sleepy
I am peaceful
For the first time in my life
I am waiting
Death to kiss
Me,
Hello
Bringing me to the World beyond
My husband screams and disses
Me again
I am awake
I do feel
I have done nothing
Except lose my life
By entwining it with his
It's mine to lose
I am gone
I am so gone
Let me go!
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
APRIL 24, 2010 POEM A DAY (ANXIETY ATTACK)
Anxiety Attack
It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!
It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
APRIL 17, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND) (10,11,12,15,17 COMBINED)
2010-04-17
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
APRIL 16, 2010 POEM A DAY (RABBITS AND DEATH)
2010-04-16
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Maybe it's a little too close to tax day, but today's prompt is to write a death poem. You can write about a specific death or consider death as an idea. In the tradition of Emily Dickinson (and other poets), you could even address Death as an entity. Or you can surprise us with a different spin on the subject.
Rabbits & Death
I came across an emerald green field
And happened to fall into a hole
Where Alice's rabbit bit my ass
So I had to chase him through
This illuminating tunnel
Where the one eyed Jack,
Kissed the black Ace of Spades
And caused the sentence of disgrace
The court was held in that same field
Where I had fallen
In love with a Black Ace
And found myself sentenced
To a living death.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Maybe it's a little too close to tax day, but today's prompt is to write a death poem. You can write about a specific death or consider death as an idea. In the tradition of Emily Dickinson (and other poets), you could even address Death as an entity. Or you can surprise us with a different spin on the subject.
Rabbits & Death
I came across an emerald green field
And happened to fall into a hole
Where Alice's rabbit bit my ass
So I had to chase him through
This illuminating tunnel
Where the one eyed Jack,
Kissed the black Ace of Spades
And caused the sentence of disgrace
The court was held in that same field
Where I had fallen
In love with a Black Ace
And found myself sentenced
To a living death.
APRIL 4, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (OBSCURE PASSING OF ECHOING TIME)
2010-04-04
For today's prompt, write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history. Hey, you could even write about the history of a relationship. The history of everything is fair game. Have fun!
Obscure Passing of Echoing Time
As white rivers quietly
Rush in tandem,
Abandoned in a time forgotten
Captured in the sins of the mother
Forever disconnected
In the echoing time
Of then of now?
As I look into the blue gray sky
When the pinks and mauves
Of sunset has faded
And the darkness
Has yet arrived,
Staring up passed the blue spruce
Which have been here before I
And I shall leave before them.
The top most branches
Stilled defined before
Darkness swallows the
Last breath of daylight.
High above tiny white and red
Lights blink
A jet passes, with no sound,
Darkness breathes
Covering the world.
I am disconnected
As I witness the birthing
Of the first evening star.
Echoing to me
The obscure passing of time.
For today's prompt, write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history. Hey, you could even write about the history of a relationship. The history of everything is fair game. Have fun!
Obscure Passing of Echoing Time
As white rivers quietly
Rush in tandem,
Abandoned in a time forgotten
Captured in the sins of the mother
Forever disconnected
In the echoing time
Of then of now?
As I look into the blue gray sky
When the pinks and mauves
Of sunset has faded
And the darkness
Has yet arrived,
Staring up passed the blue spruce
Which have been here before I
And I shall leave before them.
The top most branches
Stilled defined before
Darkness swallows the
Last breath of daylight.
High above tiny white and red
Lights blink
A jet passes, with no sound,
Darkness breathes
Covering the world.
I am disconnected
As I witness the birthing
Of the first evening star.
Echoing to me
The obscure passing of time.
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