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!
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
APRIL 28, 2010 POEM A DAY (BALANCING ON LINE)
For today's prompt, write an end of the line poem. Maybe the narrator of your poem is at the end of his or her line. Other possible lines that have an end: assembly lines, phone lines, power lines, rail lines, graph lines, dotted lines, waiting lines, lines of poetry, etc.
Balancing On Line
In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen
In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold
Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line
Where one can hear rainbows
Balancing On Line
In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen
In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold
Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line
Where one can hear rainbows
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
APRIL 27, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HOPELESS HOPE)
Wow! After today, we'll be a mere three days from the end of this challenge. Today is a two for Tuesday prompt, so you've got two options:
Write a hopeful poem.
Write a hopeless poem.
Hopeless hope
She lies there in hopelessness
Her body has give up
She has no control
Everyone must chip in
To bath, feed and clean
This helpless creature
Some days there is only slumber
Not awakening for food, drinks or meds
Other times there are days without
Sleep, wiggling and hoping to get
Loose of the death hold
From the medical bed
Some days are filled with hope
That things will be alright,
As other days only tell
The tale of age just spent.
Where is one to be at 86
Hoping to leave,
Or hopeful to just stay
For one more day
Write a hopeful poem.
Write a hopeless poem.
Hopeless hope
She lies there in hopelessness
Her body has give up
She has no control
Everyone must chip in
To bath, feed and clean
This helpless creature
Some days there is only slumber
Not awakening for food, drinks or meds
Other times there are days without
Sleep, wiggling and hoping to get
Loose of the death hold
From the medical bed
Some days are filled with hope
That things will be alright,
As other days only tell
The tale of age just spent.
Where is one to be at 86
Hoping to leave,
Or hopeful to just stay
For one more day
Saturday, April 24, 2010
APRIL 24, 2010 THIRD RESPONSE (NIGHT LIGHT)
Night Light
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
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 13, 2010 POEM A DAY (HARBOR OF LOVE & LONELY SONG SUNG) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"
NOTE DAY 10 11 12 15 IS ON DAY 17
2010-04-13
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
2010-04-13
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
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