Favorites and Rhyming aftermath, beauty, belief, broken, coping, letting go, life, nature 7:10 am
I am pretty excited about almost finishing the Writer’s Digest Poem A Day Challenge, and even more excited about posting the poems soon. Until then:
Bluest Rains
I’ve waded too far in dark waters
pinprick of light
flickers
I stop fighting the undertow
and just float
why was I fighting so hard?
churning my legs
going no where
drinking salt
losing air
when I could have
just let go
bluest rains
smooth over me
best sunrise
I’ve even seen
Non rhyming friendship, longing, love, prayer, relationships, sex 12:20 am
I really just want a witness
Flesh and blood
Every time
All the time
But a witness that doesn’t interrupt, interfere
A witness…
And a worshiper,
I want one of those too
Again, of flesh and blood
All the time
To understand, praise, cherish my body and thoughts and words and heart
That’s all I want
Non rhyming aftermath, broken, consequence, coping, fear, intimacy, longing, lonliness, love, relationships, sex, substance use 12:16 am
chase the bitterness with something sweet,
that’s what she does when she’s chasing men.
switch it up
when she can’t catch the buzz
chase men who break her
with men who make her feel good again
and ignore the fact that feelings fade
and ignore the risk of getting drunk on him
and starting to get wrapped up
whisper love
till she comes down
and sees it all in sober light
chase down the lies she was told last night
get that disappointment out of her mouth
chasing men never ends
the constant intoxication impairs too much
and creates false realities
that anyone not so wasted
can’t see
chasing men like she believes
she’ll ever get one that keeps her high
chasing men like there’s a perfect fit
chasing men till she loses too much
chasing men till the men give up
chase him before she loses hope
she needs someone at the end of her rope
she needs to believe she can find one
that keeps her feeling all the good stuff
the right way
be ready to chase him,
cause he may not stay.
Rhyming change, coping, substance use 1:37 pm
Today’s the last day,
says every addict,
says every anybody sick of their own bad habits.
I swear,
today
is the very last day
I will be treating myself this way
Today’s the last day
before I’m new
I swear,
this is something I’m going to do
Dawn doesn’t break when the heavens rain
And the will to stop is tested before starting the day
Promises are just so easy to make
Promises are just so easy to break
And the person in the mirror is just so easy to hate
Isn’t everything easy anyway?
Isn’t that what makes it so hard to change?
Even seeing the hurt, looking at the waste
Is not enough to make today the last day
I just want today to be the last day
is what the weathered addicts say
And every anybody sick to death
of their own carousels and rollercoasters
say after today, can’t it be over?
But dawn doesn’t break when the heavens rain
And it’s never easy
And there’s always pain
Isn’t that what they call change?
I don’t know what day will be the last,
but damn if I’m gonna relive my past
That’s what the addicts and every anybody’s say
When they manage to stop getting in their own way.
Non rhyming and Prompted and Rhyming fantasy 7:56 am
List Poem
A chocolate lollipop
with caramel swirls,
A scepter holding powers
for little boys and girls,
The top of a carousel,
A woman with a round, bald head
and a neck
too long,
A murky crystal ball
in which
with the right lighting
One can see
it is E.T.’s finger-
pointing home.
This was also for the Creative Writing class. We were supposed to look at an object a make a poem from a list of things about it (or something like that, it’s been a few years now…) This is a great example of a poem I never would have written about a topic I never would have written about – but I still had fun with it!
Non rhyming and Prompted aftermath, consequence, coping, fear, personal history 9:01 pm
Backwards Poem
I rise from the pavement,
the wounds on my hands
re-covered by the flesh
that unhooks from the asphalt.
The large SUV backs up,
the door opens,
and I grab for my purse handle.
The faint screams
gather back in my mouth.
The man gets out of the car
and looks into the backseat.
I place my purse on my shoulder,
And my Wal-Mat bag in my hand.
I back away
towards the store.
The eerie feeling leaves,
the carelessness returns.
I’ve been doing the Poem A Day challenge by Writer’s Digest (I’ll post those when the challenge is done), so I haven’t written anything besides that lately and I thought I’d pull some poems I wrote during a Creative Writing Class in 2005. I don’t have much attachment to prompted poems really (though I am kind of fond of some of the ones I’ve done for this challenge…) but I do write about things in prompted poems that I don’t usually write about, so I’m glad for the prompts. This one is probably my favorite of the ones I wrote during that class.
Favorites and Rhyming consequence, coping, letting go, living, longing, love, relationships, sex 12:10 am
“Rock and roll, hey
Don’t you know, baby, we’re all alone now?
Give me something to sing about” – Paramore
Cool Sweet
You should
lick that champagne from your fingers,
there’s no rush,
there’s no reason to brush it off
on rags of cloth,
and let them drink
the cool sweet
I know you saw me
watch you
move
you didn’t stop
I didn’t lose
my nerve
It turns out
there was still something there
your hands stuck in my hair
at first
It was cool sweet
outside
you had defiance in your eyes
you were set on fulfilling every thing you tried
You never asked, and just assumed
I’d bend all my rules for you
and I did
I was anxious to be shown
what was burning through your soul
I didn’t know
you’d never let that go
It was a hazy sky you left me under
breathing the things you left in the air
champagne in my hair
And I sit
cool sweet
with what you gave me
tasting what’s left
on my fingertips
how did this get
so sticky?
