Tag: Fears

Poetry · Writing

witch before time

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hard to picture time before you-

where the sky fell before the earth

where did people drown in sorrow before tears

and before wells carried life

before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;

the son- before the earth

i see an island with a single tree

a flag with a crab

and a witch

cooking a dinner for two

alone

Poetry · Writing

program: one way

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just a program

tied hands and a panel for a face,

booted,

running

running

smashed escape until deleted

mind sweeper;

facebook for two hours

kayla got a puppy

that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler

like, it was totally awesome

running

running,

buzzfeed quizes

i am the king of the north

micheal jordan

micheal scott

moon walkin’ skywalkin’

running,

and it’s black-

reminded the processor exist at your will

the fan comes to a swirling halt

and it’s quiet

Poetry · Writing

mermaid on seventh avenue

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head above the water,

we were not all created equal,

she whispered.

can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear

this pool is a blessing

for i am meant to be worshiped,

like a mermaid

you’ll never meet another

don’t bother

for i am your queen,

i’ll escort you, for with me,

you are a hazzard on my leash

Poetry · Writing

seventh club

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the experience breaks fear-

found the experience at the tip of a card

now knives break against my skin

folding full houses and straights down the drain

but my knees still shake in the rain

quivering at the memories

traded for guilt

measured in nightmares,

at the tip of the card was a jack,

and now inside this club

try to scrub this sleep clean

before the fear breaks loose

Poetry · Writing

a lot

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after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing

what will you have;

when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass

what will you have;

fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl

what will you have;

remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids

kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch

catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night

night, that night- we had it all

Poetry · Writing

gravey man

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it’s done

fixed at the source, small knife

puddle gravey between my toes

and a smile peaking through the shadows

can hear a laugh a few blocks down

harrowing; sirens closing in but it’s the laugh

feet turn to glue on every pebble skating across cold bricks and the sound of tires shredding in a closing distance

and that laugh; closer and it echoes through my ears like the gravey man’s scream-

i(whose laughing at my pain)i

drop the knife and down to your knees

and they’re laughing

the women two stories up with her baby are laughing

and the man, two blocks down is standing there

with a knife

and my belly spills of gravey

and he laughs

laughs

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