A Nightmare

The butterfly explodes
From its cocoon
Into the house of ill repute
All too soon,

Against her daddy’s wishes
Before the blue moon
Has risen in tomorrow’s sky;
The boys swoon.

Facetiousness

I wrote this for one of my projects for my creative writing class.  I had writer's block for most of the day... but pulled it out in the end...  and--grateful for a little help from my friends!!!!

Facetiousness

With a summons in hand
the flood appeared in a fit of piss and rage.

It found me in my bottom floor flat,
following the map I drew in my prayers last night.

With the force of a million hands,
the flood pushed this and grabbed that.
It lunged –
reaching for my neck
wringing like a scolding mother
in a climactic scene.

Its breath smelled like a garden after a gentle rain--
My body went limp as half a million hands
held my waist in a lover’s embrace.

The other half million
shoved my shit around like boys in a locker room--
like “Brick the Bully,” that roaring flood of torment
who, every damn day at recess,
reminded me how far I was from any safe harbor.

Giving the flood my last breath,
I rolled over and hit the snooze button.

Uncertainty always has gotten the best of me.

Past Tense-Shun

The rose, with soft petals:
Destined to die
before it can rise.

Still

a drop of rain
clings to the leaf;
the sun is blind

Unapologetic

Lightning strikes and kills
in the fury of the storm;
She shoots from the hip

Before Supper

The afternoon sun is creeping through
the bedroom. I like this room this time
of day; alone with no one to care--

for or about; I chuckle.
The darkness lies across my shoulders,
while I swirl my bourbon on the rocks;

gearing up for the sun to set; the time
when I have to smile and tuck
the darkness beneath the bed.

Just Past Midnight

Late last night, the moon
peaked
through the window
framed,
right over my bed;
prying
open my eyes to catch me
dreaming
of you...

#12

A care, I carried
Every damn place I traveled;
I lost my luggage

Substitutions

I wanna skip rocks.
It's either that or skip life;
I should plant flowers

No Need For A Title: Just a thought...

People often say strange things,
like, "I rather enjoy the pleasure of my own company."

Many versions of ourselves gathered around
a living room fire, swirling
our gin and tonic's like a Rockefeller
discussing this and that
as if it actually mattered.

Perhaps this is why I am
always drunk?

Loneliness

When the camera aims
we smile, automatically;
I wish you were here.

Two Thoughts Today

IMPACT!

Words fade,
Wounds linger...
FUCK YOU!

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Break

You, your eyes
I do so
adore--
even after it closes...

elusive

wings need stretching
with a dream to fly;
cocoon smothers

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Devotional

the breath of her soul
found me waiting, in the yard;
a warm summer breeze

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Learning...

We are learning in my creative writing class how to write imagery that the reader can taste, feel, hear, smell and almost touch. This is my short piece I presented for my creative writing class today.




The Brown Pontiac




I am in the brown Pontiac sitting at the airport watching planes land. I am in the backseat, alone, but being alone has never bothered me. This Pontiac only has two doors, but they are really long ones that extend almost to the back seat. The windows are rolled down and my head is wedged between the front seat head rest and the window frame, with my eyes wide, and fixed straight toward the skies. I am waiting for the next airplane to take me away. The incoming planes are so low, I could reach up and stroke its belly, but the thrill of the vibrations is enough to sustain me. I am six years old, and I am free as a bird!




It is night time, the air is August thick and is mysterious with the orange glow from the runway lights. My mom and dad are in the front seat, smoking Pall Mall reds. The car is smokey and the air is filled with the scent of jet fuel pressing against every sense I have; I cough without noticing. My parents are happy, they're laughing and flirting and saying things they think my young ears don't understand. It was before they declared war on each other; and it was before I declared war on myself. This night is better than chocolate milk and doughnuts, and I never want to leave.

the bottom line

consider a shoes
sole, lost without directions;
maps aren't always right

Dis-close

a moment of peace
softly snuck in beneath the
window pane last night

#11

head above water
like drowning out the chaos
with a glass bottle

#10

inside Toys R Us
smiles on faces I see from
unwrapped gifts, waiting

‎#Haiku ‎#Poetry

#9

If I were a bell
not a single ding I'd make;
silence is louder

‎#Haiku ‎#Poetry ‎#Micropoetry

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Defiance

Screaming like a teen
Drunk on a Saturday night;
HUSH UP! --heedless mind

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Home Is Where The Pillow Lies

A bird, free to fly
here or there-- so long as his
feathers aren't a pillow

Square One

In haste, The Sea bolts
to my castle in the sand;
Like time spent living

‎#Haiku ‎#Poetry ‎

#8

Storms rise so quickly
The flood recedes quietly;

My thoughts do neither 

‎#Haiku ‎#Poetry ‎#micropoetry

Life and stuff; it goes on

"The transition" has occurred.  Now, time for the settling....  Change is strange, oddly enough.  I am way beyond tired.

On a good note--My creative writing class starts today.  I'm hoping I get to write some great stuff --stay tuned!!!

-------------------If I can just get through my MATH (bleh!) exam this week....  Wish me luck y'all.........

Change-able

OH! I long for change
to jingle in my pocket--
Dimes don't reminisce

#Haiku