Crampy, hurting
Plastic, nasty plastic
Weird tangled braid
Leaking, squirming
Clamping, ugly
Inside me, monthly
Cotton bullet
Shot right through me
Gross, but necessary
I hate tampons!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Poetry at 7:05 AM
Nightmare Eater AKA, My Cat
Tension. Sweat. Pressure. Mucous. Dizziness. Frustration.
"Meow!"
Liquid heat in thick rivers pours from my skin. Sinuses and lungs protest as I try to breath through them.
"Mrrrrr?"
A sudden stop, as I plummet a thousand feet, and pull myself gasping from sweat soaked streets.
"Mrow!"
Taking a deep breath I examine the intruder a moment, noting the fluffy tale, and the way the creature's muscles flex as he jumps down from the bed merrily, expecting an early morning meal, tail swinging back and forth, purrs of delight ringing through the air. For the first time ever at being woken this early, I smile.
"Thanks sweety."
Tension. Sweat. Pressure. Mucous. Dizziness. Frustration.
"Meow!"
Liquid heat in thick rivers pours from my skin. Sinuses and lungs protest as I try to breath through them.
"Mrrrrr?"
A sudden stop, as I plummet a thousand feet, and pull myself gasping from sweat soaked streets.
"Mrow!"
Taking a deep breath I examine the intruder a moment, noting the fluffy tale, and the way the creature's muscles flex as he jumps down from the bed merrily, expecting an early morning meal, tail swinging back and forth, purrs of delight ringing through the air. For the first time ever at being woken this early, I smile.
"Thanks sweety."
Sunday, July 12, 2015
A series of poems written while travelling on the public bus
Not What You Think
Lick, Smile
Drip, Slip
Suck, Slop
Lollipop!
Pumpkins
I want pumpkins!
Soup! Cookies! Jack-o-Lanterns!
Pumpkin Pie!
But woe is me,
Its still July! D:
Addiction
I grab and hug it to my chest
Kids hungrily eye, what parents quickly drag them by
But their eyes cannot lie
That last toy is mine!
Lick, Smile
Drip, Slip
Suck, Slop
Lollipop!
Pumpkins
I want pumpkins!
Soup! Cookies! Jack-o-Lanterns!
Pumpkin Pie!
But woe is me,
Its still July! D:
Addiction
I grab and hug it to my chest
Kids hungrily eye, what parents quickly drag them by
But their eyes cannot lie
That last toy is mine!
Friday, July 10, 2015
Some Poems From My Writing Group
Cologne
Sunlit bright morning
Clean clothes, fresh from the wash
Putrid rotting flowers from a thousand grubby children's hands!
He was ready for his date!
Bad Weather
Hard faced and tight lipped,
Oceans sprang from where he stepped
Moisture ran from his skin to the floor,
Tossed into the house as if tossed from hell
Dragged in with the tides by Titans
He retrieved his errant umbrella from the stand
Batman
Dark black night
Marble profile
Shrieking weapon
Silent stare
Only human
Knight of old
Chariot on wheels
And a tiny bird
That follows behind him
Night
Light, shattered across a velvet blanket of sky
piercing the blue veil of day.
Indigo ink spilled from heaven's inkwell
to stain the fabric of space.
Only thousands of glass shards
sparkle here now.
Sunlit bright morning
Clean clothes, fresh from the wash
Putrid rotting flowers from a thousand grubby children's hands!
He was ready for his date!
Bad Weather
Hard faced and tight lipped,
Oceans sprang from where he stepped
Moisture ran from his skin to the floor,
Tossed into the house as if tossed from hell
Dragged in with the tides by Titans
He retrieved his errant umbrella from the stand
Batman
Dark black night
Marble profile
Shrieking weapon
Silent stare
Only human
Knight of old
Chariot on wheels
And a tiny bird
That follows behind him
Night
Light, shattered across a velvet blanket of sky
piercing the blue veil of day.
Indigo ink spilled from heaven's inkwell
to stain the fabric of space.
Only thousands of glass shards
sparkle here now.
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