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Him

Messy hair and black clothes

Bright eyes behind cigarette smoke

Flashing lights and him

A silhouette of his pain

He showed us the raw parts of him

And underneath his bones was a deep sadness

That kept him from loving himself

White lines and red eyes

Drinking elixir from dark bottles

The cure I wish to be

He never realized how good he is

How beautiful and magnificent his mind is

His voice holding eloquence and meaning

Screams and greedy hands

Desperate souls that cry his name

“Don’t you mind?”, He asks

I want to hold his face in my hands and tell him that I do

Leather jackets and tattoos

Symbols of a heartbreaker

But he’s so much better than that

So my question for him is, “Don’t you mind?”

Broken souls and sad boys

Who cannot love themselves or feel loved by someone else

Because their minds are too rare and brilliant to be understood

(I do not take credit for this photo nor do I have the original photographer’s information to share) 

IUD Poem

This was an assignment for my poetry class. I had to answer questions to compile a list of 100 words and make a poem out of them. It doesn’t make much sense but I thought I’d share it because it was an interesting exercise and can open up a person’s mind to new writing ideas they didn’t know were there. 

Unhealthy bigot simulacrum

This ethereal enjoyable morbidity

Pedantic gauche humans

Xenophobic caseous opinion

Walking in silent space

Greasy voyeur eyes of manipulative emotionless sex

Revengeful fantasy in lithe brume

Willaby walking home in peace

Pragmatic irony is Kris Jenner

Obama, abate these taxes

Capitalism, Congress, Democracy, hyperboles of Government

North Korea, a standing drill

Stalin, Al Qaeda, Immigration, is bad judgement

Sexism, a snake’s guilty disposition, a vagina’s shame

Holistic empathy, please exist in time

Spelunking and spiders

Eel’s and shark’s, the ocean’s quiddity

The universe loves the moon and stars

God is effulgent in intenerate integrity

Insidious guilty pleasures in rum, menage trois

Craving hopeful honesty

Delicious fried possum in Asia

Bears, cats, raccoons, and deer, walking hairballs

The Wanted, baby’s breath, and fumbs…irrelevant

Dreaming

You were standing there, so real and genuine. I couldn’t find the right words when you spoke to me. You asked to show me something. I followed you through the trees that stretched so tall they seemed to be touching the sky. Birds were everywhere, singing and hopping along to the rhythm of our footsteps. You held my hand and led me down a path made of wildflowers. We stopped in front of a tiny cottage in the middle of the forest, my heart beating out of my chest. Inside there was only a bed, pressed up against wall length windows that looked out over a lake and magnificent snow covered mountains. The sky was gray, but beautiful. You asked me if I liked it, you said it had been made for me. And then we were lying down, your arms around my body, my hand across your chest. You whispered that you wished we could stay like that forever, and I quietly agreed, holding on to you so tightly that I became embarrassed. I remember you laughing and then telling me that it would be alright. I knew what was coming. And then you were no longer beneath me. And that’s when I realized that the birds had stopped singing. The mountains and lake had been swallowed by the night. You were gone and I was alone, with no sign of life around me.