“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 77 Melody, Another Gary Oldmanism, & Monty Python’s Hats
Here I am again a character in Grimms World (: if you haven’t read any of these journals about a dude called Wall Grimm I suggest you do it is very interesting. I am Melody based on “My Avatar” series Poetry form.
I Love this poem!
Little Girl by Jasmine Mans
I love Jasmine Manns!
AN E-MAIL FROM MY MENTALLY ILL BROTHER (I CRIED)
This is an e-mail my brother sent me. He suffers from mental illness.
A real bad case of it, I cried when I read it.
I’m hurt
And I’m embarrassed
THERE’S BEEN SLANDER ON MY NAME
I can’t tell anybody else how embarrassed I am
I mean, I just can’t
To show some pride to whose got me embarrassed
When I do that it makes me more embarrassed
Much more
It’s like
I’m embarrassed out of the nicer things of life
I know there is something wrong with me
And I know I’m going to fall to the wayside of life
From being embarrassed of somebody that’s bad
I can’t even get through the gates heave
I feel like I’m going to fall to the wayside of life sis
The wayside!
Can you save me like some super women?
Or somebody better?
Can you help me move and I’ll go to college?
And do everything you say
Send me a message if you could console me out
And now it’s like I’m embarrassed out of the nicer things out of life
And that’s the only thing wrong
The wayside because of somebody bad
Can’t even get through the gates heaven
And I feel hate to the deep of my blood
Can you save me like a super woman?
Can you save like a super woman?
Can you save me like super women?
Or somebody better
PARADIGM SHIFT (POETRY)
There was a paradigm shift
That came way too late
Because
I was already
Gone…
NOT MY MAN! (POETRY)
I want to get him and get him good
I am seeing red
As I watch them both laying in our bed
Him giving my man what looked like some “meeeeaaan” head
The chic from kill bill won’t have shit on me
I will start with his lover, make him watch, make him see
I’m ready to spend the rest of my life in jail
I might as well go all the way
They both can go straight underneith of hell
This can’t be my reality
Homosexuality
A preference, a personal reference
But oh God
Not my man!
MASK (POETRY)
I carried the weight in my beautifully poised face
And happiness arrived a few days to late
Hard for me to harbor this hate
And still hold on
To
This beautifully poised face
SO BEAUTIFUL (I’M ALL TEARS)
Each night I press
my ear to your
empty pillow
as if it were a
seashell, conch or nautilus
and while your
voice used to echo
each night that we were
forever and anchored
and true
your pillow now only
provides me with the deafening
silence of distant waves
from a now vacant shore
where we once laid with
bodies and words
intertwined in the sand
drawing a map with our fingers
and charting the path
of our journey to
a world of occupied
sheets and pillows
and flesh
where we would be
forever and anchored
and true
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Please take a look at my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to”
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copyright 2013 Steven Harz
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