POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed
My garden is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’d make it audible
Allowing even the deaf to hear
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If I could sculpt myself a tear
I’ve been drowning in a smile
Lie so false pedestrians can see it for miles
And my heart refuses to sail a ship
Slanted smile across my lips
Tears grew branches
And wrapped themselves
Into open wounds
And breathing
Became difficult
Nauseous from all the sour men I’ve eaten
Understanding my belly more because of them it’s deepened
Watching others cope by cutting while I watch the blood seeping
Tired from this nod spend all my time sleeping
I’ve been confused, panicked and afflicted
Poor me another so I become estranged and addicted
He said
You better not cum
But every emotion in me won
When he went back down
And I began to scream
And I was pissed off when the flight attendant woke me
Realizing
It was only
Just
A dream
Random tokens of affection straddle my shoulder
And trickle down my spine
I know he sees my silhouette dancing slowly for the moon
And yesterday he made love to me from across the room
And it was beautiful
Like all the times before
Shift shapers and hate makers whisper in my ear
I stopped taking my meds and things don’t seem real clear
My Dr. told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain
The judge told me I was criminally insane
I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine
See I’ve had my lover tied up in the basement for, only God knows when
I looked at him and said…
YOU WILL STAY WITH ME AND YOU’LL STAY UNTIL THE VERY END
Love is bad breath in the morning and undone toenails
Granny underwear sometimes and holey boxer you’ve begged your husband to throw away a trillion times
Love is hiding those embarrassing sweat pants he would wear every day
Had I not tucked them at the bottom of the trash
Love is no make-up
Love is a cup with one partial (false tooth) in a glass on the nightstand and fixodent on the kitchen counter
Love is weight gain and loss
Love is … Have you seen my glasses
Love is grief and excitement
Love is … Did you take your blood pressure pills
Love is… YES I have worn this bra 7 days straight leave me alone
Love is we are at the hospital at 3am and I have to be to work at 6
Love is sex while in the 3rd day of PMS… Love is a bloody mess!
Love is… I’m an hour away come get me my car broke down
Love is counseling and church
Love is grandkids
Love is menopause
Attitudes
Fights
Make ups
Break ups
Love is an agreement
A commitment
A contract
A constant compromise
Love is sweet
Love is also ugly
Love is we haven’t had sex in a good bit but we’re going to figure it out
Love is… I’m staying even though I don’t like you right now
By the way it used to be a crime to abandon your wife. Off to jail you go lol
Did I say love is a bloody mess!
Love is not a game
Love is not for the faint of heart
Love covers a multitude of sins (1Peter 4:8)
Love is not always pretty
Love is Love
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What is your Love is …???
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
mobile home living and lifestyle
all the trinkets of the day
One Poem Per Day
Daring to Dream: Short stories, poetry & songs. Next target: 300 Followers.
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A place to show my work
Short stories
By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
open mind art ;)
author of speculative fiction
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Gratitude, Ask & Believe
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