Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time
The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being
Mortal wounds flare up and push me down as I fondle these letters in my soft hands
Unraveling feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.
She grips the pillow tightly like someone may come in the room and take it. Not the one under her strawberry blonde hair, of course, but the one her boyfriend lays on. It’s comforting this cold night. She listens to the low hum of the fan that’s constantly running and that steady droll makes her feel better. There’s a loneliness when the dark world has their eyes shut and you’re the only one awake.
Write something! Break this long, fucking dry spell of writer’s block-even if what comes out completely sucks. Your few fans may understand, being writers themselves. If they laugh at you-you’ll never know it! Hold that head high! Just remind them you’re a stoic poet with a slight sense of humor. And maybe they will come back and read more another day…
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Me, me, wanna be
Fancy face and carefree
Oh my, my- with my head held high
Stiletto heels, showing off these thighs
This lady dawned a party dress
And I’ll bite your lips for much less
Stuck on thoughts from a former life
Hope you’re happy with your hapless wife
No, no, no more strife
Mice in your pie! Feel my spite!
Police carried me to the Home
And they don’t let me loose to roam
Padded rooms and bolted doors
Shooting me up with metaphors
Literary genius I wanted to be
Birds slam the window, I’m not free.
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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…
Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?
The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency
From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky
When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.
As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.
Free! Yet lives the land
An oyster blossoms, a pearl
Glistening cries the sand.
It’s a beautiful day
It must be-but who knows.
I’m stuck behind a desk
Smacking my pouty lips.
The sun shines down
The narrow way and way
Past the Zebra football field
And the sun thinks it knows best-
Where to go and what to do
Upon which elements to shine
Which elements to Shew!
Yes, whatever I please, she agrees.
A woman bounces into the office
With this funny voice
Her name was Fanny, I grinned. (Betty Boop) How can I help you
My Fanny, today? Trying to hide my chagrinny.
Not my best improvisation
Of a cute little poem
It seems-what do you think?
Did your mouth turn up or down?