Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Poem
Dear Anyone,
I have run out of metaphors to put into writing what I am
going through.
The truth is, what I am going through is really nothing. And
yet,
I am tormented, scathed, and alone and suffocated.
Dear Anyone,
Will you come to me when I try to sleep? Come to me when I try
to sleep.
Stroke my arm, kiss my shoulder, and put me to sleep.
Drink in my naked body; stare at me in the mirror,
Touch my belly without repulsion, lift my breasts
With curiosity- Teach me to love myself.
Wrench out my fear and loathe for my own soul and body
And teach me to love myself.
Dear Anyone,
I am broken in places. I am the cigarette that doesn’t burn
through and through.
I want to burn through and through. My nerves tingle under
my skin,
Snaking along the course of my body, threatening to crawl
out into the open.
Dear Anyone,
I despair, oh how I despair. How I need. Take it away, wont
you?
Take away the need and the yearning and don’t ever leave me:
There’s a conundrum for you. The bile in my stomach rises up
in my mouth.
Take away that ugly ache in my stomach, love, wont you.
Kiss me sweetly,
Crush my bones to white dust. Set me free, love. Set me
free.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
My Dog.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
My dog was __ yrs old.
He wasn't really my dog.
He was a stray. The last
Of the two left
From a littler of five
For the last couple of days
I couldnt see him.
I'd whistle
But he wouldnt come bounding up.
I suspected
He had died.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
He liked meat bones.
He wouldn't eat anything else.
Maybe a little milk.
But nothing else.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died
and
The garbage truck carried him away.
I came to know
My dog died.
My dog was __ yrs old.
He wasn't really my dog.
He was a stray. The last
Of the two left
From a littler of five
For the last couple of days
I couldnt see him.
I'd whistle
But he wouldnt come bounding up.
I suspected
He had died.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
He liked meat bones.
He wouldn't eat anything else.
Maybe a little milk.
But nothing else.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died
and
The garbage truck carried him away.
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