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For Your Eyes Only …

I fret over what you’ll see
If you look too closely.
I fear you may find
I’m just a monster in disguise.
One foot in reality
The other always wandering.
Forever split in two
By these worlds in my mind.
But if you promise,
We can seal it with a kiss,
I’ll keep your truth hidden
From prying eyes.
Because I see inside,
You’re a monster just like I am.

Fret

The prompt spurred something else but it fits with a different project I’m working on so I’m keeping it to myself for now.

Also, Jimi Hendrix Both Sides of the Sky … is just grand. 

Oh, and it’s my 2 year anniversary of starting this blog apparently! I didn’t post much my first year but to celebrate (of sorts) here’s my more popular post of 2016 (with a whopping 20 views). 

Filthy Love

You’re dirty,
Unkept hair and grungy hands.
You’re filthy,
As your cigarette dangles

The smoke wafts, slow and pungent
Your filthy smile, your stormy eyes.

Watching me
Watch you.

Wringing your filthy hands,
How I long for them

You’re dirty
Slow burn and fading ash.
You’re filthy
As you pull me close.

The smoke conceals, thick and dark
Your filthy words, your gentle lips

Seducing me
Seduce you.

Sliding your filthy hands,
How I long for them

You’re dirty
So filthy,

As you pull me
To my knees.

As I pull you
Into me.

Posted in Word Prompt

Loose Window Cranks

These old windows, operated by worn cranks, filter the world through a permanent haze. Worn paint peels off by the inch revealing layer upon layer of stained pasts. The floor creaks where I stand though I don’t so much as sway. Perhaps it’s the teenage angst they claim should be boiling within my viens. The walls give nothing away, not a blink nor a smirk and I wonder again and again if they could just absorb me, make me disappear without a trace, what history would this old room show?

Greta had the room before me, so they say. Before that a man with barely a face and no name. Before them? Those people are long gone. Victims of loose window cranks.

The world through that window haze looks so serene, a universe unlike my own. It must be so divine, to float away in that daze.

My mind begins to drift, the very thing that spurred my interment here. I’m drifting away, from this room, from the world at large. There are creatures beyond the window, in the blurry starlight of the world at night. Some are big, they fly far above me to places yet unknown. Some are small, confined to the land below. They nip the seams of my tattered jeans, wishing to bring me low. It’s their cries, shrill and unending, that pierce the silence.

Detached from myself, I pull the crank and feel my soul drop thousands of feet in seconds; right back to the creaking floor of this room. The years have rusted this portal shut.

Somewhere, in the back of my rational mind, I hear the nurses say “take the medicine dear, it’ll keep the monsters at bay.”

Crank

Posted in stream of consciousness

Material Sounds

Prompt – Song

Music – If These Trees Could Talk – Above the Earth, Below the Sky


In my dreams you’re always singing the song

The music is always right there,

In my bedroom, in my bed, lying next to me it seems

And your voice lays over it, so serene.

Sometimes you don’t sing,

It’s only music then

And we float away to another land.

We can dance the night away,

From the kitchen to the clouds.

We exist above material sounds.

In those moments

I can feel it in my soul,

The music makes me complete

In your arms and your eyes

I get lost every time.

The music tells me it’s ok,

Your song tells me you’re ok,

Whether we’re together in these dreams

Forever or never.

Sometimes I wish I knew the song was for me.

Sweet as it may be,

These aren’t reality after all.

And my mind starts working,

Over thinking,

The way it does,

And we fall.

Just like our song.

Falling, falling.

What will happen when we hit the ground?

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People-itis

I ventured out to the world
On this Saturday.
What the fuck was I thinking?
People would be asleep?
Good news from the battle front,
They have a cure!
For people-itis,
Mine and yours.
Just a small charge
(Spoiler: It’s your first born)
And you can cart it home
To be alone no more.

Deplete

 

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The Stars Must Know

Do we ever truly know
What it is to be alone
Until we’ve entangled
With a soul in which we see our own?
The stars must know,
For they once were one,
Split apart by time,
Slow violent upending.
Now they beam in the night sky,
A call to the halves once held near.
Don’t forget,
We’re still floating out here.
Apart we may be,
Bound by constraints unseen
But connected in the fabric of every being.

Glimmer

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Broken Bottle of Whine

Sometimes I wish I could be the mom
That my father claims I am.
Shitty and repulsive
With no other care.
I couldn’t be the person
In the narrative he keeps,
The story he likes to tell about me.
The daughter that left her child.
The daughter that only comes around for money.
The daughter that only cares about the next party.
Tonight I’ll sit on my bathroom floor
With my broken bottle of whine
And cry myself to sleep.
Tonight I’ll try to convince myself
All these things I do aren’t just for show.
I’ll wish I were beautiful.
I’ll wish I were smart.
I’ll wish I hadn’t broken your heart.
I’ll tell myself everyone’s proud of me.
Tonight I’ll sit on my bathroom floor
With my broken bottle of whine
And cry myself to sleep.
So when I wake tomorrow
It will all just be a bad dream
And my bottle of my whine
Will be poised on the counter neatly,
Waiting to be filled with
Broken expectations and unfulfilled dreams,
Bad words and ugly names,
Until it overflows and needs to be broken again.
Then I’ll sit on my bathroom floor
With the weight of this world,
Frothing and rushing,
Threatening to drown me
But never winning out.

Froth

Posted in stream of consciousness

Spin Me Away

Sunday! Again and again.

I didn’t do this last Sunday because of family issues (and Easter, we can say Easter) so WordPress is obviously making me pay because …

Prompt – Thwart

Music – Fantastic Negrito – Shuffling on Spotify (seriously, just shuffle, he’s amazing)

Ok, 10 minutes on thwart … here we go …

You thwart me

At every turn, every spin

We practiced this dance

Night on night

But now that we’re here

You look away

Into the eyes of another

Does she feel like me?

You spin me away

Thwarted again.

I can feel the steady heat

Climbing from across the room

Dancers unaware

Of this crumbling routine.

I find the hands of others

But none move just like yours.

Round and round

The circle we go.

Til at last

At each other’s throats we go.

You spin me away

Thwarted again.

I pull strangers close

But their fingers won’t wander

Just like yours.

Slow and steady

Down my back and over my thighs.

I can feel the steady jealousy

Seething from across the room.

Round and round

The circle we go

Til at last …

Bow and begin again.

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It’s Here

There’s a line
Between you and I.
Made of ice
Or glass
Or pure shine
It may be.
Nonetheless,
There’s a line
Between you and I.
It’s here
The story dilutes
Like ink in ocean.
It’s here
The line freezes
Like water in the dead of winter.
It’s here
I feel pure energy
Pulsing between you and I.
It’s here
Our locked gaze
Melts the frigid temperature away.
It was there
I felt most at home,
Wrapping my arms around you.
It was there
I realized,
Some things are simply meant to be.

Frigid

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Time

Sands churn forward,
Down,
All around.
Unaware of our weak grasp
Upon this loose concept of time.
Where does it go?
Why does it hide?
We ask ever shifting shapes in the mirror.
How long has it been?
Do you remember when?
We speak to the freshly churned dirt again.

Churn