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death and writing?

some people need to just die

they need to just go away,

and never come back- any day

but it takes restraint not to kill

and not to turn them into bloated corpses

for an innocent to find…

at least that is what the table behind me would say…

they pretend not to notice me

and i do my best to ignore them

although, there are times in which a nicely placed blade

or a few bullets to the head,

could assure my safety, and secure their deaths.

i wonder if these are the thoughts that every writer of death must have

in order to find peace among the words and their literary goals

who really knows.

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No body

Barn2-02-1024x680a bloody corpse found its way home today

he had been missing since the month of May

some kids found it by the tree amid the clearing, behind the barn

immediately they concocted a fabulous yarn:

a bloody corpse found its way home today,

he was last seen at a local pub-

his mood was jovial, and his voice was loud-

some felt him to be too proud…

yet he went on boasting… and toasting…

until the sun came out to yawn,

and the new day broke- a blissful dawn.

*   *   *   *   *

And so the whimsical children danced to the police station

and told the captain of their newest revelation

the captain scurried to the crime scene

and was horrified by what he found

There was No body, no dead man, not even the hint of a devious plan

Puzzled the captain turned to the children to say-

Why have you done this to me today

But the children all smiled and cheered

and said- but the body is you, and you are already dead

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It has been awhile… been on assignment with one job. It ends soon, so the game is afoot for something more permanent and with more reward.

I guess I committed a sin by deactivating my facebook, because from the way people reacted to my decision, one would think I cheated on my husband and had abandoned my children- I have neither mind you…

So, with that small victory, I am free to kill time by writing, and NOT reading a friend’s political littering, religious badgering, or how someone leads an awesome life & how life is good.

Now I can cheer on others like the dickens, but there are times I would resd my facebook and think- really? Oh come on already! We all get it- YOU lead a better life than I do- and have done better, where I have failed.

Nevertheless, am happy to be rid of the facebook monkey, though it take some getting some figuring out.

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my heart exploded inside

when you took that ride.

pieces of you scattered

on an asphalt blanket.

blood and bone

you wouldn’t come home.

i take comfort inside,

you’re a diamond

in the night’s sky.

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3 wishes

i sat by the pond to watch the fish swim

but found myself within a sun puddle

and thinking of them

i wished them death

i wished them luck

i wish i didn’t give a fuck

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i made some slippers out of seashells

so shards of beauty would be left in my wake

but all i saw were my shattered dreams

and broken hope

— and then i awoke to find

my thoughts scattered about my room

in journals and frozen on my computer

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a distant bell tolls for thee

blood hugs a guillotine

animals prey on hollow remains

while tears collect in ceramic hearts

Infinity giggles at Death and Love

looks like Life took the day off

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