last night

she used her pink knit scarf to wipe up the blood.

as she spread the blood around,

she thought about the stupid look on his face as he was slipping away;

he kicked and screamed as she stabbed him.

it was kind of funny how he flopped about like a dying fish…

looks like she finally got her wish.

for years he had abused her with his sarcastic words and his false love

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Welcome Back!

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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don’t mind me- i’m just “angry”

i think it funny that we, as a “society,”

confuse passion for anger

and empathy for weakness;

that strong opinions mean one must be wielding a sword in one hand

and ill- thought in the other, is as ridiculous as the consumer whore-ism

and dumb bimbos- male and female, we toss our dollars and our children at.

better yet, tears of joy or sorrow, tears at all- have now become the unholy mark of those we must scoff at and belittle

“obviously” these meager souls have no sense of their own given the emotions shown.

so i guess that’s why we, in our absentee caring, prefer to dumb down a nation than to listen and share in the human condition.

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in dreams

i sit in the dark,

a candle slaps the void.

i offer a silent scream to the moon

i see out my window.

my bed is empty

the ink, your pictures are gone.

my nights feel wrong.

i have no one to talk to,

no one to think with—

no one sleeps,

not even in our dreams.

 

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asphalt

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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slippers and journals

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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on Life’s day off

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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no one?

blood collected in a sun puddle

waiting for someone to notice

but they were too busy

with their phones

and being drones

no one noticed

she was gone

taken by a man

or a woman

that would bring her harm

like i said

no one noticed

her?

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a mini- world on a desk top

i have a desk with crazy things

there’s a rubber monkey

a mushy cow

a ragdoll-ish black cat

a Batman

an Iron Man

and a Cookie Monster

not to mention, we have a Hulk.

I go about my absurd daily life

but wonder what happens

when I’m gone

and my desk comes to life.

Do the Hulk and Cookie Monster wrestle

with the rubber monkey acting as referee?

Does the mushy cow swap stories

with the ragdoll-ish black cat?

Perhaps Iron Man and Batman

have fought over that!

But I almost forgot three inhabitants on my island of desk–

a gun with a dog head that offers up a bright but humble, Arf

and a blue hippo that staples wherever it goes.

I think they gossip with Nightfury, or Toothless

as he is known.

It seems that the tale of my desk has grown.

So next time you’re sitting at your desk

or out and about

think about the little figures

that share your life

that make you laugh

when you’re dealing with strife.

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