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Something about bones
spreading like hard spider webs
across my chest
speak of a dark time
in a solitary cell.
He visits me there
my bones will ache cold
as I lay silent, contorted
on my sleepless bed.
Listen to him
drunk, stumbling at the door
my body recollects
the times blazing with poison
becoming too much.
I skitter away
only to return; naked
trusting cocaine tears.
Conceded to all
and my anger is rising
to boil off his skin.
Never said no -
but there’s something about bones
spreading thin with him.
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They praise the words and rhyming scheme,
yet there’s no need for high esteem.
My poem’s not what it may seem.
It’s all a dream. It’s all a dream.
I’m nothing more and nothing less
than bagged old bones within a dress
pretending poet who’s a mess,
I must confess. I must confess.
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I used to think people
took things from me,
not granting me
even the slightest
space to exist
Then, I thought I let people
take things from me,
allowing my guard to rest
in that dark and dusty place
where all is snatched away.
I was wrong.
I found that I give people things,
pieces of my-self cast away.
They ask; I concede
believing their projected bullshit
while a voice screams
from the back, right of my brain
“STOP!”
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I was caught under his dark-eyed spell
believing that all was well.
The lies he would tell!
Life was hell!
Shame…
With a pointed finger I would yell
yet I am the one that fell.
The lies he would tell!
Life was hell!
Blame…
I lived in the dark. he was my cell
even as I said farewell
The lies he would tell!
Life was hell!
Lame…
Triquint
Triquint is a poetry form created by Sylvia A. Feeley. This form
consists of 3 verses of 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 are the same
in each of the 3 verses (i.e. a refrain). The syllable count for
each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and each verse has an “aaAAb” rhyme
scheme.
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*for Andrew
And there you are
as the golden car passes through you
you smile with your cynical blue eyes
and I know you know
The liquor store’s yard sale
and you begin to cry
picking through junk
begging for help
and my brother is too late
bending the corner a moment behind
not knowing as you scream for him
yet I know
And I see he still needs you
as you still need him.
I had a dream about my friend Andrew who passed away. The poem almost paints a picture of the dream in its true form.
D IS FOR DREAM
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Dark eyes flash danger
stillness stares like a sharp blade
severing silence
she stands and she speaks
adressing crowds that assume
that some are too weak
That skin is too soft.
“Skin is truly strong
held next to a blade: dull, sharp
fierce, full of fear-yet-
there is no anger
quite like this,” She says, “I know
blood isn’t enough.”
G is for Grief
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