Mad CreationIt is a Monday night It is almost twenty past 11 And I am making gingerbread cats.Mad Creation
These cats do not judge me. The sickly looking ones with Heads balanced precariously on spindly Looking necks. They look worried, they are anxious about Me. And me only. The chubbier ones, that might have had Fluffy tails were they not sugary And flat. They are
Chunky-warm-hug-nuzzle-purr-pet-me-I’m-glad-you’re-home Cats.
I am alone in the kitchen with My cats. Nothing but crumbs in a box Tomorrow, cats. Begging hands and knowing eyes T
My HellI picked out her tiny coffin I chose her little dress. I smoothed out all the wrinkles She always hated mess.My Hell
I had held her oh so closely While the doctors scratched their heads She stared back very bravely And lay still in her bed.
She said she wanted roses And a pink-iced cake. So much braver than me, She endured the wait.
When the news came My heart splintered and broke To join her tiny organ In a sickening joke.
Her pale face on the pillow Whilst monitors read “Welcome to hell” The nurses all c
I Am The VoiceI am the voice in the back of your mind I am the scars that are easy to hide. I am the words you hear in your bed I am the voice in the back of your head.I Am The Voice
I am the velvet flowing through your lips I am the sharpness and bones in your hips. I am the razorblade slitting the vein I am the scar, the relief and the pain.
I am the innocence in your disguise I am the hope and belief in your lie. I am the breath taken as you revive I am the one who will keep you alive.
I am the one who will help you be strong I am the one who must right all your wrongs.
DaddyMy mother flees the house Leaving me to face him in the hall Betrayal! Betrayal! I scream in my head. Traitor of the highest order, Traitor! To abandon her own daughter.Daddy
Beer-crazed eyes, He drags me up the stairs. Featherweight, I am no challenge to his hardened muscles And ropy tendons.
Into the guest bedroom he hauls me And throws me to the bed. Cackling, With a malicious grin, He moves towards me, Licking his lips.
With real fear in my widened eyes, I scramble backwards Thunk! To hear my head meet wa
I'm back!
Shocked
Remember our power-ranger discussion
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I breathe Ether. (can't choke).
And there is only vividness, omnipotence and hyperreality.
Yes... Vaguely... Was there a reason behind it? Probably not
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"If you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it is almost sure to disagree with you, sooner or later." ~ Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
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I breathe Ether. (can't choke).
And there is only vividness, omnipotence and hyperreality.
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Poetry Admin for =DailyLitDeviations
Send me suggestions.
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"If you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it is almost sure to disagree with you, sooner or later." ~ Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
I wrote this big looooong comment, and felt all intelligent, then dA crapped up and I lost it and just gave up on it all. It was really an excellent poem, and I think you should have way more faith in your work because I envy your talent.
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"If you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it is almost sure to disagree with you, sooner or later." ~ Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
A good comment is a precious thing. (I completely get the "bah, nevermind" though . . . stupid internets.)
Thanks for being so sweet . . . I . . . it's been really meaningful to me, so many people coming by my page and giving me so much love. Oy! Dunno what to do with all of it. But I've started writing poetry again after a year and something because of it.
So thanks.
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
Well, I'm glad you've started writing again. Writing's always good for people, and it's great you've been getting so much support.
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"If you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it is almost sure to disagree with you, sooner or later." ~ Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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