Category Archives: poetry

The Bounty

Charred wood and ash stirred to bright gold embers
violence begat flames that fold in tongues
crack like whips in darkness to inspire lust
the night takes the fire into its lungs

Thoughts are loud – though they remain unspoken
silence is where the sane call their home
the madness restrained surely dies inside
or there resides like eyes free to roam

The sounds of life are encumbered with death
all felt the time plundered as an offense
the cliff ending while they keep running on
absence becoming something immense.

But finality waits for tomorrow
they will travel no more after this
Three weeks to create a friend from nothing
one rope to end it all in abyss.

Appeal

There is something down there
   hidden in the anxiety
       I can feel it here

The vibrations crossing the distance
    to shake hands

Introduced – we both scream
                internally
    reduced to sounds and knots
pregnant with them
                    but unable to birth them.

Hush now

                                      Run

Things that I am not enjoying in life right now:

Debt. I have a car loan and three credit cards. My total credit availability is nearly zero. I make my payments on time and I rarely pay only the minimum.

Employment. I am employed full-time as a retail department manager. I get paid very well. The company provides great benefits. I do not get along with my fellow managers because I am very policy-oriented and I like to be fairly professional, they do not. There is a clique of managers in our store, it’s existed since before I was employed there. It creates an unprofessional environment. I am glad to be gainfully employed, but I wish I could work somewhere that didn’t operate on favoritism and friendship. I never get positive feedback and am constantly having to motivate myself, and give myself kudos for a job well done. The only feedback I ever seem to receive from my managers is something negative. It’s infuriating.

Medical bills. I was diagnosed with Crohn’s this year, before this year I had never had any major extensive medical bills. I am supposed to have a colonoscopy every six months because my dad has colon cancer. It puts me at risk for developing cancer, so they want to keep a close watch to make sure that if it does they can catch it early. 

Medication. I have a maintenance medication that I am meant to be on for the rest of my life. I read that the medication could be causing issues to my kidneys. I’ve been experiencing soreness under my ribs on my back.

Making appointments. I may need glasses, but I’m not sure. I definitely need to see a gynecologist for my menstrual cramping. The first day of my cycle is always met with debilitating cramping and body aches, and I have often missed work because of this. Both these things take time and money, and I’m not sure that I can prioritize them.

Being tired. I’m exhausted today but that may be the physical anguish, that is menstruation, at play.

Me-time. I’m not really sure what to do with my free time, when I’m not doing anything with my husband. I was sitting trying to think of what I do for fun and I couldn’t really think of anything aside from watching Netflix and YouTube videos… That’s not great. I usually spend time with my husband doing things. Anything with him is fun, as long as we aren’t annoyed with one another. Just now I was watching YouTube videos, but it made me feel empty and deflated. I should be reading. In the end, I chose to sit down and write this shit.

Myself. Most of all, I’m not enjoying myself right now.

Horticulture

Let’s talk about
establishing healthy values
in yourself and others.

As for yourself
always be a work in progress
know your limits and strengths

There is a seed
inside all of us that will grow
if cared for and watered

There are weeds too
that will choke those seeds to nothing
if not ripped from the soil.

Growth is violent change
raging against the garden
within to find greatness

As for others
gardening is hard, dirty work
find the seed – inspire fruit.

That Poole Boy

There wasn’t much to go on then
but I’m glad you were my friend

When I kept running
              you kept up with me
              you saved me.

You were music and love and humor
You were intrigue and guidance
You were the high-water mark
          when it felt like I was drowning

There wasn’t much to go on then,
but for a while
                 we made our own paths together
                        and those paths exploded into new routes
           had you not been there, mine may have ended.

                                                                                         You see
There wasn’t much to go on then
but there was you,
             and for that
I would go through it all again.

The Confederacy of Dunces

“I don’t need a doctorate to know
that your facts do not fit with what I think is right”

“The wealthy want what is best for us
why else would they have all the money we helped them earn?”

“The disenfranchised are the real threat
they would kill us all had we not taken all they owned!”

“Poor people are the dregs of life
and when I get rich I’ll put them all in their place.”

“Not everyone needs a living wage
that will just raise the prices for my family to live.”

“Racism died many years ago
we even allowed one of them to be president.”

“Healthcare is a service not a right
Why should I pay taxes for your healthy life style?”

“God gives every cell the right to life
and mothers who abort should be put to death for it.”

“We need religion back in our schools
or else the Jews and the Muslims will brainwash our children.”

“Climate change is a liberal hoax
everything will cool back down once all the ice caps melt”

“They’ve said this before and been censored
but I know they’re right, it’s all over the internet!”

Mannequins

Torn fabric
         threads scattered       to        the          wind
                    reaching out for others
                                 finding


                                                       nothing.



               but reaching

Reaching should be enough
           to overcome deep cuts
                        but it’s not anymore.

         Once we were confidently clothed,
                      but deep cuts make
                                                                    
                                                                    torn

                                                                                              Fabric

          and we are made naked and anxious
                    holding rags
                               acting like that’s going to
                                                                            keep
                                                                                   us
                                                                                     together

Bright Lights and Fast Cars

The infrastructure has collapsed
the time for recourse has elapsed
our hands caked in earthen blood stains
yet the great obelisk remains

The populations drop like flies
while survivors are lulled with lies
the brutal wrest from them the reins
yet the great obelisk remains

The world coddles the scavengers
with an ocean of cadavers
and a roving tempest of flames
yet the great obelisk remains

The soil glitters with fields of salt
cracked crystal sheets shattered with faults
diamond rain over the great plains
yet the great obelisk remains

The air itself breaks weaker bones
coercing dark and morbid tones
coursing out from the earth’s cold veins
yet the great obelisk remains

Victims of an exploited dream
a false sense of purpose and esteem
never to break these fiat chains
yet the great obelisk remains

Let us now reap what we have wrought
all of this will soon be forgot
as existence degrades and wanes
yet the great obelisk remains