Post by Lady Desari on Feb 15, 2009 23:00:27 GMT -5
Well, last semester I took a creative writing class and thought I would post some of my poems here. My sister, Shari thinks I should become a professional writer. No offense to her I have become accustomed to eating. LOL. So look them over. And just to let you know they are copyrighted.
Caffeine and Canines
Saturday morning coffee. And the prattle of soccer moms and couples.
Why didn’t he do the dishes? Did you know Aimee is taking volleyball this year?
Oh you should have seen the sale at Nordstrom’s. I paid two hundred for the sheets.
I choke as I listen. Two hundred dollars? Was she high?
Yes she was. High on the power given to her by a husband who is fucking someone else.
That is such a good deal. I redid the bathroom this week. Gold inlaid wall paper and brand new towels. Ian hates it. But with the party next week how could I resist?
Maybe someone should have slapped them both before the trip to the mall.
The couple by the window is all into themselves but I hear the words.
Baby. Scared. Now what. Broke. But we’re not even married. What will I tell my dad?
Your parents hate me. Can we afford a baby? Do you want to get married? We’ve only been together for seven months. How did this happen? I know I love you. I love you too but do we really want this? A baby born with the economy the way it is. No money for a house. No money for baby things. Can barely afford the apartment and gas for the cars.
The barista behind me runs the drive thru. And she hates her job. She is talking to her self. Stupid people, she mumbles.
Half fat, no fat, skim milk, whole milk. Can you hear those kids screaming in the background? Jesus, when the hell is my shift over?
I thought everyone loved working at Starbucks. The cashier tells her she only has an hour left. And I only have five minutes left before I have to go to work. Where dogs will bark telling me their woes instead of people who don’t know when to shut the hell up.
Bark, bark Please feed me
Woof, woof I need out
Whine, whine Please love me
Whimper, whimper I had an accident, please don’t be mad
The woes of my dogs at work
More meaningful then those conversations over caffeine
Dependent on no one but me
The voices of the yuppies will not poison my brain
Against those who have no voice
Masochist
Eye level with your heels,
Arms out-stretched, scratching for your feet.
Dirt collects under my nails,
Like nasty souvenirs of my desperation.
I’m clutching toward you
Toward light, life and what seems to be real.
Yet, if I were to reach you,
Grab hold, pull you down,
I’d be no more satiated than I am now.
From my heaven on the ground
To my hell in the dirt.
Thank You
I am very loud and determined.
I scream and yell and never give up
I hear the thoughts of my dogs
Love me, feed me, let me pee
I see honesty in everyone around me
I want to finish school and succeed
I am very loud and determined
I pretend I can sing my heart out
I feel that I am so lost
I touch the minds of those who are closed minded
I worry that I will fail in everything
I cry when I think of those I have lost
I am very loud and determined
I understand not everyone will love me
I say What the hell?
I dream about how I can change who I am
I try to be the best person I can
Despite my past
I hope that in the end everything I have done
Is worth it
I am very loud and determined
Witch’s Night Out
The witching hour approaches
The darkness of the moon encroaches
Fairies dance on petals of flowers
Whittling away the hours
People cross my path like heads of cattle
Numb to where they are going, voices prattle
Powers of love, happiness
Disappear without forgiveness
Flower petals like satin against my face
Remind me I am part of the human race.
Stand against the car, the soft rain against my skin
My time is at an end.
Wishing I could regain my power
The witch walks away at the end of the hour
Haunted
Why am I doing this? Driving to take a plane to the past. Where it haunts me night and day.
Trapped animal in a cage. People staring into a life they will never understand.
The wickedness of it all is enthralling. Telling a story of one person in a sea of faces.
I am the one you pass on the street and give no notice to, my face tells a story.
Will you listen? Turn a deaf ear to someone tormented by the past.
The wheels of the plane screech to a halt, the journey will begin again.
What is this journey?
A look into my soul.
Sisters talk, sisters scream, sisters hug til you cannot breathe.
They offer advice, pretend to listen, stab your heart, watch you bleed on the floor as they stare and ask what is wrong.
You don’t listen I mouth to them and they tilt their head in confusion.
All for the sake of love and sisterhood. All lies. Every single word drips disdain as you seek advice.
All about me
Syndrome seeps out of the pores of their skin.
Friends who claim you like a dog, care not for anything but their own selfish thoughts, wants and needs. Promises broken like twigs on a tree.
The hot water of the shower cleanses my skin but not my soul. Looking in the mirror, it is like a painting.
To someone who sees past the flaws I am perfect. Dressing the part of someone who is happy. Clothes hide the hurt, pain and insecurity.
Like a bandage covering the wound of a skinned knee.
When the bandage is ripped off it strips away a layer of my soul. Dancing and see more people who could care less is mind numbing. Like the needle of a tattoo gun piercing your skin a thousand times. Focus on it and you go blank. Motions and motions, keeping with the music. Time passes.
Can I leave please?
My stomach is full and you’re making me sick. Skin crawling like a thousand ants living on me.
Your voice makes me smile. No regret of secrets I have told you. I lay my soul bare to you. I am naked around you, does it show? Do you care? Why me? Fear of what will be said paralyzes me.
You scare me.
I hate fear and unknown. I hate and love the power you have over me.
Yank my chain, watch it cut my skin.
Mark me.
Enslave me.
I am yours and you don’t even know it. Love her. Live with her. Yet I am the one who heightens your passion. White mist covers the ground hiding what we have done.
Is it so terrible? Can you love two at the same time? Will it drive you insane? Am I just a piece of paper with words that have no meaning?
Thrown away until the next time I see your smile.
Shopping for a new life that will be born into a world of drama, hate, and loathing. Selfishness oozes from your skin, bitch. I hate you for thinking it is all about you. I hate you for putting someone who could give a shit before me.
Die for you I would, and again I am nothing to you.
Why do I this? Beat head against wall. I no longer exist. No longer fit into a life that used to be mine.
Lain in the bed I have made, barbed wire and all, scars white against my skin. And you are just another person who has used my body. You don’t hear a fucking word. Night terrors shake me awake. Demons crawl through my mind. Eat what is left of my soul. Mercy you say. I have none.
Where were you when I needed mercy? Compassion? Understanding of my private hell? And your love?
I am leaving you all now. I drive away and look back. Tears run down my face, leaving streaks in the dirt of sin and lies marring my skin. Plane takes me away from here.
I am free, aren’t I?
The clouds surrounding me only give the illusion of freedom.
I am never free of emotions that suck me dry until nothing is left
Who I am?
An illusion, to you, to them, to the world and to myself.
Caffeine and Canines
Saturday morning coffee. And the prattle of soccer moms and couples.
Why didn’t he do the dishes? Did you know Aimee is taking volleyball this year?
Oh you should have seen the sale at Nordstrom’s. I paid two hundred for the sheets.
I choke as I listen. Two hundred dollars? Was she high?
Yes she was. High on the power given to her by a husband who is fucking someone else.
That is such a good deal. I redid the bathroom this week. Gold inlaid wall paper and brand new towels. Ian hates it. But with the party next week how could I resist?
Maybe someone should have slapped them both before the trip to the mall.
The couple by the window is all into themselves but I hear the words.
Baby. Scared. Now what. Broke. But we’re not even married. What will I tell my dad?
Your parents hate me. Can we afford a baby? Do you want to get married? We’ve only been together for seven months. How did this happen? I know I love you. I love you too but do we really want this? A baby born with the economy the way it is. No money for a house. No money for baby things. Can barely afford the apartment and gas for the cars.
The barista behind me runs the drive thru. And she hates her job. She is talking to her self. Stupid people, she mumbles.
Half fat, no fat, skim milk, whole milk. Can you hear those kids screaming in the background? Jesus, when the hell is my shift over?
I thought everyone loved working at Starbucks. The cashier tells her she only has an hour left. And I only have five minutes left before I have to go to work. Where dogs will bark telling me their woes instead of people who don’t know when to shut the hell up.
Bark, bark Please feed me
Woof, woof I need out
Whine, whine Please love me
Whimper, whimper I had an accident, please don’t be mad
The woes of my dogs at work
More meaningful then those conversations over caffeine
Dependent on no one but me
The voices of the yuppies will not poison my brain
Against those who have no voice
Masochist
Eye level with your heels,
Arms out-stretched, scratching for your feet.
Dirt collects under my nails,
Like nasty souvenirs of my desperation.
I’m clutching toward you
Toward light, life and what seems to be real.
Yet, if I were to reach you,
Grab hold, pull you down,
I’d be no more satiated than I am now.
From my heaven on the ground
To my hell in the dirt.
Thank You
I am very loud and determined.
I scream and yell and never give up
I hear the thoughts of my dogs
Love me, feed me, let me pee
I see honesty in everyone around me
I want to finish school and succeed
I am very loud and determined
I pretend I can sing my heart out
I feel that I am so lost
I touch the minds of those who are closed minded
I worry that I will fail in everything
I cry when I think of those I have lost
I am very loud and determined
I understand not everyone will love me
I say What the hell?
I dream about how I can change who I am
I try to be the best person I can
Despite my past
I hope that in the end everything I have done
Is worth it
I am very loud and determined
Witch’s Night Out
The witching hour approaches
The darkness of the moon encroaches
Fairies dance on petals of flowers
Whittling away the hours
People cross my path like heads of cattle
Numb to where they are going, voices prattle
Powers of love, happiness
Disappear without forgiveness
Flower petals like satin against my face
Remind me I am part of the human race.
Stand against the car, the soft rain against my skin
My time is at an end.
Wishing I could regain my power
The witch walks away at the end of the hour
Haunted
Why am I doing this? Driving to take a plane to the past. Where it haunts me night and day.
Trapped animal in a cage. People staring into a life they will never understand.
The wickedness of it all is enthralling. Telling a story of one person in a sea of faces.
I am the one you pass on the street and give no notice to, my face tells a story.
Will you listen? Turn a deaf ear to someone tormented by the past.
The wheels of the plane screech to a halt, the journey will begin again.
What is this journey?
A look into my soul.
Sisters talk, sisters scream, sisters hug til you cannot breathe.
They offer advice, pretend to listen, stab your heart, watch you bleed on the floor as they stare and ask what is wrong.
You don’t listen I mouth to them and they tilt their head in confusion.
All for the sake of love and sisterhood. All lies. Every single word drips disdain as you seek advice.
All about me
Syndrome seeps out of the pores of their skin.
Friends who claim you like a dog, care not for anything but their own selfish thoughts, wants and needs. Promises broken like twigs on a tree.
The hot water of the shower cleanses my skin but not my soul. Looking in the mirror, it is like a painting.
To someone who sees past the flaws I am perfect. Dressing the part of someone who is happy. Clothes hide the hurt, pain and insecurity.
Like a bandage covering the wound of a skinned knee.
When the bandage is ripped off it strips away a layer of my soul. Dancing and see more people who could care less is mind numbing. Like the needle of a tattoo gun piercing your skin a thousand times. Focus on it and you go blank. Motions and motions, keeping with the music. Time passes.
Can I leave please?
My stomach is full and you’re making me sick. Skin crawling like a thousand ants living on me.
Your voice makes me smile. No regret of secrets I have told you. I lay my soul bare to you. I am naked around you, does it show? Do you care? Why me? Fear of what will be said paralyzes me.
You scare me.
I hate fear and unknown. I hate and love the power you have over me.
Yank my chain, watch it cut my skin.
Mark me.
Enslave me.
I am yours and you don’t even know it. Love her. Live with her. Yet I am the one who heightens your passion. White mist covers the ground hiding what we have done.
Is it so terrible? Can you love two at the same time? Will it drive you insane? Am I just a piece of paper with words that have no meaning?
Thrown away until the next time I see your smile.
Shopping for a new life that will be born into a world of drama, hate, and loathing. Selfishness oozes from your skin, bitch. I hate you for thinking it is all about you. I hate you for putting someone who could give a shit before me.
Die for you I would, and again I am nothing to you.
Why do I this? Beat head against wall. I no longer exist. No longer fit into a life that used to be mine.
Lain in the bed I have made, barbed wire and all, scars white against my skin. And you are just another person who has used my body. You don’t hear a fucking word. Night terrors shake me awake. Demons crawl through my mind. Eat what is left of my soul. Mercy you say. I have none.
Where were you when I needed mercy? Compassion? Understanding of my private hell? And your love?
I am leaving you all now. I drive away and look back. Tears run down my face, leaving streaks in the dirt of sin and lies marring my skin. Plane takes me away from here.
I am free, aren’t I?
The clouds surrounding me only give the illusion of freedom.
I am never free of emotions that suck me dry until nothing is left
Who I am?
An illusion, to you, to them, to the world and to myself.
