The Poetry Marathon

Haunt me!

If that’s the only way to feel you around me, then I guess I’ll have to learn to sage myself with good intention; not allowing you to stay while unprotected.

Sweet surrender for eternity!

Haunt me, never leave me lonely; even when you scare me.

You seem to have the need…

to haunt me..

till..

I..

die.

-CyN-

You want me to describe the problem,

then repeat myself until you’ve claimed to solve it.

But ignoring a problem doesn’t really take care

of it though? Does it?

Can’t claim to not see the destruction that your

ignorance let you live In.

Lift those veils up, get your eyes up; pay attention

see. Clearer vision, less division; strive for unity!

What if it was your child being treated differently,

for the color of their skin,

their gender, or sexuality!

Hardly seems fair to judge them,

If you’re asking me.

Casting shame on those deemed less than worthy.

Contemplate it; overstate it, seek reciprocity.

Unwilling to be pushed aside or sit sidelined quietly.

Lift those veils up, get your eyes up; pay attention

see. Clearer vision, less division; strive for unity!

Being welcome under spectrum

of the roaring rainbow squad,

make me realize there’s acceptance now,

than there ever really was. I grateful, i am.

Though I won’t ever pretend, there’s a nagging

sense of displacement that hinders me to no end.

Lift those veils up, get your eyes up; pay attention

see. Clearer vision, less division; strive for unity!
-Steady Striving-

-CyN-

A bit of whipping can make the frosting tasty, but there’s a fine line between cream and curd; beating your batter to a pulp may lead to deflated egos reflected in collapsed, cratered, remnants of deserted foundations. Happy cakes, prefer to rise but only in attempt to escape their molds. The pound for pound cake helps break the monotony, as Marie Antoinette once said, “let them eat cake!”

Ingredients:

1. Young, romantically hopefully human. Preferably marinated in self pity, judgement, and “daddy issues.”
2. Slightly older, narcissistic, eye pleasing, enticing human. Has major issues but will never acknowledge them, unless its to play the victim.
3. Short tempers, resentment, depression.
4. Pettiness and arrogance.

For added spiciness you may sprinkle the following mental illnesses/disorders: Stockholm Syndrome, PTSD, any variety of anxiety or OCD,

Mix two personalities who should never be in the same room, much less together and watch as the temperature rises.

Batter, doesn’t usually boil, though it runs runny without any substance. Wont hold up, yeast wont rise, stifled in its own demise.

There’s too many pounds in this pound cake, it’s been pounded to a splatter and it’s lost shape, but you keep trying to remake the batter anyway.

maybe, if I use less trauma this time, maybe I’ll stir the pot less; it’ll be fine.

it has to be fine, doesn’t it? wont it?

Not always,

sometimes the batter spatters over the rim and hits with spoilers, tensions rise and stokes the broiler.

not every baker gets to it in time to pull it out and regain composure.

Some cakes burn before you can tier them into submission, without dowels they tend to buckle with intention.

Be cautious on how you mix your batter.

Without the proper foundation, none of that deco fondant really matters!.

-Sugar Coated Trauma-

-CyN-

2020

Mrs. Piccolo,
Wasn’t famous, though I thought the world knew her though!
Well, my world did,
this lady had a way of loving you and making you believe it!
Her job was to teach, but she connected with each,
we all paid attention at every word she did speak.
We hung on her, like over ripened fruit, trying to hang on, afraid to unroot, afraid of a breakthrough. But she found a way to make sense of life, for you.
Misses Piccolo, she still isn’t famous, not sure if she retired but I surely know this, she went way above and beyond the job for which she was hired!