Socks Before Coffee
My seams are showing
I’ve exposed the wrong side to the world
bumpy, backward
the colors are strange,
messy little threads, a patchwork.
This happens when I put my socks on before drinking my coffee.
The vampire squid does not care, turning himself inside out,
using it to his advantage.
Hour 7 – Inside Out
An angel descended from heaven
A bud and blossom to heaven
In heart, a corner never shown
Honey, by you I have known
So precious, and priceless pearl
May you remain in happy whirl
You are the harbinger of my proud
May worries wipe from your surround
Your chuckles are like morning bell
My life and dreams within you dwell
A sweet blessing so beautiful too
My source of strength is you
Once you lodged into my womb
Now your face is about to bloom
7. Beneath My Skin
Deep within, beneath my skin
my heart, my pulse, unite.
I see my bones, my muscle tones
my blood
in liquid night.
The boundaries
between my heart, and where my brain would go
I melt like ice, in heat
despite
reluctance
to let go.
Feelings roll like waves or more
like shadows on the lawn
they come, they go, they pass…some slow
revealing what
they know.
Deep within, beneath my skin
beyond my ego lies
a spirit of infinity
relation to
all life.
Lament of the Bacterium
The end is near
The noxious oozes are making me
swell beyond my control
and soon I will burst
Before all of this,
life was ok
with a regularity and order
and a common understanding among the all of the beings
Then without warning,
I was separated from my kin
as there was such a rush of movement
that swept me up and pushed me down into the chasm
There was food everywhere
and I ate, divided,
ate some more, and divided
until I had become many
I had heard rumors of
giant billowy white blobs
that could vacuum many of us up
but the cornucopia of this new land was intoxicating
Then, just like that,
it all went wrong.
We were dying all of me
I knew it couldn’t go on for ever.
#7 Small
I inhabit the small
My small apartment, a little box that is my refuge
From any and all monsters outside
But not so small; I still check the closets when I come in
To make sure no one is hiding.
My small stature, I am not quite five feet tall
Always in the front of the group photo
But not always seen over the counter
People apologize but I see right through them
When they claim they could not see me.
My small life, driven by design
To contract rather than expand
Staring up into a world out of my reach
I am Alice after the potion.
Sense Of Belonging
Sense Of Belonging
A burst of cloud
In my eyes
Gathered deep
In the night of my heart
While cupid attacks
The might of logic
And paralyses
All sense of belonging.
Hour 7
@varenyas
Guts
Let’s start with the organs and tissue and bone for once,
Instead of mountainous breasts and slender legs.
If we really really looked into the eyes,
Rather than just noting the shocking blue
That makes her so pretty,
We’d see so much more.
Look into them and see her suffering,
Because if you understand her suffering you understand her.
His muscles are bulging beneath his tank top,
But what if you saw the actual bicep underneath.
Then you could see the real struggle,
The pounds of pain he lifts up and away,
The pain that keeps coming back.
Maybe that’s why he is so huge.
Feel the heart, transporting blood,
Instead of thinking you know the heart,
Based on a few misspoken words.
Words are hard, cut them some slack.
Bones are strength.
Bent over a walker, she is not weak.
Her bones have been through more than you could fathom,
Her back just needs a permanent rest,
From every thing she’s supported all her years.
Hour 7 Prompt – Inside Out
What shall i write
What shal i write..
When the world is upside down
What shall i write
What shall i write
When everything is going wrong
What shall i write
What shall i write
There is nothing left from inside to out.