The Poetry Marathon

Seeing the smile on my face
Can you tell how much pain is in my heart
Seeing the shining eyes
Can you count the endless tears i shed
Seeing me talking to everyone
Can you tell how afraid i am in starting a conversation
Seeing me with some one
Can you tell the number of times i was alone
The number of times i blamed myself
For being me, for loving, for caring,
For understanding someone I shouldn’t have
Can you figure all that out just by my changed self???

she breathed fires, when she’s confronted

And her voracious devil mouth,

Is fuming with venom.

Don’t get close to her or you’ll end up redburnt and blistered skin.

Nothing can stop her, she’s all knowing and always end up the winner.

In every arguments she’s into,

She’s very loquacious and her hyperbolic words hurts.

Instantaneously, Red Dragon girl has passed,

A victim of mental illness.

A social maladies that our society need to address but, to her family, a sacred secret.

Evolve

And change

What awaits

You cannot know

Until

You unzipped

my spine

and crawled

inside before it closed,

trapping you inside.

You fondled your way

through, your muted

screams without echo

off my ribs as I consumed

you bit by bit.

You used my spine

as a ladder to escape,

the damage too much

to take as you straddled

my aorta: thump, thump, thumping.

Each beat a rhythm,

a musical song

to which both hands

grasped,

slipped,

mocked

the blood

at your elbows

as I breathed

my last breath.

I whisper words onto paper
Under a conjured name.

It’s delicious, the magic of it;
Me, but not myself
Mine, but not my own.

I drink in the murmured approvals
Uttered in keystrokes
Sent, ephemeral and
Equally anon.

It’s addictive, the potion;
Fiction, yet reality
Fantasy, yet the truest of my truth.

I’ve whispered words onto paper
Under a conjured name
And now I wonder
If I’ll
remember
my
own.

When you can’t silence your mind

its hard to be at peace

you can have peaceful moments

but never silent

In Life there is no hiding place

which is probably why

I live majority of mine indoors

When I’m by myself

I tend to breathe better

and when I’m alone

I don’t need a hiding place

Beads, long hair, bell bottoms

so colorful I glowed in the dark.

Rebellion at every turn,

searching for I knew not what.

All I knew was that I was not

my father, nor older brother.

I loved them for sure,

I was cut from a different cloth,

So my mother said. But I was

rushing too fast into the future,

To hear or understand their

warnings and comments.

Throw into the mix a recent

failed marriage, and alcohol and drugs.

I did it all, tried it all, but the only thing

I brought forward from those

Troubled days were a well-abused body

And my love for the music of the era.

Looking back I wonder how I survived?

However, here I am, feeling every bit

of those days.

WHAT IF OUR WORDS ARE ONLY

          Images

              &

        Emotions

mELtiNG tHe iNSiDeS

of our hearts, until we are empty

like the body of a guitar that only

SINGSSHOUTSSHREDSSLIDESSPEAKS
when pluck’d

Stalking, insidious.
Walking, meticulous. Crouch.
Cheetah getting hungry, and ready.
Gazelles look delicious.

The last one started to go
It was too late, slow, dull.
Quite surprising, that
those older gazelles sure can run.

What a match, met and set
No way to ever know what would happen but
it started snarling
running

mouth agape,
tearing at the screaming,
salival and dreaming,
sweat and the bleeding.

It was only a young one but my how it ate.
Such a sight can only exist outside of time
out of mind, muddled memory
but the picture is crisp and clear:

Murder happened here.

I got it on film.