The Drone.
Data collected.
At base planned invasion.
Massacre looming.
Time will tell
Plans I have
Time I have
Resources I have
Ideas I have
Support I have
But whether or not this crazy dream of mine
Will ever come to fruition
Only time will tell
misty sigh goodbye
you don’t make it easy
your diaries don’t compensate
for the silence you bestow
our story ended
before
droplets could soak us in
the third time in a row
as it should’ve been
as it could’ve been
cos isn’t that where we started love
under the cloak of your van
in the wisp of the mist
in your black shirt
with open windows..
Avery Alone
Avery let loose a little scream
it was more surprise than pain
though the hammer hurt when
it came crashing down upon his thumb.
He dropped the tool and ran inside
where he found himself alone.
His whimpers echoed in the empty kitchen.
As per usual, Mother was ‘out’ with friends
and father, not a word in his vocabulary
since the day he was born.
He stuck his thumb inside his mouth
and soothed himself, silencing all the hurt.
Alone
The moon was high
So was she.
The blade was sharp
Her thoughts were violent
She mimicked them.
The blood was fading.
So was she.
She felt her spirit
Go.
She was sleeping.
She never woke.
Even in death she was alone.
The Night
My heart sings of Your goodness
even in the night
though there is no showing
of a coming light
Though my soul is weary
and longs for things desired
a hope inside springs forward
ignites a tiny fire
Even when i stumble
as the darkness closes in
on You I am relying
to give me peace within
A light will burst forth shortly
the dark will soon be gone
night doesn’t last forever
soon will come the dawn
Work
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work is in session with noise all around me
distractions
in session
discomfort
in session
anxiety
in session
doubt
in session
awkward feelings
in session
4 hours in
3 minutes till its time again
pushing forward
anticipation of that midnight burn
work
in session
~ism
Spring
New buds bloom into fragrant flowers
Green grass, luscious lavender
growing.
Birds cheerfully chirping in their nests
Butterflies flutter
to and fro.
Ducklings discovering the pond’s
Cool water
Bees buzzing busily from
Flower to flower.
Spring, where life begins.
Death and the Hatted Man (3)
Death and the Hatted Man
For Deloris and Rose Etta
Sister, Sister,
Wake up
I am in a car
Alone
Driven by a hatted man
I’ve never seen before
I need you
Chaser of bogeymans
Slayer of monsters who live under beds
And ghosts who sneak in at night to terrorize children with gas and fear
Numbered cars lumber to the church
To view you,
Sister
I wish you were here to hold my hand to
Fix the barrettes in my pressed hair to
Fiddle with my gloves and still the
Trembling of my hands
Whisper, “Don’t be afraid”
Sister, Sister
Wake up
There are rope burns around your neck!
Young, thin, helpless
A too tight purple necklace with
Scalloped angry edges
Forged in rage
Who clasped that hateful choker, Pie?
Who?
Speak
I want to shake you, Sister!
I want to shake your eyes open
Shake you ‘til you sit up
Shake you ‘til that grisly locket unlatches
Shake you ’til your trapped breath rushes from your lungs
Sister, Sister
Wake up
Jesus, please
Sister Pie
Wake
Wake now
I’m falling into darkess
Without you
© Davita Joie 2016
deadpool
Deadpool’s standing on my desk
a plastic figure clothed in red
stoic, stiff, and statuesque
a shiny little bobble head
with ninja sword and sawn off gun
frozen pose prepared to spar
my anti-heroes all good fun
after credits “chicka chicka”