24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A love that lasts beyond a
Life time
A love given freely without constraint
A love to draw on in times
Of trouble and strife
A love to rejoice in
When there are sunny skies and smooth sailing
And provide a safe harbour from the stormy days
A love kept close and
Never to be broken
To be treasured and nurtured
That is love eternal
Dark and bitter poison,
It burns the whole way down,
Like tar stretched on an ocean,
You cannot swim so much as drown.
I should have left already.
Paid my final dues to no one
and escape
this poison pain
I know courses
through my veins as blood.
I cannot escape this in life.
Though chains keep me
bind to something I do not want
do not hold
something that uses my corpse
to walk
and talk
a puppet
that hold its hands
around my heartstrings
pulling them out
forcing me to feel
every moment
visceral and deep
before
continuing continuum
of reducing my art
to blood and flesh
surely sorely given
digging deep scratches
that pool and shiver
wrapping bramble vine
on contradicting constricts
of understanding
and acceptance.
I am an artist.
The glass of wine
was as red as the pen
both spilt
leaked
became wet
and hit
the paper with
marks
nothing hurt
nothing was tipsy
yet
anyhow
it all felt good
i was pleased
with both
pen and wine…
Oh so worried and Attractive
Adorable as she twirls
Perfect and humourous
Special and buoyant
Is Steady not a laughing stock
Character is charming
Height is delightful and unfenced
Pious, restful and calm
Thoughtful and honest
Appreciation wishing prosperity
Not excessive only Annual
A Passionate Life.
This hour your challenge is to write a poem about coffee . Although there is one tiny catch. You can never use the words coffee, beans, black, milky, cafe, or caffeine in this poem. You must convey the idea of coffee, of drinking it, without ever mentioning these words.
Obviously, this is a little tricky. If you want to write a first draft containing these words, go right ahead. But then you must edit them out.
The challenge of this prompt is to convey something without stating it. It is also fun to challenge one’s mind to use new and different language to describe something you encounter everyday, even if you don’t drink it yourself.
Part IX
There is no damn way anyone would want to come
and drag me out of the poppy field;
my life, oozing out and mixing reds
with the poppy flowers.
music begins swimming inside my head,
is this how it ends?
my funeral march a song only I can hear?
it’s that music –
the music that used to beat my head lifeless,
along with 15 empty bottles of beer;
the music that made me buy skeins of rope
and more alcohol and razor blades and anything else
that might kill the pain;
the music that suggested all sorts of immoral acts,
bad behavior and all things,
crimes against my very soul –
I fought them off like angry bastards.
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 4:00 pm
Your eyes flicker hope when they meet mine.
Your lips curve into that pink ribbon of wonder.
I’m not surprised when your hand grabs for mine, clutching.
And then you ask: Are you a survivor?
I smooth my shorn head, sum you up, smile.
Are you holding out for hope or hanging on?
Should I shake you up or cut you loose?
Will I make you cry…or shall I?
I have a different truth for every stranger’s dare.
I’m brave enough to answer.
Do you have the courage to listen?
Grant me peace.
Allow me
sleep eternal
or another way
out of here
this dark, this first
forest I called home
adopted
not birthed.
my departure
will not burn concrete.
the embers
will burn
then fade
as always
red hot to burn
and linger coals
blindly releasing
energy
in the form
of heat.
Blackened marks, maybe,
but even they
will wash away
with water,
and time
take from me
whatever you want
from
whatever is left
in the ruins
I won’t be needing
any
fire sale
if you will.
EVERYTHING MUST GO.
whatever stays,
is lost.
I am Flood,
destruction
pulling under
currents
swallowing foreign
drowning breaths
I have found
this world
is a haven
for ignorance.
The mediocre
is inescapable
the skin
is already
bleeding
run, child,
maybe you can escape this.
I cut myself, cause I’m afraid of a needle I luv myself, cause I’m afraid to lose me I feel u, cause I’m afraid not to see u I know her cause she comes to see me I never answer but hear the bell ring Demons bark at the door But light breaks thru the floor It covers me in angels heart’s and kiss me To they I adore Myself Me You