poetry (148)

Popcorn

I was raised from the ground

fertile

to look straight into the sun

I grew yellow, green, fresh.

 

The harvest came.

I left behind my stems and roots

taken for another's ways.

 

Dry dazed and waiting,

pressure cooked and fading

I burst

the most vulnerable parts of my heart exposed

to be eaten.

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Conformed to a Rainbow

Conformed to a Rainbow

by PrttyBrd

 

The epidemic of conformity consumes all
Children play by board game rules
Stifled by the world to paint a proper picture
They draw flowers of red with stems of green
Fields of wildflowers viewed as weeds enveloped in insecticides
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
That is a rainbow, in that order alone
We are taught to live by the colors in a box of eight crayons
But even so, those colors cannot make a proper rainbow
A rainbow should be praised if drawn in mixed-breed hues
That field of flowers, natures pallet
We should begin with a box of 124 and grow infinitely
Where lilac dragons can live in cherry trees
Where those waist-high weeds hide the predator from the prey
For where would we be without cops and robbers, or hide and seek
In a world where out of sight incites widespread panic
Children's laughter in the sun is slowly silenced by the rules
Instead, embrace the joy and encourage creativity
We should harbor imagination and develop unreality
For it is there that is born the ideas that will form the future

copyright©PrttyBrd 22/10/2010
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Anguish

Anguish

 

it is my unseen lover
it caresses my dreams
and weaves beauteous nightmares
my closest friend, it walks with me
our hands entwined in better days
and cradles me tight against its breast as I falter
though feared by so many,
it is comforting in its consistency,
in its dependability
always there, it never disappoints
close enough to feel its cold breath envelope me,
it feels like home as it moves like fog through the cracks in my soul
And my heart can almost feel whole in its bitter embrace

 

 

copyright ©PrttyBrd 14/08/11

 

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Motionless (a Haibun)

Motionless (a Haibun)

by PrttyBrd

 

Heart stuck in gray dawn. Subtle remembrances, consume. Longing for more. Lingering for, "used to be".  Vulnerability in pain gambled for strength in love.  Held in place by promises.

Spoken words deny
Actions scream in love and pain
Hearts splinter and crack


Time cannot heal what was not meant to be broken. Change is slow coming.  Dreams of warmth take hold, trying to leach into reality so abruptly ripped apart.  Something once so perfect, so beautiful in its purity, in its simplicity. Forever tainted by selfless gestures turned selfish motives.

Promises broken
Dreams relive yesterday's bliss
Stopping tomorrow


What's good for one, not enough to sustain.  Love enough to last, pushed under, forgotten. Lost to fear. Submerged in darkness.  Yet, there lies the sun.  Warm and alive.  More than a seed, a field of flowers ready to bloom.  Still, flowers of love do not bloom in tears of despair.

You are the warm sun
Watered by my salty tears
Flowers turned to hay

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Conversion

Conversion
by PrttyBrd

Hugging knees in darkest corners
Leaving love behind
Sinking so deeply, light is lost
Spirit broken
Heart shattered
Soul torn
Before the mending could begin
Before the pieces could be swept up
Smacked to the ground
Crushed into powder
Irreparably damaged
Irrevocably heartless
Too much love begets too much torment
Agonizing over unowned burdens
Cold shadows become welcoming
As warmth feels more like Hell


copyright©PrttyBrd 16/09/2011
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Not Necessarily By Choice (a Haibun)

Instant gratification.  Instant disappointment.  Dreams of yesterday and a blind tomorrow. Talk of closing doors and opened windows does not quell fear.  The unknown is too familiar.  Teetering on the precipice of what was and what will be.  The path is unlit.  In darkness all is equal.  There is no direction.  There is no certainty but that any motion will let gravity take hold.  Falling, falling, falling.  Blindfolded by emotion, a lightless tunnel.  Hoping only to land on the side facing forward.  

Thrown into change
Dragged into tomorrow
Clawing the past


Status quo has been erased.  Eradicated by others.  There is no escaping pain, there is no eluding fear.  Time stood still for ages and the clock has begun to tick in time with the very heartbeat of life.  There is more, more to be desired, more that is deserved, more life to live, more joy to find.  How bad is the hunger?  How strong the need? Driven by hope or fear, or both but driven.  Driven to a new sense of self.  A renewed confidence found only through the art of release.

Tides will rise and fall
Sun rises in the morning
Change is imminent
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Without Blinders

I see you
Alone in a crowded room
Speaking about nothing
Going through life lost inside yourself
Thinking that you're invisible
But I see you

I see you
Cigarette in hand for something to do
Working away your time for nothing
Throwing yourself into anything to keep busy
Hiding from the pain you're afraid will lead you to hell
I see you

I see you
Silently crying yourself to sleep
Wondering why it has to be so hard
Wanting nothing more than to be free
Locked behind who you want to be
I see you

I see you
So good inside, masked by a hardening shell
Heartfelt smile that shines in your eyes
So beautiful a heart that the world seems ugly
Too much disappointment, afraid to let go
I see you

I see you
Pain, excruciating, nothing to fill the gaping wounds
Liquid poured right through your soul
Ashamed of the past, afraid there's no future
One day at a time, a means to an end
I see you

I see you
Fighting everyday to be closer to good
Yet, believing all you touch turns black
Those who seek you out don't rate
Assuming they must be crazy to hang around
I see you

I see you
Happy for a minute and ashamed that you were
Thinking you poison all that you love
Caring so much that it consumes you
Believing your doing right by cutting loose
I see you

I see you
Feeling like damaged goods
Sitting on the cusp of acceptance
Trying to re-assimilate
But more afraid of success than failure
I see you

I see you
Ignoring what's right in front of you
Pretending it's not deserved
Fighting your demons alone
Afraid to smile and bask in the joy
I see you

Can you see
That you don't have to fight alone
That you are loved just as you are
That you are an imperfect person
But you are still a good man
Can you see that I see the real you
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If It Was Me

If it was me
I wouldn't stand in your way
I wouldn't hinder your happiness
I couldn't disrupt your life just because I love you
If it was me
I would let you be
I would walk away
and hope you reconnect with your family
If it was me
I'd cry myself to sleep
I'd wake to dreams of what could be
I'd stay busy enough to be numb
I'd pray that it would get easier without you
If it was me
I'd cherish every memory
I'd want nothing more than to be with you
And still I would go
If it was me
I would tell you how much I love you
I would make sure you knew you are wanted
I would show you you are loved
I would cherish our bonded friendship
And hold onto it with all I am
If it was me

But it's not me, it's you
And I wish you would love me as I love you
I wish you were less noble
Yet I would never change you
I would want you to tell me you love me anyway
I would want to know the truth
I would want to know everything
For how am I to find happiness, wherever it may be
If I am left to hope and wonder
If I guess on where you stand
If I'm in love, alone
How am I supposed to know what you won't tell me
So, I cry myself to sleep and dream only of you
I fight against reality and pretend I'm not in love with you
In my heart I'd swear you love me
Though I can't possibly let myself believe it
So I wonder why I'm not good enough
I wonder if you still think of me
I wonder why it is so easy for you to walk away from me
I wonder why you don't hold on to what you can with everything you are.
I wonder why it's so easy to push me away

Still, if it was me.......

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On the Mend

It was taken without asking
Held without contempt
Moved by emotion
Stolen by a lover

It was abused in disguise
Bound tightly by fear
Rejected, unforgiven
Damaged by another

It was reclaimed at long last
Caged for its own safety
Clipped so it couldn't soar
Numbed by the experience

It was afraid to be free
Blindfolded by life
relegated to dull existence
Content in acquiescence

It grew colder over time
Ignored and soon forgotten
Shriveled up and hard
Unnoticed and discarded

It was stumbled upon by grace
Warmed slowly by another
Held fast in times of trouble
Trying hard to be less guarded


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Honest

The feel of your skin envelopes me the second I close my eyes
Your lips, the very taste of you, your hand against my thigh
Racing hearts and shallow breaths of passion not denied
Dreams are filled with memories and hopes of future ties
The now has changed the status quo, I'm living in disguise
Body and mind and heart unite yet living different lives
In the throws of restlessness I awake to subtle cries
My heart, it weeps for longing, for a need I can't describe
So full of joy between us, there is more than love implied
Drawn to you completely, yet left to wonder why
Choices made against a future that seems eternally unwise
Yet painful yearning pushes to a life that we must try
An aftermath of broken hearts and tears that never dry
Still, we're drawn to one another beyond what we realize
How are we to live apart in lives where the sun won't rise
Where everything we say and do will feel like it's a lie
All the love that we could share has come as a surprise
We can't seem to hide our hearts with what our words belie


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Adolescence Strikes Again and Again

I am its victim.
And sadly, so are you.

I'm already sorry
For a certain loss
That only one of us is destined to feel.

If I say I can't help myself,
Is that just my weakness talking?
Am I just being lazy?
Or am I being real?

I want that thrill.
Of pleasure or pain.
That comes along only
When you let yourself

Ignore the laws of time.





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Because you need someone to feed you grapes.

During my first year in college, I sent a very poetic invitation to a boy I liked asking if he would like to join me for a bath, "Because you need someone to feed you grapes". One of my roommates had a disability, so we had the most accessible freshman dorm suite on campus: the only one with an actual tub. Fittingly, I made myself fully accessible to Seth that night.

He arrived and we got right into the bubbles and each other...we ate grapes and cheese and drank champagne. It was a very corny date with many cliches. Well, I suppose getting naked for your first date and conversation is not very cliche, but still...as college dating in the early 80's was concerned...it was filled with romance.

We both had a lovely evening, but neither of us had any interest in continuing the relationship after that. I didn't even bother to seek him out after discovering that he had given me crabs.
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More of Everything

It's the what that I want.

It's the who that I am.

I am the victim of my own objectification.

Open cup of feelings, overflowing.

Cappuccino froth, reddening my wrist.

Tomorrow you won't think of me

Wanting to bite your shoulder and hear you squeak against my teeth.

I want to tell you about that girl tonight.

She was the splintered mirror shard of a sad one we both know.

She cried in my arms and I could only give her words from a poster in the ladies toilet.

She saw me for a minute,

Real and transparent.

Then she reclaimed the former view.

Yet you are even more unwilling

To look at me. At more of everything.

Afraid you will find yourself, perhaps?

Afraid to just let go and be

Within this universal phenomenon

That has kept itself open to you for years.

You struggle against my will

And what you know inside to be your own.

Not knowing how much it burns.

Let yourself free.

To take that more of everything

From me. Free me from this burden. 

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Obsession Pain Killer


Come strip off vague complacency
With skin that shares my blatancy

It's obvious that I don't know you
So why have I so much to show you?

I wish your psychic ability
Was tuned in to my frequency

I'd lead you to a destination
Where I'd break you of your hesitation

I know this feeling can't be real
A strength with which I cannot deal

It's the middle of the night,
Very nearly three
And I can't help wonder,
Did you do this to me

Or did I?





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You found that spot.

You cast my light into shadow and yet it feels good.
Something in me rises to your height and is knocked back by your words,
Falling fast into throes of laughter, about myself.

You found that place.
That ticklish spot
That everyone fears will be a home to tears.

You have figured out my plan
To see you reflect glorious in me.
You are not responsible for my decisions.

You are free.
To be loved and nurtured by your own unique part of me,
Immersed in the flow of things known and unseen.

Attention takes many forms.
Like the shadow of the rock we were sure was a frog.
We look on it in mystery. Never knowing whether it will hop away, or sit waiting to be unfound.

Like my body.
Awaiting your hands.
Awaiting your language.

I know who you are.
You don't need to hide or fear
Your words, at least, will not hurt me yet.

They carry the scent of truth,
Like those beautiful hands of yours,
Just waiting to weave into my hair for the very first time.


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poetry entry #1

TONSwould you like a reward?i've got tonsa bowling trophya trophy wifenobody listensthese chairs are emptyi will greatfully bestow all of these things at your feetyou can pick them up and put them in a boxand place it in your garageyou can label the boxyour exact current impression of mein word formin englishcorrect punctuationand capitalizationif you pleaseone day i'll come to visitand we'll go through all my shitDRUNKwe cannot continue in this wayward fashionyou look drunki don't know if i could ever bring myself to smile like thatyou make me afraid of all the best thingsyou make me afraid of all the best thingsALTERi have in my hand a jumble of hairlike the jumble of words in my brainpulled tugging too tightly at the maneas i rode to the resuceand this is all i have to offer youlike the jumble of knotstying you downi built up and alterso that i can lay them all downstrip by curly stripMYSELFi found myselfsome toys in the closetcobweb coveredcolors fadedfinger printedi found myselfUNTITLEDlament for a timeother than noweven last week would do
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