Tag: poetry

perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination

her lofty ambitions often held her back, 
was it the lack of dedication 
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying 
and denying it was the problem. 
If only they knew… 
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust, 
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal. 
Welcome stormy weather, 
let me light a candle.
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zaftig, charlatan, mojo

descriptors didn't enamor her 
so why was she enchanted by 
this charlatan's words. 
for a brief second: he was the guy 
The mojo this charlatan possessed
often left her feeling blessed
Aw sweetie, anything for you
she would reply
with a coy sparkle in her eye
and a spring in her step 
magical moments that lasted seconds 
before he became a bore 
and spoke out of hand 
causing her to fall back to earth. 
Oh, he could’ve been the guy… 
but remember 
she wasn't enamored by descriptors
zaftig? really?
Is that what you see?
In her body dysmorphic mind
she was unable to embrace her curves  
and could only equate that word 
with the worst 
She missed the body she used to know
The body she had 
before age come and took hold

wod 10/18/21

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my favorite mornings

My favorite mornings are the ones 
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum 
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself 
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here 
grateful for another chance 
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough 
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know 
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed, 
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice 
I'm about to make 
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
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reciprocal, somersault rationale

Oh my god she gasped silently. 
What did he do, now? 
She shrunk back into her shell and  turned away. 
If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge  his actions with a reaction… 
did it happen? 
Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, 
far from it, 
but she giggled as if it was. 
I mean
the respect was reciprocal,
but this spectacle he made of himself 
had little to do with her 
and more with the frustration 
so many others had.
We were trapped 
without a visible way out. 
Sometimes one had to shout, get loud 
then do somersaults to explain the rationale. 
However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

Wod 12/18/21

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devotion, daunt, cryosphere

A noise behind the closed door 
startled his senses, with a jolt he 
shot up like a bolt. It was a crash 
bang clang, a signal that a new 
disturbance had entered the atmosphere 
He was tempted to call out 
"Hello, who's there?" but then he had a 
flashback to the last time he asked 
that and blindly opened the door, the 
last time he attempted to investigate 
and his world imploded and he crashed 
through the crack in the cryosphere 
and found himself here. Inside a 
dark cell dedicated to his devotions, 
a place to play out his premonitions 
undaunted, untethered by outside 
criticisms. He was not prepared nor 
ready for this intrusion on his solitude.

Wod 10/22/21

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the re-read

a cup of coffee 
I re-read my words 
to try and remember the time 
but ultimately I remember the mood 
that goes with every rhyme. 
In some I smile and bask in the joy 
that comes from when the writing is done. 
In others I relive the darkness 
that had enveloped me then 
when it encroached on my soul 
but as I wrote those words 
I was finally able to let it go. 
I don't know what people will see, 
what they will read, 
what they will eventually 
believe of me. 
But if they could identify 
and know those moments 
inhabit us all…  
Then I did my duty 
and it was worth it all.

9/18/21

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inane, menace, columbarium

That cackle sent a chill down my spine. 
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's. 
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace 
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story 
is where he sought his glory. 
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
                May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.

words of the day 11/1

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bogus, anomaly, verst

grey blue background with yellow polka dots. A box in the center that reads words of the day 10/23. Bogus, Anomaly, Verst. 
confused by the term, 
she thought hard, 
you could see it reflected in her expression, 
the furrowed brow and pursed lips 
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’ 
Where? What? 2 verses? 
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on. 
This is a bogus explanation, 
she only asked for directions, 
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up 
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead. 
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.

words of the day 10/23/21

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