Friday, December 28, 2012

POETRY: "Marie Antoinette" By Cheryl A. Baldwin

We were separated
like a banana and its peel
I felt tossed out
... yet I was free of all the bitter implications of life.
Oh i may not understand now, but i will!
...Someday
    
Mama say he was no good for me
...but oh how i adored him dearly.
See I was in love.
Astonished by his style 
and captivated by his voice
               But still he was no good.
Creepin' through the nights at all hours and...
And I loved him.
Didn't seem to mind his wicked ways, cuz at the end of the day 
He was still mine 
and I was still his
He was my Mozart 
And i was his Antonia,
Lost in the music of love together.

     And there was always that voice in the back of my head telling me that this was wrong.
But i couldn't...
I just couldn't let go of...
 ...my love.

     ...Yes, those days have come to pass,
and even though i don't get that feeling anymore
and even though those melodic memories still parade my dreams...
I must find peace with it...!

  ...Cuz mama knows best
And she say that the rhythm in my heart will, one day, live again.

"Hi" by Ana Hagins


My mind starts to race

at increasing increments,

a pace so unrealistic my thoughts can’t keep up.

 

Arrange, rearrange.

Arrange, rearrange.

Constantly changing,

but not in cycles.

 

One step closer and

my nerves go haywire.

Hostility.

A total mental chaos.

 

Anxiety hits…

 

PANIC!

 

PANIC!

 

PANIC!

 

Arrange, rearrange.

Arrange, rearrange.

Constantly changing,

but it’s not a pattern.

 

Viciously banging against my head,

my thoughts can’t get a grip on

what needs to be done.

Ever so aggressively scourging my tongue

that my teeth began to chatter.

Brain freeze.

 

WAKE UP!

I’m awake,

in a zone but not focused

…gotta get focused.

 

KNOCK! KNOCK!

It exasperates intensely on my throat like

I’m chokin’,

and then it gets me nauseous.

 

SPIT IT OUT!

Now I gotta puke

like a punk overdosin’.

 

Arrange, rearrange.

Arrange, rearrange.

Constantly changing.

 

I’m flipped like opposites.

Gemini.

Now yin and yang.

 
STOP!

Now im feeling woosey.

 
 
One step closer…

 
 
WARNING!

YOU ARE NOW OVERDOSIN’

OFF A DRUG THAT GETS YOU OPEN!

 

One step closer and it all replays…

 
 
PANIC: arrange, rearrange.

 
 
WAKE UP: I’m woke. I’m in a zone but not focused. Gotta stay focused.

 
 
KNOCK KNOCK: it hits so hard off my throat like im chokin’. 

 
 
Arrange, rearrange.

Arrange, rearrange.

 
 
One step closer…

 
 
SPIT IT OUT!

 

I take one final step

and say…

“Hi”.

POETRY: 'S (Xcuse Me, 1st Luv)' by Trinity


Ill try my hrdst 2 say

ths w/o 2 much scruple

bt I cnt hlp bt c da wy uve neglectd us dese past six

yrs. Ive bn starving

frm ur lack of affection or any knd of sentiment

tht wud giv me any incentiv 2 wnt 2 luv u. u dnt knw hw mny times I seriously

thot bout leavn u. I wsnt sure

whn I’d do it or whthr or nt I’d tell u face 2 face or jus simply

leave a dear jon lettr on da fire place. Bt nsted I stayed

bc it sounded

so

hrd 2 scheme

my wy thru ths life w/o u. Az I said

it ovr & ovr n my hed I fnd myslf  st-st-stuttering

lik a cam’s shutter…

Mor lik a shiver

bt it wsnt freezn. It flickrd & flutrd az I tried to fnd evry reason 2 4gt it. Bt its steadily

on my mind. I thnk bout u lik 1 thnks bout 2, lik 2 thnks bout turtle duvs, lik duvs thnk bout cryn… ive shed

enuff tears 2 flood ths earth ovr again & u hv yt 2 feel my pain. It’s a steady

cycle: I start

2 leav bt something

alwys stops

me & makes me hope ull do bettr bt thn I fnd myslf stuck

n da same

spot.

& im sorry

if it seems

az if im puttn evrythng on u; its sum

of my negligence 2 bt eithr wy we hv 2 face da fact tht we cnt sustain

a healthy rltnshp. I didnt wnt it 2 cum 2 ths bc I knw it wud hrt. Ive thot lng & hrd bout it…bout me… bout u lik r thnks bout s,

lik s

thnks bout shoes,

lik shoes

thnk bout wlkn, lik wlkn thnks bout out… im wlkn out on u bc its hrd nt knwn wher u nd 2 b bt known tht its nt wher ur @. Jus take a wlk n my shoes

4 a moment. I say

all of tht 2 say

tht our current situation

is pass da possibility of restoration. We no lngr hv jus patchs 2 sew

up bc weve out grown ea othr n certain aspects. Do u smell

wht im stepping

n? & n sum

cases im bored 2 say

the least. I nd 2 taste da kiss of someone

new. & az I sit

here & thnk of hw 2 summarize

da end of wht seems 

to b nvr endn I beg tht u nt bribe me 2 stay

bc by da time u respond 2 ths txt ill b gon. I knw ths is totally random & I hope tht im nt interruptn a gud day or addn 2 a bad 1. So

xcuse me, 1st luv, bt we r thru. Sorry.

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