"Pen and Paper"
What do you fear will be revealed?
I feel dread as I pick up my weapon
The whitest surface I’ve ever
seen
mocking me
Tooth enamel porcelain smooth
What dares to mar this precious
luminous surface?
I look down
The paper opens wide
A gaping
whole stretching from side to side
“Gasp!”
A stab wound has pierced my
paper
Like a box cutter to
the stat-icky white surface of a balloon
Like teeth ripping into a plum
Bursting with juices and fleshy pulp
the pen making my paper bleed
It’s oozing pain in the form of
black-red paint
this exquisitely rich blood
drips down my paper
trickling
creating large teardrops like a
weeping willow
It cries
for the martyrdom of the world and
soldiers’ lives
and then it soaks it all up
like a big warm towel over a baby's
smooth skin
It comforts
like a white sheet over a dead body
it brings resolution
There in bold black letters
my words appear
like a New York Times headline
the blood has dried
. . . . . . . . .
"Marionette"
There are strings everywhere
I feel lifeless
gout and time creeping in
As I lay still
My feet are tied to my hands
making it impossible to walk
These tangled strings hindering my every move
like a spider web
woven with desire
Bound by the sweet sap of a lie
If I raise my hand I’ll put my foot in my mouth
As I lay still
In the darkness of this toy chest
I only think of him
I only think of him
surrounded by play things
Until he returns to bring me to life
Until he returns to bring me to life
My satisfaction is only the one I bring him
Without it I can’t feel human
I’m nothing
Nobody
How quickly I lose my value
in the hands of another
As I lay still
. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
"One Question"
Why didn't you say goodbye?
Now I think of you with a sigh.
You certainly left your mark
But you left without a trace.
This question runs through my mind,
Sometimes the pain can make me blind.
Running happily through the park
Reading bedtime stories in the dark
Father, I thought you cared
About the memories we shared.
So sublime…
What made you lie?
I feel alone but I have grown
My heart is no longer stone.
Wait! One more thing before you go,
When you’re drunk and alone
Do you remember me?
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