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I have fallen in love with my own broken heart,
I hoard my hurts, all pot shards and broken glass,
Closer than my own skin.
I know it's not you that makes me feel disposable, discarded, unwanted, unloved,
Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not smart enough, NEVER ENOUGH....
It is rather the sharpened claws of my own self image.
They puncture me, and leave holes that bleed perspective,
Respawning habits of thought that that fit like
Your favorite old jeans.
I hate them, with a strengthening hate.
They stick to me in hot taffy strings I try to pluck off with unbuttered hands, more tangled with each fumbling effort.
Faceless, faithless lovers, they are all that I reject
They are in my head, in my bed, filling the air with the warm musky scent of my own bad decisions.
I can almost see them sometimes, those fears and insecurities, bursting from me like I am Pandora's box, swarming me like angry wasps.
Then I'm a dwelling, a hive of utter bullshit,
I can hear the buzzing of all that useless baggage,
Seething with every never and always I've ever thought.
I'm tired of swimming in wet concrete,
Trying to breathe underwater,
Frustrated, exhausted.
I try to walk on fractured limbs
Splintered bones grind through my flesh, but
I will get there. Just you watch.
I will be free, someday. The holes left
Spackled shut, some paved over,
Some filled in with loam and growing new life.
Right now they torment me, but I see the future,
And I will win this battle, have already won,
It just remains to stamp them out.
I put my insecurities in the killing jar, pluck off their wings
Watch them squirm their innards out
and I'll do it every day til they are gone.
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I have fallen in love with my own broken heart,
I hoard my hurts, all pot shards and broken glass,
Closer than my own skin
They cut me, and leave holes that bleed perspective,
Wearing grooves of bad habits that that fit like
Your favorite old jeans.
I hate them, with a strengthening hate.
They stick to me in hot taffy strings I try to pluck off with unbuttered hands, and they burn like napalm.
Faceless, faithless lovers, they are all that I reject
They are in my head, in my bed, warm musky scent of my own bad decisions.
I'm tired of swimming in wet concrete,
Trying to breathe underwater,
Frustrated, exhausted.
I try to walk on fractured limbs
Splintered bones grind through my flesh, but
I will get there. Just you watch.
I will be free, someday. The holes left
Spackled shut, some paved over,
Some filled in with loam and growing new life.
Right now they torment me, but I see the future,
And I will win this battle, have already won,
It just remains to stamp them out.
I put my insecurities in the killing jar, pluck off their wings
Watch them squirm their innards out
and I'll do it every day til they are gone.
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I have fallen in love with my own broken heart,
I hoard my hurts, all pot shards and broken glass,
Closer than my own skin
I hate them, with a lengthening hate.
They stick to me in hot taffy strings I try to pluck off with unbuttered hands,
I'm tired of swimming in wet concrete,
Trying to breathe underwater,
Frustrated, exhausted.
I try to walk on fractured limbs
Splintered bones grind through my flesh, but
I will get there. Just you watch.
Faceless, faithless lovers, they are all that I reject
They are in my head, in my bed, warm musky scent of my own bad decisions.
I will be free, someday. The holes they left
Spackled shut, some paved over,
Some filled in with loam and growing new life.
I put them all in the killing jar, pluck off their wings
Watch them squirm their innards out
and I'll do it every day until they are gone.
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Congratulations! We are pleased to accept for publication your manuscript , M13-2535, "Photographs." I found your poem incredibly moving, shockingly good, and professionally crafted. You have a great talent, and it shows with this piece. Thank you so much for sending it our way
Jomeansme: squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Freckled grin incandescent, snub-nosed, kewpie cute,
it overflowed you and swept us all with it, especially me.
Your joy tides left their mark on me
Like seaweed limned flotsam on the beach.
I hear my heart clapping the game of our childhood
Miss Merry Mack-ing our way to adolescence.
I knew you, pigtails to sandcastles,
and your moods were subtle and irresistible as gravity.
Glossed with normal-flavored "artistic temperament",
graceful, natural dancer that you were,
poet, snake charmer, stubborn as a steel post,
Your intensity was magical, genius, and I was your acolyte.
The day they came hangs over me like a pall, sometimes.
Its a jumble mostly, clone-pairs of emergency workers,
Wielding clipboards like shields,
asking reasonable, purposeful, meaningless questions.
Absurdly, I remember that in each pair, one had a mustache,
and each not-twin asked me the same things
about allergies, medical problems
and were there any drugs in the house.
There is a moment, razored from that day, a photo that lives in my head:
When you were tongue twisting the shape of insanity
Jaws unhinged like a snake, giving birth
to a joke so huge, I splattered against it like slung mud.
Memory after that is narrow and dark.
They rolled you out naked as a shell-less snail
And gave me small jobs to do
Packing up clothes, and shoes and toothbrushes,
Then, your sanity hung by a thread, scattered and distracted,
Like the prisms you kept in your window.
You looked right at me, and you said you had to do this alone
And, primary colors flashing, you were gone
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Freckled grin incandescent, snub-nosed, kewpie cute,
it overflowed you and swept us all with it, especially me.
Your joy tides left their mark on me
Like seaweed limned flotsam on the beach.
I hear my heart clapping the game of our childhood
Miss Merry Mack-ing our way to adolescence,
I knew you, pigtails to sandcastles,
and your moods were subtle and irresistible as gravity.
Glossed with normal-flavored "artistic temperament"
graceful, natural dancer that you were,
poet, snake charmer, stubborn as a steel post
Your intensity was magical, genius, and I was your acolyte
The day they came hangs over me like a pall, sometimes
Its a jumble mostly, clone pairs of emergency workers,
Wielding clipboards like shields,
asking reasonable, purposeful, meaningless questions.
Absurdly, I remember that in each pair, one had a mustache,
and each not-twin asked me the same things
about allergies, medical problems
and were there any drugs in the house.
There is a moment, razored from that day, a photo that lives in my head
When you were tongue twisting the shape of insanity
Jaws unhinged like a snake, giving birth
to a joke so huge, I splattered against it like slung mud.
Memory after that is narrow and dark,
They rolled you out naked as a shell-less snail,
And gave me small jobs to do
Packing up clothes, and shoes and toothbrushes,
And suddenly, your sanity hung by a thread
scattered and distracted like the prisms you kept in your window
And you told me you had to do this alone
And primary colors flashing, you were gone
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Freckled grin incandescent, snub-nosed, kewpie cute
it overflowed you and swept us all with you, especially me
Your joy tides left their mark on me
Like the seaweed limned flotsam at the beach
I hear my heart clapping the game of our childhood
Miss Merry Mack-ing our way to adolescence
Your moods were legendary
Subtle and irresistible as gravity
Glossed over with the normal-flavored artistic temperament
graceful natural dancer that you were,
poet, snake charmer, stubborn as a steel post
Your intensity was magical, genius, and I was your acolyte
The day they came hangs over me like a pall, sometimes
Its a jumble mostly, clone pairs of emergency workers,
Wielding clipboards like shields,
asking reasonable, purposeful, meaningless questions.
Absurdly, I remember that in each pair, one had a mustache,
and each not-twin asked me the same things
about allergies, medical problems
and were there any drugs in the house.
There is a moment though, that lives in my head like a photo,
When you were tongue twisting the shape of insanity
Jaws unhinged like a snake, giving birth
to a joke so huge, I splattered against it like slung mud.
Memory after that is narrow and dark,
They rolled you out naked as a shell-less snail,
And gave me small jobs to do
Packing up clothes, and shoes and toothbrushes,
And suddenly, your sanity hung by a thread
scattered and distracted like the prisms you kept in your window
And you told me you had to do this alone
And primary colors flashing, you were gone.
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Added a transitional stanza between the last and the one prior. I think it needed it, but Im not sure it makes it better.
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Last one. Think Im about ready to start working on a book. Anybody know of any resources to help with publishing poetry? I have a boatload of artwork to go with it.
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Ok edited and shortened, I think its pretty good.
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Happy new year!
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I know the ending is sort of jarring, but I kind of like it.
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Not sure what fo do with this one. Any suggestions?
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Done. At least until the next time I go on an editing rampage.
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I think this one is done.
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This poem is about depression and contemplating suicide. It was intended to be a cipher, however I am going to rewrite it at some point to be cleaner and clearer. The first five stanzas are introducing the paralyzing nature of depression, how it feels like doing anything is too hard, like swimming in concrete. the next two are the fear and guilt associated with planning your own death, knowing how your family would feel, The next five deal with the certainty that death is the only way out, that the situation is too intolerable to live with, and the concurrent fearlessness in the face of death since its a relief from the pain of living. The last stanza is the kicker, an attempt, albeit clumsy, to negate the contemplation of suicide as an option.
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Just about done... I think
Mixed Metaphor
SSSSSSSSlick like a viper,
Fanged thoughts sink under skin,
Laying carnivorous eggs,
Like a spider wasp.
Leaving slimy slug trails,
The wriggling larvae,
Pupate into venomous steam.
I can hear it,
The shrill wailing teakettle shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeek
Of pressure-cooked shouts, packed in lies,
crammed full and SLAMmed shut
like my suitcase when I left you.
Blame bubbles up from oily depths,
collecting in corners,
Like the shriveled char
In a deep fryer.
The carbonized residue crackling and shifting
Like embers after a house fire,
The walls falling in,
Love dissipating in the smoke
That coats everything in a black rime
That burns eyes, and stains lungs
And I eat that pain
like potato chips made of poison.
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SSSSSSSSlick like a viper,
Fanged thoughts sink under skin,
Laying carnivorous eggs,
Like a spider wasp.
Leaving slimy slug trails,
The wriggling larvae,
Pupate into venomous steam.
I can hear it,
The shrill wailing teakettle shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeek
Of pressure-cooked shouts, packed in lies,
crammed full and SLAMmed shut
like my suitcase when I left you.
It bubbles up from oily depths,
Blame collecting in corners,
Like the shriveled char
In a deep fryer.
The carbonized residue crackling and shifting
Like embers after a house fire,
The walls falling in,
Memories dissipating like smoke
That burns eyes, and stains lungs
with a black rime that sticks to everything
And I eat that pain
Like potato chips, and it tastes like poison.
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You suck. she said, like its your fate
it pops my ears, the sucks so great.
You suck like you heard sucking's cool
Like you learned how in sucking school,
If there were a sucking test,
No question, you would be the best,
Or if it were a sucking race
You'd win the prize and be first place.
You suck all day and suck all night
'til babies weep and crops get blight,
You would suck if it were noon,
you still suck out on the moon.
You suck forever and an hour,
You suck 'til it's your superpower.
You suck, she said, like I'm a girl,
You suck so much it makes me hurl.
You suck the birds and suck the bees
and suck the leaves right off the trees
You suck the clouds across the sky
and suck the whole damn ocean dry
You suck in cars and suck in trucks
I cant believe how much you suck.
You suck in Noah and the Ark
the Empire State and Fenway Park.
You suck until your face turns blue,
and suck until your dog sucks too.
I feel, she said, that sucks so big
that it will snap you like a twig,
You'll break in two and then therefore
after that you'll suck some more,
You suck for real and that's no lie
You suck so much that you might die,
You'd suck if sucking didn’t exist
You suck so hard I made a list.
You have reached your sucking goal,
and now resemble a black hole
You've sucked so much, gained so much mass,
you'll have to blow it out your &$$.
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SSSSSSSSlick like a viper,
Fanged thoughts sink under skin,
Laying carnivorous eggs,
Like a spider wasp.
Leaving slimy slug trails,
The wriggling larvae,
Pupate into venomous steam.
I can hear it,
The shrill wailing teakettle shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeek
Of pressure cooked lies.
They bubble up from oily depths,
Collecting in corners,
Like the shriveled char
In a deep fryer.
The crackling carbonized residue
Taints the whole
And I eat that pain
Like potato chips
Till all that comes of creativity
Is poison
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Weirdly, I have found that doggerel like this is much harder to write than some of my other stuff. I end up editing for flow, like, a million times.
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"I think its time to talk about
some things you're doing, Ned,
what is going on with you?"
She waited. "Brains." He said.
"You never change your clothing
its always full of stains,
Why cant you do some laundry?"
Came the answer..."Brains."
"You don't wash the dishes or
do yard work anymore
Can you tell me what is
happening?" "Brains!" he swore.
"You lost your job, you never sleep
and all your friends complain
that you never call or visit them.
What gives? Please explain."
"And one more thing I'd like to say
about last night in bed,
you bit me way to hard
and now I'm....Brains." She said
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Falling in love
With a broken heart
Trying to breathe
underwater
I am swimming
In wet concrete
Walking on
fractured limbs
Splintered bones
grinding through skin
Awakening sweat-slick
And frozen
Guilt shuddering
through me
Approaching
the ending of possibility
Unafraid
With an implacable mien
Quietly considering
The primal scream
Silence and sleep
Await me
I am determined
to seek peace
this is only
theoretically possible
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A Petri dish of emotion, I fester and bubble, anyone crosses me, they will find trouble
Paper cut
in Banquet Room
Posted
I cried today after the 20th time I had to put hand sanitizer on my paper cut.
I just ended up going into the bathroom to sob.
I did not cry when I admitted the pregnant woman with severe COVID pneumonia, and thought it was good we were treating with steroids, so the lungs would be mature if we had to cut the baby out
I did not cry when we used the last heated high flow machine, and started using the duct tape and tubing
I did not cry when I saw that the ICU was full of ventilated patients under 50, and statistics tell me a third of them will die
I did not cry when I had to transfer the patient out of the ICU to die, I was glad I had room to move the intubated 22 year old out of the ER
I did not cry when the 65 year old grandmother of 6 told me the reason she did not get the vaccine was because she was scared of side effects. She could barely talk because she was so short of breath
I did not cry when I told the terrified teenager that she could skype her mother from the hospital, but no, she could not have visitors
I did not cry when we used the last ventilator
I did not cry when they told me the panel making rationing decisions was formed
I did not cry when the childrens hospital began to fill. The last wave we had two pediatric patients, Total. This wave we admitted 6 yesterday.
I cried because the paper cut hurt, every single time I went into a room and every single time I came out.