Name: Kristin Gender: Female Hometown: Little Egg Harbor, NJ Coastal South Jersey Home country: United States of America Current location: Little Egg Harbor, NJ Member since: Thu Mar 22, 2018, 08:39 PM Number of posts: 596
Lying in our bed alone
Your touch too far to reach
Memories washed over me
Like waves upon the beach
First lapping at the edges
And then crashing to the ground
The swirling tides of yesterday
Left me almost drowned
And I was falling
Twisted by the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
Running out of air
Reaching toward the light
Almost didn’t care
If I’d lost the will to fight
The tears, they left me breathless
Like the rolling, crashing waves
Clinging to some memory
Of more idyllic days
The tide, you know, it ebbs and flows
But never looks for fault
It cleans away the sharpest pain
But leaves a trace of salt
And I was falling
Crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
And the rippled sea of life
Even after all these years
Baptizes me with memories
And tastes vaguely of your tears.
It’s the purple I love in my memories
The plummed sunsets just before black
The red of the fire and heat of desire
Turn violet at point of impact
The scent of the summer is purple
And the wings of the geese flying South
But my fondest of purple reflections
Is the warm, grapeful taste of your mouth
This was really written about me, about a person who made the mistake of confusing kindness for weakness.
So I’m the “she” but it’s a male vocalist.
She never said a mean word
Was perpetually nice
Twisted her emotions
Til her heart turned cold as ice
You wanted her to thank you
When you tossed her scraps and bits
She blew it back into your face
Laughing, said, “Go fuck that shit.”
You saw kindness
And decided to cause damage
Thought it was weakness
And then tried to take advantage
Your plan’s collapsing
Didn’t work out like you planned it
Who knew quiet before storms
Warn the future’s turning savage
You see her walking toward you
And you run the other way
First time in your life you found
A game that you can’t play
But a coward likes to hear his voice
And you’re forced now to admit
There’s nothing left worth hearing
It’s all obviously bullshit
You saw softness
And assumed that she was weak
Manners and politeness
You translated to mean meek
Loud, obnoxious, bully.
Thought you were killing it
She sized you up for what you are
A tiny man-Go fuck that shit
Red-faced bluster, crazy rants
Go throw that man-sized fit
You mistook kindness for weakness
Take your noise and fuck that shit.
(Or in case there weren’t enough curses, last line could be: Fuck that noise and fuck that shit.)
Why do you blame me
for what somebody else did
Why should I feel guilty
for feelings I once hid
Don’t I have the right to keep
my feelings to myself
Are you worried about me
or just my mental health
I’ve seen you work your magic
Causing misery for fun
I’ve seen the fallout in the past
From stories that you’ve spun
I know just how you do this
Say you care but you’re a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Gossip spreads like wild fire
Somehow you’ll play the victim
when word gets around
Slyly walk away but then
catch it on the rebound
Whisper all the ugly parts
Be sure to leave out names
Pretend that you’re a savior when
It’s you who fanned the flames
I’ve seen you play this game
I know exactly who you are
Writing your soap opera script
Where you’re the only star
You love to play the martyr
But you’re nothing but a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Lies spread like wild fire
Again, it’s written as lyrics, but I can pull out the repetitive parts if I publish as a poem. If you don’t mind giving your opinion, I would be interested in which stanza should be eliminated to make it poetry. (I kind of have my own ideas, but I’m curious to see how others see it.)
I don’t have a title yet....
Trapped inside a dark room with one locked door
Broken and bleeding on the cold hard floor
Sucking air in hard with ragged, jagged gasps
All that once was good, slipping from my grasp
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
Screams of terror hang like thick fog in the air
Spinning quickly into madness from sweet reality
A one way ticket into horror and
You paid my entrance fee
Dead man walking barefoot to my execution
Praying with each step for some kind of absolution
Your paranoia of nonexistent persecution
Left little time or choice when looking for solutions
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
A lifetime of destruction far beyond repair
Spinning into madness from sweet reality
Delusions clouded judgement so you couldn’t see
A hostage with a ticket for a trip
That was anything but free.
A fractured mind of someone I don’t recognize
Insanity reflected through distorted lies
Obsession had become something pathological
Cat and mouse hunting, the plan was diabolical
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
Screams of terror hang like thick fog in the air
Spinning into madness from sweet reality
A one-way ticket into horror
And you paid my entrance fee
To my own slaughter.
Because nothing’s ever free.
As you knows, I’ve been working on lyrics and the guys might be able to pull this off, so you will see frequent repetitions. I struggle with repetitions. My point is, if they can’t use it, there are several other places to take it.
So, without any further interruptions, I give you TRUMP...
TRUMP
Skipping through the channels
I stumbled across your face
My chin dropped from disgust
Sick from your disgrace
You think that you’re a leader
self-anointed chosen one
I can’t promise I’ll survive
But I’ll promise I’ll have won
What’s the point? You’re only gonna lie
What’s your agenda? It’s heroic now to die?
I’ll be a hero, if I’d only sacrifice
Says a frightened man who’s never had to pay that price
The point of your whole argument is weak
Full of lies and hatred
But the masses hear you speak.
People who supported you
Are tough to patronize.
The horror of a gory death
Lies fresh in angry eyes
You think that you’re a leader
self-anointed chosen one
I can’t promise I’ll survive this
But I promise that you’re done
What’s the point? You’ll only phone it in.
What’s your agenda? We know your goal’s to spin
I’m not a martyr, not protecting all your ties
Pay the piper. It’s time to pay for lies.
Somehow between here and now
You’ll toss out a brand new scandal.
You’ll say that you expected this
It’s not too much to handle
You claim to be a leader
Sent from God up high
You promise that you’ll solve it all
While those around us die
What’s the point? It’s lie on top of lie.
What’s your agenda? It’s heroic now to die?
I’ll be a hero, if I’d only sacrifice
Says the tiny petty man who won’t have to pay that price.
I usually post in poetry. For the last maybe 5 months I’ve been working as a lyricist for a band. They asked me to work on this project, but the musicians are all over the East coast and we’re all locked down (except the guy in Florida but he self-isolated.) So I have no music, but the doodling is supposed to be a guitar picking.
I wanted it to be vague enough to read it in several ways. I’ll keep trying that, but this is what came out. I start with something small: a word, a thought, a phrase, and then just let it flow. I allow it to have a mind of its own. Nothing spoils my poetry more than assuming I’m smarter than it. So here’s where I ended up...
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
Go ahead and tell your lies
While the common man just dies
Doctor, can you see me?
This pain, Lord, can you free me?
They said it wasn’t real
But that’s not how I feel
Preacher, can you save me
My own beliefs betrayed me
The righteous path to follow
Now seems too fake to swallow
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
It’s so clear that you lied
My neighbor, the “patriot,” just died
My family, please forgive me
It was just reality TV
It turned right on a dime
I’ve squandered all our time
Journalists, you knew it
Looked away and blew it
You’re coughing but it’s too late
It’s hate, it’s fate, it’s just click-bait
My fury did have bounds
I’m buried in the ground
You’re left to deal with lies
And the cries
While someone else slowly dies
My son just turned 17. He works part time at McDonalds. He went in on Sunday and said he would like a leave of absence because I’m on chemo and my mom lives with us (She’s 80s), and because we are both high risk for the Corona Virus, he feared bringing it home. The manager convinced him to come in once a week to do things like cleaning and inventory-no contact with money or people. He said yes, because he felt badly. Everyone else was quitting. My oncologist said he should change in the garage, toss his clothes in the washing machine and immediately take a shower when he gets home. The virus lives on our skin and clothing. My son was upset. He doesn’t want to be responsible for killing either of us.
Today the governor closed “all eateries and pubs.” McDonald’s says this is not them. My son says it is. What do you think? His next shift is 5 days away. I think it should be more understood by then, but any thoughts? Is fast food an “eatery?” Seems like it should be.
