honey honey

[Day 20. I read PostSecret tonight having made the decision that one of  the secrets there would inspire today’s poem. Sure enough, it did.]

He chose me, you know
Didn’t want to let go
Told me I’m the one,
said he’d come undone
if I’d ever leave,
his sorry ass would grieve,
cry, beg me to stay,
won’t let me walk away,
do anything to keep
me at his side in sleep.

Then you came along.
He sang another song.
Though you knew of me
you thought you could be
the new one in his life,
he’d make you his wife,
show you fun and laughter,
happ’ly ever after,
he’d be truer to you?
Guess who else he fooled.

You can’t think it strange,
people never change.
Please, no sorries and stuff;
I can’t thank you enough
(You took him off my hands)
for stealing my man.




#20 of 30 poems

[Another title I considered for this poem was: thanks for being such a {rhymes with “more”}]

(here’s that secret that inspired the poem)

thirst (a haiku)

(Alternative title: Mother Earth & Father Sky)

warm drops of water
quench her parched barren soul:
silently he weeps


#19 of 30 poems


slow persistent burn
cruel knife twist turn
no time to let go
busy wanting more
wanton lovers live
nothing left to give
love wicked and dead
fucked up in the head
vodka potent pills
drown for lack of gills
world [fade-out]-of-sight
longest lonely night




#18 of 30 poems

[I thought I would write a haiku, inspired by my friend, Sean King’s latest pieces of writing, two passionate haiku (one here and one here). But sometimes fingers and heart conspire without the mind’s knowledge.]


I enter your arms 
a cocoon of comfort
and I enter 
my own 
Personal Universe
and no one else can touch 
allthegoodthings inside it
all the love inside it

there is no one here 
except you and me
it’s always warm and comfortable 
and We can see the swirling lights 
of the other Universes 
tumbling about 
around ours
Yellow and gold and purple 
and they sparkle
with a calm intensity 
We float

We are never 
more than 
a   few    breaths    apart

hearing the unspoken
never saying a word

We are always 
in each other’s arms
at beauty that surrounds us

time stands 

We shall be 
As we have been 
Since the begin
ning of Time


#17 of 30 poems

[Day 17. I didn't think I'd write today. 
But I guess I did and this was waiting. Hm.]

to the boy

said he:
this and that
i want
no other
i want
if you’re
got cards here
face down
yes see
this is me
the prince
prince ineffable
no no
look here
this is me
the joker
the jester carefree
i want
the other

said she:
i do see
new card
the liar


#14 of 30 poems

x-y &z

Writing & feeling intertwine
where two meet in its time and space,
a spark flickers, a little flare
Tangents then spring forth from that place;
In only one both of them care.
And thus a story comes to life…

Such is the glorious quill’s might.


#13 of 30 poems

Hide hid hidden

[For Day 12 of NaPoWriMo. This isn’t a particularly pleasant one (to say the least), touching on a sensitive topic. One of the tags is Lolita because their ages were the same. Similarity also lies in the crime. And stuff related to the perpetrator.]

A volcano, within, rages
When her mind fills with images
Of what he did, his heinous crime
It hasn’t got better with time
Her gaping wounds are still open
Her heart’s the same: it’s still broken.
Everyone thinks it’s been so long,
They think she should forget his wrongs
But he, his hands scarred her for good
He stole so much of her childhood
He taught her to be so afraid
Of darkness, for there horrors wait:
He crept into her room at night
And so she started sleeping light
She did not know when he would stop
If she knew how she would have fought.
Her silence was that of a child,
A girl helpless, quiet and mild
But now she has a voice, she’ll speak
She’s not as mild, she’s not that meek.
There’s wickedness buried inside
him; inside him his evil hides,
And she knows this for she has seen
him rip her soul from seam to seam.
He choked her with his brand of vile;
He was meant to protect her smile.
Now every time his face she sees
Her fury burns, oh how she seethes.
Alone in all his darkest days,
She hopes his living flesh decays,
She hopes he rots in hell on earth,
In his mis’ry she will find mirth.
No one else will, so she must fight,
She can’t forget that li’l girl’s plight.
In sobs and tears she drowned herself,
What could she do? She was just twelve.




#12 of 30 poems

[I was hesitant about posting this, but then I saw today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. Not sure I would’ve made this public otherwise.]