Some of us struggle more than others in facing our demons.
Jack tells of how he faces his own.
The Glass is foggy. House is half full. Can’t type ‘cause I’m a little groggy. Need it at night so I drool. Not sure whether lying or right. Caught in the pipe. Dream above the clouds. Asleep to escape the night. Bare and weak I see myself. Bleak, a life, hell, shrieks. Got health. Quite wealthy. Still can’t stand my fucking self
So I bury myself, before I die and just wait out the time. Fade out the lines
Color the pages. No one else can see. But, it is what it is. So it’ll be
Rainbows sparked in flames hope to erase the shame. No. They change only the same flow
”Don’t fool yourself, foolish self. This hell is your prison cell. Read More
Intoxicated, you ain’t well
This isn’t what you wanted is it?
You brought it. Miss it? Listen
You had it. Dissed it. Dip-ship
Put this outfit on. Cluck like a chicken ‘till you get whats going on
Take these feathers if they’re…
Narrative Driven Romance Poem on a Brief Encounter
Across the counter. Soundless, so profound how she stares through my soul. Accompanying smile and green eyes locked lips with mine, frozen in time.
I stare back stuck still, unable to peel away. Frail to what her eyes are trying to say.
She just stares.
Frozen in time.
She just stares.
And I’m frozen in time.
She questions why she doesn’t open her mouth. A subtle unsure smile. Asks if she making the right choice in keeping her mouth shut, but she’ll never know. Eventually, she’ll move on and wonder what would have been had she given it a try, given in when the… Read More
Struggling seems pointless when ‘no’ doesn’t work. My wrists pinned over my head, “no, please, stop!”
He keeps going.
One of his knees pins one of my legs down. His body stands in the way of the other leg, heavy, sweaty, nasty.
And it hurts. It hurts so much. My voice screeches to scream but his hand is around my throat. I’m digging my nails into his arm hoping he lets go. He won’t.
I retreat into the back of my psyche. A moment playing with a Barbie when I was a young girl. Combing her hair gently and fair. Barbie the princess, the way every lady should be treated or whatever.
As if I wasn’t even there it appears as a foggy memory in the back of my mind.
He storms out of the room as if doing this was the punchline to a joke, the point sending an argument home.
There’s no way to know how to react right now.
We all know about the untested rape kits. Going to the police would be a waste. My family has been waiting for the smoking gun to tell me they were right about this asshole being an asshole all along. That’s a no go. No friends because work.
Well shit, who the fuck do I tell? Does it even matter? I suddenly realize I’m a piece of shit with no one to turn to. I’m sure I’m somehow responsible for that too.
I’ll pray god meant for this to happen in some way and go on with my day… I guess. What else can I do? Read More
...screams, “STAND CLEAR!”
I wake up unable to move
Doctors covered in blood escorting family out of the room
“He’s back! He’s back!” The excited nurse began to assume
But I’d gone nowhere as far as I knew
“The pressure is dropping!” A doctor screams soon after all of the things go dark and the silence it brings goes far
“Don’t let me lose you.” I hear nearby Read More
I open my eyes and I’m surprised and terrified
Barely holding my grip on the side of a tall cliff
If I fall off I’ll meet death
And I’m confused
But at least I’m not dying on the...
...red sparked dead shut Read More
Rolled back because of head
Parked at the park’s shadows in the dark
Two wedding rings dropped in the coin tray and put away
Steamed windows rattle moans
Secrets whispers before going back home
“Let’s run away,” she says
As if it’s a game we’re playin’
Where we get to do and say anythin’
“Leave our marriages and children...
...shut up and stay. On your knees and don’t move, you don’t want to know what happens if you do. What’s in your pocket? A fucking knife? Trying to gamble with your life? Don’t have a wife or someone who cares if you don’t return tonight? Pathetic. Open your mouth and eat this. That’ll teach you a lesson. To walk around these streets with a weapon and threaten civilians. ‘Cause you don’t know no better”
“No. I know my rights and I refuse to do degrading shit to amuse you” Read More
“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m talking to you...
...crosses pavement Read More
Bell rings with a pink basket
Into a mechanized can
On rubber radio signals
Stressful hearts race
The can rolls away...
...become two three walled rooms Read More
Catching fire, burning more so to the roof
Blown out windows, asphyxiation
Truth, last thought, atheist’s hesitation
Black cloud like spirit pivots out
Twisted grin, shouting laugh, eyes caved in
...shit get real”
“We men, we don’t run!”
“We die right here!”
The young naïve white boy cop spots these kids
Hot headed and ready to knock someone out of their socks,
But he’s scared he’ll be called a racist bad cop,
And he turns the other cheek,
Refuses to do his job,
Those teens did what they planned to do that day, Read More
But got spotted and followed to their homes,
To their moms,
Where ever they stayed...
...Slow this chit chat and shoot back!
Unless you want to be dead meats by a couple of deadbeats. ”
“White boy is right. Focus, man, fight back.” Tyrel says and squeezes the trigger
Across the parking lot members of the opposing gang
Alongside the cops they were exchanging merchandise with
They’re closing in
Tyrel, Antwan and Jonathan retreat
They go from cover to cover
Car to car
Trying to make their way further
But the gunshots don’t stop
They formed a firing line
Thugs and cops
Afraid to be imprisoned for breaking the law.
Little crimes they’ve committed Read More
Pastime they’ve never admitted
They go unforgiven
By those they’ve involved
...where to go to probe and let go. Read More
If so, he’ll let flow drive slow and let know.
Although the cold wind blows through the car window.
Withering and lost, the cost of splintering losses.
Fickle the frail bearing of a hindering...