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Someone please call a doctor,tell him words are crippling in my mind.

Someone please call him fast because there are moments I want to rewind.

Someone please tell him to hurry because my pulse is rising  and my heart beat is racing.

Because I'm clue less and visions of us I keep on chasing.

Someone please call a doctor,because I thought I fell in love.
Ficiton
 Mar 2014 Crashlandings
Liam
Age
 Mar 2014 Crashlandings
Liam
Age
measurement of time
all of the days, weeks, months, years
that one did not live
...alternate take...


Aged

effect over time
all of the days, weeks, months, years
that one did not love
 Mar 2014 Crashlandings
Liam
I'm unapologetically a bit too sensitive
   highly attuned to inanimate feelings

the lone Cheerio circling the drain is given
   a kindred companion for its journey

considerate thought is given to the preferences
   of animal crackers...heads or legs bitten first

many items are thanked before discarded
   others parted with reluctantly if ever

a twinge of conscience is felt while pruning
   perfectly healthy leaves from house plants

objects are arranged in pairs and groups
   in a compassionate effort for inclusion

The Velveteen Rabbit makes perfect sense to me
 Mar 2014 Crashlandings
Liam
Don't want to speak too soon
   or speak too late, for that matter

Should speak up and speak out
   ...cat got your tongue?

But not speak ill or speak out of turn
   ...bite your tongue!

Above all, speak the truth, your truth
   ...not with a forked tongue

Truth be told
   sometimes I don't want to speak at all
And if you knew me
   that would truly be saying something

Speak!...Speak!...Good boy...
LOVE
is
spacious  and roomy,
giving me freedom
to
grow.
10 w
I miss the way you made me feel,
and the way you made me smile.
The way you'd always say my name,
it made me feel alright.
I miss the way you'd say goodnight,
and the way you made me blush.
I miss the way we could have been,
and all we used to mean.
I'm sorry for all the things I said,
I really was quite cruel.
I don't expect you to take me back,
but at least acknowledge me.
Know deep in my heart,
I beg you to forgive me.
He lay down amidst grasses so tall
they hide his eyes from his soul.
He lay among the ants
captivated by his Herculean hair,
curls creating bridges
oily black and lustrous.
He lay down
his weighted frame
burying tender shoots below.
Aching--
He traced the paths of wren and jay
their cawing jarring muscle from frame.
Aching--
and wondered when the rain
would claim him
the water submerge his heart.
Aching, aching
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copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
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