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Rebecca Nov 2020
I cursed the moon that day.
I cursed the moon that day.
Nothing’s been the same,
since you’ve gone away.
I cursed the moon that day.

I shunned the stars for you.
I shunned the stars for you.
For they won’t last,
they’ll fade out too.
I shunned the stars for you.

I cloaked myself in night.
I cloaked myself in night.
Bathed in darkness,
I’ll never see light.
I cloaked myself in night.
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver
Rebecca Oct 2020
Once upon a dark moon
not so long ago,
I went to see my other side,
the place of lost shadows.

The melancholy pushed me
into another plane.
A life transcending alter,
I did not pass through in vain.

I ventured to the edge
and that was close enough.
It pushed me back to life
before I could give up.

Coming back to consciousness
I was not the same.
My train of thought had shifted,
something in me changed.

Oblivion didn't scare me
when I laid down at night.
My future stopped controlling me
when I turned off the lights.

So, when curiosity strikes you
to venture your unknown,
please proceed with caution,
there's something you should know.

Everything has a price
and you will have to pay.
It takes away a piece of you,
a toll some would say.

I paid the worst of me
but that might not be you.
It could take away your best
if you make your way back through.
Rebecca Nov 2020
Orwellian madness
became fashionably late,
thirty six years
from the original date.

Fiction is front page
and truth is just a stranger.
A platform subscription
with prevaricator entertainers.
“It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine” -REM

“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
― George Orwell, 1984
Rebecca Oct 2020
I use to have a paper doll
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.

Her dress was made of Percocets
that went past her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes
to medicate her anxiety.

My paper doll began to fade
as the hours drifted by.
Her rainbow became dull and gray
and I began to wonder why.

It could have been the cigarettes
or the Percocets she took.
It could have been the anxiety
from the harsh judgmental looks.

My paper doll is gone
and I miss her every day.
I wish she was still here with me
and she didn't fade away.
Rebecca Oct 2020
Annual preventive care
for the female clam.
Undress and saddle up
modesty be ******.

"Giddy up partner",
in a thin paper robe.
Fun times are coming
by gynecologist’s probe.

Feet in stirrups
with a widespread.
A Vaseline rod
is what’s ahead.

Insertion with small talk
is always a treat.
while your *** is sticking
to an examining sheet.

A pinch of the ******
it’s ready to smear.
On a slide it will go
to a lab that is near.

Just when you think
that it is the end.
The jelly of KY
starts to suspend.

The gyno was too generous
with the slippery goo.
But it’s time to get dressed
the next patient is due.

I’ll leave the office
with slime up to here.
A departing gift
I get every year.
Preventive care is not fun but it is important ladies. Every twelve months! Stay healthy!
Rebecca Nov 2020
Speculative perspective
is the mood for tonight.
Investigating my reality;
ruminating the moonlight.

With a stilleto stemmed glass
filled with Chardonnay,
I'll take my first person
on a questionable display.

Do I judge too harshly?
Do people push me over?
Do my emotions control
my chemical composure?

Do I practice empathy
by wearing someone's shoes?
While trying to understand
a different point of view?

Do I come off as authentic?
Do I truly mean my words?
Or do I come off as crazy
and totally absurd?

Do I aim to please people
and forget about myself?
Do I take offense
with my pride being shelved?

Are my beliefs, the truth?
Or are they just an illusion?
Gaslighting me into
a state of confusion.

Honesty will protect me
from a world that's cold and bitter.
Hindsight's the appetizer, and
perspective, it's what's for dinner.
"Do you know what I'm craving? A little... perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?" Ego
Rebecca Nov 2020
Catching the Flu
starts with a sneeze,
a tickle of the throat
and a little wheeze.

My nose starts draining
an abundance of mucus.
The sounds from my throat
are becoming a nuisance.

Fever, chills,
my body is infested.
My head and joints ache
so Tylenol is digested.

I’m now a pariah
to the common health,
people in close contact
brace themselves.

I’m stuck inside, I have nowhere to be.
Come over darling and keep me company.
Sharing is caring, can’t you see?
Do you want to catch the Flu with me?
“I cannot go to school today.
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
I have the measles and the mumps,
A ****, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in." -Shel Silverstein
Rebecca Oct 2020
Bite your tongue,
let the venom drip.
Feel the arsenic
sting your lips.

Digest the poison
of your thoughts,
let it churn until
the blood will clot.
"You're a liar." - Johnny Rotten of the *** Pistols
Rebecca Nov 2020
Break a leg everyone!
The show’s about to start!
The scripts have been rehearsed!
Everyone should know their part!

The curtains will disjoint
under the spotlight’s glare,
while the audience awaits
in the elevated chairs.

The performance was electric!
An Emmy worthy play!
They bought it line and sinker
much to their dismay.

You showed them conflict
and fed them fairy tales.
An epic distraction
for dramatic ticket sales.  

The crowd will pick a side
and it will resonate,
cognitive dissonance
for us to captivate.

There is no left or right
in this theatrical brigade.
Self-serving is our mission.
We are one and the same.

And they will never know.
And will never ask us how.
Because the show is finally over
as we take our final bow.
"You never see the entire script of political theater until long after the last scene has been acted out." - Gary Hopkins
Rebecca Nov 2020
My mind is politically correct,
but my shoes have no soul.
I have gained some retrospect,
after losing self-control.

I’m washing my brain.
A clean slate is what I need.
Reprogramming my frame,
rinse and repeat.
“Voting is not a right. It is a method used to determine which politician was most able to brainwash you.”
― Dennis E. Adonis
Rebecca Oct 2020
I was told Rock Bottom is a sad place.
A land full of misery and disgrace.

Rock Bottom wasn’t bad at all,
I had quite a joyful ride taking that fall.

Lessons were learned in that enchanting city.
It taught me how to be grateful and not to wallow in self pity.

Everyone should visit Rock Bottom once or twice.
It is a great reminder of how amazing it is to be alive.

The most dazzling sight can be found at Rock Bottom’s pit,
just tilt your head up and you can see it.

A beacon of light that will sting your eyes,
rainbows that magically crystallize.

If you ever find yourself hitting Rock Bottom,
take heed that this is not an unfixable problem.

Do not let yourself become distraught.
Observe the lessons that will be taught.

Learn from them and let yourself grow,
to that beacon of light with the magnetic glow.
No other place to go but up! Might as well enjoy the scenery on your way to the top!
Rebecca Oct 2020
T-cells counting down
the immunity's response,
marrow has gone stale
with no resistance.

The tourniquet cuts off
a life that used to bleed,
with each passing drip
into an I.V.
Rebecca Oct 2020
Colors are merely light
manifested by the sun.  
Prisms travel on a beam,
a rainbow of reflections.

Earth is just the canvas
it uses to create
brilliant diamond hues
of painted landscapes.

Polychromatic masterpiece
and every shade is new;
emerald blades of grass
with rhinestone beaded dew.

A bejeweled hummingbird
buzzes through the air,
magenta flapping feathers
aviate without a care.

Frosted icing mountain tops
shimmer in the background
aquamarine oceans
glitter waves come crashing down.

Turquoise dancing blooms
twirl along with the breeze.
Golden butterscotch buttercups
join the choreography.

Bronzed crystal sand
radiate in the heat
cooled with cobalt waters
by tinted tides that reach.

Succulent strawberries
that are painted ruby red,
purple sequenced pomegranates
dance in my head.

A kaleidoscope of colors
provided by the sun.
Put here for our enjoyment;
put here for everyone.

Oh, so many rainbows!
Oh, so little time!
Please enjoy the tapestry!
Don’t let it pass you by!
"Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide" - Kermit the Frog
Rebecca Oct 2020
Stereo's type A
completely predictable
in typical ways.
Rebecca Nov 2020
My aged calloused sweetheart,
is not what it used to be.
The harden tissue’s numb
but, remains sugary sweet.

The bitter licorice years
did not alter any flavor.
The black root didn’t spoil
my saccharine behavior.

The lemon drop months
did not make me sour.
My face did not pucker
with each ****-full hour.

My sweetheart remained sweet
and it will always be.
This world will never change
my sugary pulse beneath.
“When two tears fall
From each eye apart,
Yet they join after all
To form a sweetheart.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side
Rebecca Nov 2020
Revolution is calling.
The guillotine responds
to his list of names,
it called upon.

Spewing propaganda,
he doesn’t hold back.
Pen in hand
with a medicated bath.

Drawing out anger
through a written word.
A Radicalization
that was never heard.

Death is the answer,
it sets us free.
A decapitated head
for liberty.

The uprising continued
just as he planned,
for revolution ends
where it began.
"Five or six hundred heads cut off would have assured your repose, freedom and happiness." - Jean-Paul Marat
Rebecca Nov 2020
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
a wise man once said.

Alas, the beholder of beauty is dead, gone away.
The internet killed him and left him to decay.
Fun fact: The Beholder's obituary photograph was a filtered selfie.
Rebecca Oct 2020
Ladies and Gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please!
I have something I need to share,
something I need to Tweet!

This came up,
but I don't know the source,
Citation is not needed,
because there’s truth in these words.

Did you read?
Can you believe what happened!
We need to use force,
we must take action!

We are right
they are wrong,
no need to be debated.
No exchanging of ideas,
no words will be communicated.

My loyal followers,
I know you agree with me!
I have the right to my hate,
and a right to be angry!

Let's pass this around,
create a meme,
make it go viral.
Send their life on a downward spiral!

My loyal subjects,
you make my Dopamine levels rise!
Every time you leave a comment,
every time I get a "like"!
“when like-minded people get together, they often end up thinking a more extreme version of what they thought before they started to talk to one another.”
― Cass R. Sunstein On Rumors: How Falsehoods Spread, Why We Believe Them, What Can Be Done
Rebecca Nov 2020
The country can live
the king is now dead.
The rebellion exchanged
a crown for his head

The guillotine answered
the blade was released,
but third law prevails,
as actions repeat.

The uprising's father
was next on the list
for it to continue
for it to persist.  

A revolution can die
when they eat their own.
Sir Isaac was precise.
Robespierre should've known.
"The king must die so that the country can live." - Maximilien Robespierre

Newton's third law is: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction

I have an unhealthy obsession with the French Revolution, in my opinion, it was the most important uprising in human history.  Eat your heart out Game of Thrones.
Rebecca Oct 2020
“The Devil is in the details”,
is my demon’s favorite quote.
The surface under the layer;
a metaphorical antidote.

My demon demonstrates
that evil is absolute.
Even goodness can possess
a sinister root.

My angel shows me
a different aspect.
That divinity can be buried
under a diabolical effect.

Can’t have one without the other,
or so, I am told.
They are one and the same,
an unbreakable mold
Rebecca Nov 2020
A contest for an added section of a children's book, Thelma the Unicorn.

https://allpoetry.com/contest/2741918-Thelma-the-Unicorn


Thelma's Response To Otis

I’m not. I’m not perfect.....

How dare you, my friend!
I am deeply offended!
Perfection is boring,
and flaws are splendid

I am a mosaic.
A broken masterpiece,
an abstracted rainbow,
authentic and unique.

My blemishes are mine
They’re what I want to be,
perfectly imperfect,
whimsical and free!
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2741918-Thelma-the-Unicorn
Rebecca Nov 2020
Rhetorical theory
taking me over,
conspiracy meltdown
ticking composure.

Cranial seizures
convulse in time.
The Dominos fall
in a perfect line.

Tell me a lie,
I can believe.
Tell me a truth,
that will deceive.

The glass of my conscious
slips and shatters.
The story will end
when nothing else matters.
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
Rebecca Nov 2020
There’s something about cliché’s,
how they never leave my pen.
I sketch them into my decay
every now and then.

There’s something about banality,
the obvious trite remark.
I recruit into my personality
like a discarded counterpart.

There’s something about satire
and how humor causes grief;
to the audience, it aspired
from an egotistical belief
Rebecca Oct 2020
I built a straw man
of perspective,
out of fear and hate.
I built him out of issues
I know you can relate.

The straw man is a ruse
for my vanity.
A spotlight is what I crave
for all humanity.

My straw man gives me purpose;
on a podium, I stand.
An audience attention
is something I demand.

I talk about propaganda.
I talk about pretend.
I talk about my straw man,
I want to break and bend.

I'll destroy what I've created
this I have no doubt.
Setting fire to my straw man
with a flame you can't put out.
A straw man (or strawman) is a form of argument and an informal fallacy based on giving the impression of refuting an opponent's argument, while actually refuting an argument that was not presented by that opponent.[1] One who engages in this fallacy is said to be "attacking a straw man".
Rebecca Nov 2020
Trust is an illusion,
a complex metaphor,
that blankets insecurities
with the closing of a door.

Trust is just perspective,
of wanting to believe.
The power of our thoughts
can be easily deceived.

Trust can evolve.
It never stays the same.
It falls in and out of favor,
from the relationships you gain.

I only trust myself.
I can see my own self through.
Nobody has my back
quite the way I do.
“Et tu, Brute?” - Julius Caesar
Rebecca Oct 2020
A microscopic pathogen's
epic odyssey,
started his quest
of comradery,
across many lands
beyond the seven seas.

Vincent the Virus
but you can call him Vinnie
holding luggage full of tricks,
with mutations of plenty.

On a cruise ship, he sailed
and planes he did fly;
freeloading his way,
from travelers passing by.

Ashes to ashes
and host to host.
A viral sensation
from coast to coast.

Becoming famous
virtually overnight,
collapsing economies,
tripping lymphocytes.
A project I'm working on for a children's book to educate kids on how a virus is spread and how to practice prevention of it spreading. The main character is Vincent. Vinnie only wears tailored suits and smokes Cuban cigars. He is a culture snob, he has a taste for the finer things in life and lives to travel. He is a risk to public health due to his inability to stay in one place. Enjoy!
Rebecca Oct 2020
Hail Mary full of grace
Tell me where you’ve been?
There smudges on my crucifix
And bruises on my chin.

Blessed is the fruit
that is rotten to the core.
Tell me what I want to hear
and I will bleed no more.
Rebecca Oct 2020
Indeed, father! The Jabberwock is nigh!  
I’ll go with my vorpal sword,
his head will be no more
and slay him down, will I!

I’ll meet him in the tugley wood
by the Bandersnatch domain.
I’ll wait for him on the edge,
for his head, I’ll come to claim.

I have slain the Jabberwock,
his body will decay!
Let’s all meet by the Tumtum tree
and rejoice this frabjous day!

The slithy toves and mome raths
all now well understood. ’
Twas brillig, it was Indeed,
for it ended as it should.
"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe."  -The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
Rebecca Oct 2020
Preserve the perverse?
Or will destruction suffice?
Obliterate these stones,
digest my sacrifice.

Benevolence killed my Gods
with the sound of a verb,
an explosion of chaos
from the emotionally disturbed.

Feel the vibrations
that the giant is churning.
A titanium army
can't stop what is coming.

Words can't be burned,
for they can’t hold a flame.
Immortality is concealed,
from the death of the vain.  

But it will come around
as reactions tend to do,
because Karma does not sleep,
she is coming for you.
"MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA, MEA MAXIMA CULPA"  
A verse from The Confiteor Prayer in Latin

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