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SoVi Jun 2018

Blood

Cushioned against the river bank
Mud caking my bruised face
Try to push myself up on my knees
My arms buckle under the weight
And I let out a pained whimper

Checked my arms and legs for cracks
No pieces missing, just bleeding scabs
Tried to find my fractured friends
Instead found lily pads floating
And bubbles popping in the river

A figure breaks through the water
Her hair flowing around her
On hands and knees, I crawled away
Her fingers outstretched to reach
Brushing locks from my eyes

Mystified I made my way to her
A smile blossomed from her cheeks
A voice with mystified powers
Lulled me to a sense of security
Broken when she drowned me

© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Poem for Labyrinth of Dreams

SoVi Jun 2018

The White Wolf Laying in the Alley

You don't know her name,
That causes you to feel shame
You don't go to ask
Fear stops you in your task
Insecurities fall like dominos
When you look there's only shadows.

© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Poetry for the short story A Fool's Paradise

Jun 2018

Hannah Marr

DYING SLOWLY

I'm dying, my friends,
but it's okay.
I'm only dying slowly.

I don't have a diagnosed illness, like you'd think,
unless you can count 'life,'
but I think some would call that thought 'blasphemous.'

I can feel the approach of the end,
stalking me on soft feet. A mere breath,
coaxing me towards the deepest sleep.

I've made my bed, so no worries, I'll lie in it.
I've fluffed the down pillows and starched the sheets,
I won't have to be afraid of dreams this time around.

I have a sense it won't be old age that does me in,
but I mightn't die young, either,
not that it really matters.

I'll take my time in this world,
but once the sand's at the bottom of the glass,
I won't look back.

Do I flirt with death? Oh yes.
I've brushed hands with him a few times.
I don't think he minds that much.

I'm dying, my friends, but it's okay.

I'm only dying slowly.

h.f.m.

SoVi Jun 2018

wish i had the motivation to be creative

singing in the shower, dancing in my room
being outgoing by myself and shy around you
to be outside and not be myself, i dull my own voice
when people ignore me cause they think i have no thoughts

© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Part of the Conflicted Conversations collection.

#conflictedconversations

Jun 2018

Jeff Gaines

Temporal Fugue Goes To McDonald's

"Hello, and good day; yes I'm ready to order.
I'd like a Big Mac ...
Oh, I want it on a tray
and not in a sack."

"I want a large fry, freshly dropped
with very light salt.
I'll also have a Chocolate Milkshake,
though I'd really prefer a Malt."

"OF COURSE, I want it super-sized,
are you trying to joke?
Waddia mean $8.50?
Well, now I've gone broke!"

He steps from the counter
and goes to sit down.
The food smells great ...
yet still, he frowns.

"I'll need a second job
if I wish to keep eating here.
I can't binge on these gut-bombs
and still have my beer."

"I wonder if there's an employee discount ...
as I've got the lingo down pat:
I have a Filet-O-Fish and a Coke on your order ...
Would you like some fries with that?"

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If you don't know Temperal Fugue, go here:

https://hellopoetry.com/TF/

If he hasn't hit your page with a comment ... stand by ... He will.
He isn't only a prolific writer (916 Poems at the time of this writing) ... he is also a prolific reviewer/reader of the poetry found here.

When I first encountered him, he had reviewed one of my works with a poem of his own. I arrogantly passed judgement that it was rude to "dump" your own lyric in a review as though it were a comparison to mine ... I didn't get it ... or him.

Then I began to see him doing this in most ALL his reviews and again, I thought it was pompous and rude ... AGAIN, I didn't get it ... or him.
I also began to laugh at how he always spoke in rhymes. I even had a laugh, while picturing a guy that ONLY spoke in rhymes ... ordering Mickey D's.

THAT was the inspiration for this funny ditty.

Then, as I read yet another of his reviews in rhyme form, I began to realize that's just his was of doing it. Just as David Letterman made "politically Incorrect" humor and sarcasm his own, Temporal Fugue had made rhyming reviews his own. This led me to his page and I was really touched, moved and impressed with his concepts and ideas as well as the way he uses rhyming whimsy just like me.

And NOW I get it.

AND HIM.

BUT ...

I STILL couldn't stop picturing him going to McDonald's ...
And so this poem came to life. I hope when he (and you) read this, that he realizes that I did it in respect of him ... TOTAL respect. You have to admit, the idea, and the scene, is kinda funny. Can't you just picture the person behind the counter trying to play off the rhyming customer and act like everything is normal?

We here at HP should have a "Temporal Fugue Day" where we ALL go to McDonald's around the world and order in RHYME!

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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2548698/hello-poetry-worldwide-flash-mob-declaration/

TELL EVERYONE!

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