Just had to cut open
my pack of cigarettes
**with a knife

twinkle brightly within their eyes
whisper nothings they exhale as sighs
be their every breath they take
be their very worst mistake

be their moment, be their sin
be their beginning, be their end
be a verb or be a noun
be their slippery ***** to ground

be the night star in their skies
be the sunshine in their eyes
be the one who makes them cry

be the one who makes them laugh
be the dumb to their smart

be their Mom, be their Dad
be their Lover, be their Sad
be there Tomorrow
be their Yesterday
be there Forever
when they don't stay

****** a Poet!
its so simple
its the little things
that make a ripple
spreading outward rings
into the Universe

how to ****** a Poet?

be their  
*First

As you know, over the last couple of days, I've posted some about plagiarism and stolen poetry.
Plagiarism is a disgusting practice. It undermines the whole art of writing, be it novelic or poetic or any other kind of writing where the author has pieced together words that are their own. To copy and paste and present as your own is sinful and most colleges and universities (and the whole literary world) takes a dim view of it.
So, this is one simple tip, in the age of the Internet, to ensure your work is not claimed by some... wannabe!
Take a line from one of your poems, just one line (the more obscure the better) open google and go to the advanced search. Paste that line into where it says 'search for exact phrase' and review the matches. It will show exactly where on the Internet is has been posted or shared and you can check out whether you have been acknowledged or not. I've had poems shared on the WWW and have been happy to be acknowledged but have also found sone unauthorised (posted in the name of others) where I have made it known they breached copyright...
Take care of your writing my friends... it's the one true part of you :)

Only the mirror cannot lie to me
unlike you with your words of Love
I’ve tried to be deaf to all your shouts
but I can’t hide from the mirror
that shouts at me, over and over
why do I continue to pick
Olive branches from my hair
and continually step over the bodies
of each and every dove
Even at the birth of each new moon
I’m nowhere near my end destination
the fires that burn are upon wet wood
heaving beneath a false assumption
that it’s warmth it would share
I’m left shivering with cold
beneath a thin blanket of resignation
There was not a lot that I had to offer
but no other could I be
bruising in your brutality
tenderhearted as others would see
given that I was not one for this world
you used me to get further away
from Hell but now
Heavens gates won’t open for me

I just want to wrap my hands
around your neck
and squeeze too hard for so long
that the petechial hemorrhage
that burst like an exploding universe
in your eyes, cries me a river of blood
My fingers simply twitch
to slap you for your travesty
so your head whips around
to look back on yesterday
I want to lay you down
like a spike strip on the highway
of my nightmares
so you can share the feeling
of being run over at 60 mile an hour
just so you know what it's like
when people stop to stare
at the car wreck of life
I want you to be the test dummy
of the most ill built car
and watch your spine snap
as you hurtle into space
at the dead end of a trap
I want you to be the fish
with the hook stuck in your gills
floundering, ill equipped,
unprepared to breathe air
I want you banged up, mangled,
discombobulated, eating dirt
and when you try to take
your next breath
you may know a fraction
of my hurt

Doth you malign me
with virtuous intent
your design upon me
is a malignant bent

If, after being bound
by silver motes of rain
that soaked not unto my skin
but which quenched the fire
that I writhed upon in pain
had I ripped you from beneath
my own eager breast, you surely
would not rest but proudly
would have died, alone, on a street
but would you have found rest?

Dare not you parlay with me!

I still have eyes, a mind, a soul
you see. As adamantly that you
try to leap from my body to be
independent, you bleed, fresh,
from my flesh.
Unable to breath outside my body

So hush and do not fash so

Hold your peace and pray
I am disinclined to end it this day
just so you know

I am Ruby Red eyes
peering into the window
of your soul

I am the creepy scratching
that the leafless tree
is tapping upon the glass
in the night
My smile is a gaping maw
begging to swallow you whole

I am the heart of your fear
that you cut into pieces
and dined on in elegance

I am your surprise package

Yours to unfold

Hidden in the deepest layers
of tissue and delicate lace
Is everything you wished for
and nothing you wish to face

I am something/nothing/exactly
like you
I've danced along treetops
only to fall  into a pit
scrabbled sideways
into a hole I couldn't fit

I've cursed the day I was born
and I curse the day I will die
because mortality has robbed me
of the voice that could make me

Fly

Fly my precious
Seek surcease in the arms
of those that would only
want to hold your light
higher than your heart
Desist of your sadness
it beats like poison in veins
Madness is just a beginning
Bleeding from a subconscious
will be just a start

Spit out the remains of bone
that are caught in your teeth
Only the marrow of Heart and Soul
will feed you in your grief

I held you softly
as you slept
I held you gently
as you wept
I held you tightly
as you screamed
I stroked your hair
as you dreamed
I wiped the tears
that would not dry
I cried the tears
you would not cry
I took the demons
in your head
and made them
Mine instead
I need to be
by your side
don’t turn me away
I am not your Pride
I am not your Pity
I am not your Sorrow
I am here Today
I am your Tomorrow

All it took was an apple
to bring down
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World

huh

When I grew up
She was the head cheerleader
and I often thought about throwing
apples at her head
but instead, I quietly contemplated
how a baseball bat
would make my point instead

I was forever hated

Cinderella had mice and birds
and all kind of vermin
bring her up to speed
with a beautiful dress
and a pumpkin coach

But instead of planting a big wet one
on the Prince of her dreams
who was really just a wet noodle
in her arms, it seems
She turned tail and ran
at the first sign of romance
and I bet her bare feet,
on the way out,
squashed more than one roach

Rapunzel had her golden hair
that could have easily been
a noose around her neck
But instead she used it to trap
Men like flies
Notice it was never her ****
that hit the deck!

Never more a worthless ****
of all the stories of yore
was Sleeping Beauty
who waited for a prince to come
unconscious the whole time
and just as oblivious
to the perilous journey
AND the responsibility that HE bore

yawn

Want to hear the one
about a girl who by no means
had any looks?
She had intelligence
noted by all the books
She had street smarts
by virtue of hiding at home
She had an even uglier stepfather
that never left her alone
Her long dark hair
and soulful eyes
brought all the boys to her side
No two toads were alike
and a kiss was too steep
a price to pay
for such a scary ride

She tried to sleep forever
until one day
her life might become better
But she awakened and
the scars she made
won't let her

ever forget

*the Fairytale
ain't real

I can be violent
I can be calm
I can wreak havoc
I can cause harm
I can be wishes
I can be dreams
I can be hope
I can be screams
I can be a lover
I can be war
I can be nothing
I can be more
I can be anger
I can be hate
I can be an enemy
I can be a mate
I can be a song
I can be a book
I can be a moment
I can be a look
I can be a quote
I can be a word
I can be silent
I can be heard
I can be Woman
I can be Wife
I can be Mother
I can be Life

all I can do is read it in my email
as the Poem of the Day
I can't appreciate your backstory
because, I'd say,
That one day you had a meltdown
and banished me
to the nether realms
where I languish as just a name
on your banned list
never to be revisited
but that's okay
don't feel bad that others
might appreciate your history
because we live it
at your misery.

I knew your name

but, who are you?

I cried to hear

you died!

***!

Did you read my mind?

That could have been me

totally

Maybe I'm jealous

you took the next step

TOTALLY HOW IT COULD HAVE
BEEN ME, BUT IT WASN'T!

for it was never my intention
to be a puppet with a frown
perhaps you won't believe it
sitting under a liars crown

I've cut myself for long enough
that blood is my middle name
basking naked upon a concrete slab
I've oft been fed back my own shame

so take all these letters, mix them up
juggle them gaily to become verbose
for they have fallen,  at feet
that have stopped walking
just litter, ash, carrion at most

So kiss me on lips
coated in poison

and wish me well

For I am off to a more acrid clime
where secrets will often tell
that hiding behind a wordsmiths spine
will see me burn in hell

hahahaha
strangled choke

with your head in the sand
standing bent over
for just any man to walk by
still you try to mumble
while I sigh...

You make me cry

while all your life prose
cools just like a *******
upon a body not breathing
stiff as a cold breeze
You sit like a scarecrow
guarding your non de plume
drowning out your own scream

why don't you

attract that ravenous beast
that will feed upon
your braggart heart, tear apart
your broken bones to the meat
that rots like a rancid ****,
all covered in mildewed
strawberries
and curdled cream

You were never smart

Eating away at the morning dew
chomping on a feast that few
ever completely inhaled
but only just nibbled on
bit by bit except

I did

but do you know
what really gets my goat?

I do

I have a neighbour, he's going on 98
I don't really know him but I don't hate
how he gets up every morning at 6am
and rambles in his garden even when
I'm trying to sleep late
I walk my dog around my neighbourhood
and people nod and say hello
but I'm no more interested in their lives
then a passing glance and smile
as I walk towards my humble home
I live amongst many lives
that fracture against themselves
they may be semi religious, or zealots
but I could never tell
Just as I walk these streets
uncaring of a Diety
I couldn't give a single thought
to if you went to church this morning
I couldn't care less if your knees are bruised
from going down in prayer several times
I don't give a passing flippancy
If you woke this morning at 10am
and your first drink was Wine
I don't particularly know my neighbours
except for passing smiles and nods
I don't particularly care for religion
and I don't care to know God

Death came to me at just 15
my brother never made it home
He died as a simple passenger
a car accident victim, not alone
It came to me again at 27
my cousin who became my brother,
lit himself on fire, literally
because he had no other
but he was married, with 2 kids
she had left him earlier
you could still smell the burnt rubber
from her skids...
It came to me 6 years ago
when my Dad succumbed to Cancer
the big C, to see him weakening
was a blow, but he started to know
God at this time.
It made me angry!
First to recognise his Athiesim
Second to see him succumb
Third to finally see him bribe
his way through remaining time
What do you know?
perhaps God recognised his crime...
Death comes to me
every time I read the news
It hits just as hard
as if I knew
each and every soul lost
even though they are just names
written on paper
I think I might know death
just like you do
I mourn, but prefer
It waits for me
*Later

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I trusted you
when you said
There will be No Regrets
Oh wait…
I did
and I was finally able
to buy a packet of cigarettes

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I remembered
when you said
Baby, you’re the only one
Oh wait…
I did
and I was finally able
to buy a packet of chewing gum

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I listened
when you said
My Darling, you do that well
Oh wait…
I did
and I finally bought a ticket
out of this Hell

If I had a Dollar
for all the times
I regretted
all the things
I heard
and reviled everything
that you said
I’d be Rich
beyond my wildest dreams
And my dreams
are so poor
I would even pay you
A Dollar
to take them
from my head

but, in my defence
I'm thinking,
give me a 4 day weekend
and a fridge
full of Wine
and I'll forget
a lot of things :)

He was under the couch
next to two dollars
which bought me lunch
at McDonalds
I sat God next to my Gold Buddha
and what do you know?
My luck ran out
the very next day
I hate to say
that while the two dollars
filled my belly
for a little while
God seemed clean me out
quicker than a day old burrito
from Taco Bell
and reminds me
to never introduce Him
to my friends
Two dollars was an awesome find
who knows what lives
beneath a couch?
A word of warning
Grab the money and run!
Leave everything else!

so many years older than me
first born
tragically...
he had five little sisters
he meant the world to me

I was 12 when he left me

Not really, he didn't leave
He was torn from my arms
in tragedy
There was no mystery
he lost his life to another
a driver, who was persecuted
to live and bear the insanity
of losing a mate
I might forgive, I might hate
but I live a half life without him
My brother ...

He'll never meet my family
My husband who he would never,
ever approved of but would have loved
because they both loved me

He never met his neices and nephews
because he was only 18
when he said goodbye
He never had his own
princes or princesses
he ended his years on earth
I like to think, on a high

But how high do you fly
when life had only just begun?
He had his baby sisters
like chicks in a nest
I often think he regrets
looking down on us
that he wasn't there
to prevent the pain
he witnessed when we found
a boy that hurt us
I like to think he'd be glorious
in his ire to avenge us
I know I'm not the only one

Gone from this earth too soon...

His Mum and Dad fractured
No parent  wants to bury their children
it doesn't seem right
but what kept them going
was their 5 daughters
as each goes on
then into the dark
they know they're not alone
He's there, holding the lantern
shining bright
welcolming them home
One by one
He's our light

I miss him every single
God ****** day!
It's been over  30 years
but what can I say?

Being a girl
that was a princess
to a soul so sweet
I miss him
with every heartbeat

so I'll just say

see ya

maybe next to the swings
or sitting on the bench

both places
we used to like to sit
and cry

he asks me

How are you?

I reply

You know...
same old same,
desolate...
antsy, empty...
and you?

His reply?

Same difference
but I won't complain
I'm breathing and talking
to you

He sits me down
in front of a virtual fireplace
and instructs me through life
leaving just a minuscule trace
of his own footsteps
even though his tread
should be heavier
for the burdens he carries
are colossal against mine

but he takes the time...

To listen to my words
and answer my pleas
He understands
and sees what I don't see

I erred in titling this
my friend
I meant
my Mentor
my Heart~ache, my Hero
my understanding unconsciousness
give, Give, give, never take

I have this friend
who never unanswered
any prayer
if you have an Angel

that you can spare...

Free her wings and let her fly
she knows where she is going
and she knows why
where she needs to be...

tell my friend I sent her

Angel dust and fairy wishes
are what he needs to see :)

I know the little boy
that walked for miles
in everybody's shoes
and I know the Man
who speaks only
when he chooses to

I've met the laughter
I've wiped away the tears
I've sat silently
as he diligently walked
through broken years

I've met the comedian
I've met the larrikin
I've met the musician

I've met the old soul
that tells tales of woe
but cries silently
counting every tear

I've met the body
that wakes up every day
angry with the universe
but with nothing to say

I've met
the troubled heart
the irreverent lark
the messed up kid
but comforted
the messed up adult

I know my best friend
and I'll be the one
to tell those
that just saw
one side of him

That they didn't look so deep
they have no right to keep
their memories that are shallow

I've met my best friend
and...
you're wrong
just so you know

I know him
he's so strong

Stronger than the shadows
that haunts him in real life
I know him,
*he's stronger than you or I

The whys or where's
nor the for art thous
or the perhaps now
I know not
the love me nows
nor loved me then
or even the when
I know not
the cerulean sky
nor the indigo goodbye
or the softest sigh...
I know not
when words tried
nor when the rhythm died
or Poetry became a lie
I know not
the how's or wherefores
or keeping score
but
I know when
love of something
begins to end
bleeding from lacerations
bashed against rocks...
*I know then...

You
Lipstick on his collar

Me*
Bruises on my breast

I can shed my clothes faster
than your whispered question
I can pretend that I'm not
your final destination

I can bounce from star to star
and then drape myself over the moon
If you want to cross the sky on the Sun
I'll even sigh, and pretend to swoon?

Going so far as that seeing you asked
if the money laying in a stack
was enough to take you to Heaven
and I'll pretend Hell is not at your back

I'll lie still as you lay on me
in my ears your words don't flay me
your hot breath is my warmth for the day
So sad, wouldn't you say?

I'll be all you don't want me to be
***** Girl
Little Wife
Some forgotten hold out from some Sorority!

If someday
maybe
you might let me be
*Me?

If I could just take it
and roll it into a little ball
and punt it in it's nether regions
I think I could actually find
something to like about the season

I don't want to see the big fat *******
all in Red, touching, smiling at my kids
I don't want to hear Christmas Carols
that never, ever, seem to leave my head

If the Christmas fairy
doesn't stay out of my sherry
I'm going to choke the *****
with the Christmas lights wires!

It's bad enough that she
puked all over the tree
Her decorating skills
leave a lot to be desired.

Why?
Why?
So much torture!
Misery is just buried
underneath a pile of
brightly coloured tinsel

Happiness seems to be manufactured
straight out of the world
of HALLMARK...
Instant joy!
It almost seems so simple!

All the baking, sweating, storing of food
in Tupperware that have mysteriously lost their lids

All the cheap items I lost on EBAY
to last minute sneaky bids

But for one tiny smile, from a child...

**I do it for my kids

after stabbing you repeatedly
I tossed you out into my front yard
along side all the rest of the other
lying cheating *******!

*Won best decorated house for Halloween...

True story, word for word*

17 year old Son
calls his Mum

and says

Can you stop
at the shops,
and buy me,
a pair of thongs
and a box
of condoms

I've tried to talk about it
until I'm blue in the face
but I'm already dead
the conversation left
...no trace
I called at 4am
Left a voice message
followed up with a text,
I guess you didn't get it
My drama is a burden
My tears are hard to take
My words are hard to process
maybe, my friendship
was a mistake
I hesitate to contact you
what if I'm interrupting?
I know that others have a life
at least they have something
I hit dial on my phone
then hope the one who answers
understands my sobbing voice
and doesn't silently judges..
I know I'm already dead
I just seem to keep on
breathing
as long as I have a voice
on the other end of the line
I'll keep on
believing
this life is worth living
and the tears I cry are
real
because appearances can be
deceiving
*I look better than I feel

and by then

the meal was stale

It sat congealing

upon a cold plate

My breath

did not make

an ounce of difference

to how you feel

when you served

the meal

I think you see

my appreciable

as just another

song gone cold

I weep over every bite

I stay silent

because

my spoken word

can't make it

right

*but I will savour
every bite