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 Feb 2014 pookie
Life's a Beach
Your self taught wave appears,
tripping on sand, it clears
away your footprints,
leaving me to stand alone on
a rocky shore, once more.

The seaweed drags her down,
a dreary green draped crown,
shines about her hair,
drift away without
a care.

You're alone.

Why not?

Rot, rot, rot away.
Sway with the wind,
wait and wait
and wait,
someday it will rescind.
 Jan 2014 pookie
Life's a Beach
I danced as though Everyone watched.
Threw myself into movement;
Offered everything up to the God's...
A Human Sacrifice.
I offered them my blood
Flung my arms, my legs,
my head, torso and also
my mind into an
abyss of feeling.
I offered Everything.

The Audience was an opponent,
a challenger waiting
whilst I stood panting in
the wings.
I knew I'd have to fight them
with everything,
my glance retaliation
as I swept past them and
Danced.

Danced on,
danced with everything
Danced.
It was all that mattered.

Everyone was all that mattered.

That small speck of person
that filled an auditorium
with their presence.
Someone to watch,
to understand
the longing reach of
the turned up hand in
my choreography.
Someone who I knew would
feel empathy, because they
knew me.

Because I knew they loved me.

They do love me,
but they didn't come.

Once again Fate, you *******,
won.
The worst thing is, I knew it
would end up like this.
I knew, but for
once I wanted not to end up
Disappointed.

'Something' always comes up,
'Something' always ***** up along
the line, to mean that No-one
turns up on time,

or not at all.

No one saw me, No one at
all.
I danced to empty seats,
danced to the beat of an
absent heart, danced to the
hope that, at the end, the crowd
would part to show me
You

Everyone

But they didn't, and once again
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

No point,
My Fate lies in disappointment.
 Jan 2014 pookie
Life's a Beach
When people talk to me
They open up themselves.
Each petal a tale, a memory,
A life.
De-railed by acceptance
They find themselves unfurling to reveal
the worm
Inside their pollen
The speckled taint curled within their seed.
A sign of imperfection
A weakness
Insecurity
To me it adds to their beauty
It makes them seem
complete.

Blossom before me,
And you'll never lose my love.
 Jan 2014 pookie
Life's a Beach
Tonight I dream of spiders
Hair spun, fat filled, scuttling legs
Quiver over my body and thighs
Eyes, ears, mouth, a tongue
A taste perforates through my eyes
Spills into my skull

Splat, Slash, Splot
Scuttle

Tonight I dream of Isolation
My footsteps fall on empty ears
Searching for life
Fearful, Tearful
Ripe with Strife
What does this matter?
I cannot be seen.

Unhear my own quiet screams
Please,
I want to
I need to
unhear.

Tonight I dream of running
An unseen assailant
I know, wishes to
attempt on me harm

You can't be calm
I can't, You can't
I Must
You mustn't provoke me.

I wake reaching
Reaching
Reaching

I find nothing
But empty solace.

Tonight I dream of fighting
Clockwork childhood
Figures slicing at my
face, racing me
to death.
A metal axe, a clawed
arm, walls with eyes,
a broken staircase,
distorted laugh, a
past repeated.
'Treated' to terror
remember me
dismember me
tenderly
race me
erase
me

I can't seem to wake up.
 Dec 2013 pookie
rained-on parade
If I could put to words
what this year was,
I would say--
****.

**** this ******* year.

Thirteen years into
the second millenium,
was as unlucky as the number
said it would be.

This year was about
being on my own,
being sad,
being alone.

Yet I found,
poetry, and that death
could never be the answer
to questions I'd rather not ask.

I found friends
in people halfway
across the whole
world.

Love from the people
of my kind--
poets--
who loved and despaired.

This year was not
the one I would remember;
because new beginnings
are often disguised
as painful endings.

So here is to
my new beginning.
Happy new year to my HP family. Thank you for your support through this wretched year. :)
 Dec 2013 pookie
rained-on parade
The heart where once
love resided fell too cold.

Now the flesh turns
an uneasy grey beneath
a thin layer of dusty frost.

When touched,
the fingertips stick and the cold bites.
Few dared to warm
the space with their hands
and now neglect has my heart forgot.

There's an uncared for path.
An overrun piece of forest
nearly hidden in the brush
that leads to a cave.

There's a cool breeze
that staves away my curiosity.
A comment of yours turned into a poem. So lyrical and so true.
 Dec 2013 pookie
A Mareship
Elements
 Dec 2013 pookie
A Mareship
Fire,
Turns witches into meat
And spends nights with marshmallows.

Earth,
Riddled with growth.

Air and Water win.
Stick prizes on these shiftless things,
The see-through drowners that score absolute zero.
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