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Mar 2015 rosemary

Emperor Icecream

we live on the same 20 dollar suit
that we call style

we live on a gigantic mansion
that we call home

we live on with thousands of people
that we call our friends

hundreds of them
we consider as family

we live with death threats and hunger
we call them adventures

we live like this
and call this life

aren't we even living
we considered ourselves alive

acted like an animal
hailed a hero.

Mar 2015 rosemary

The Common Bad Day

Mar 2015 rosemary

Keah Jones

The Common Bad Day

Maybe begging you to stay was the reason

it was 5:30 a.m. and you told me I wasn't the one

and all of these poems are ******* and have nothing to do with anything that is going on in my head

but three months ago I tried to **** myself and you wouldn't answer your phone.

when you saw me the next night you told me everyone has bad days.

With beer in hand and stagger to your walk I believed you

Cause you were right,

everyone has bad days, I would never deny anyone of that

even my bad days are better than others

I have never had my stomach pumped,

I have never drank till I have passed out

I have never been in a car accident

but I have tasted the cold bitter remnants of what love was supposed to be after swallowing one too many pills

I have opened my skin in the attempt rid my blood of you

I have stained sheet after sheet with what I thought beautiful was,

still all I can hear is you preaching that it's just another bad day

#bad #day #you #it #have #there #well #belittled

Mar 2015 rosemary

Thought

Mar 2015 rosemary

Aniseed

Thought

There's a thought that haunts me
In the mornings
When the sun peeks through the curtains
And it blinds me
And the coffee is burnt
So I take a morning dose of
Smoke to mute my taste buds

It haunts me at work
Where my smile is as fake
As the honey tone of my voice
But they'll believe it
And buy two for two fifty anyway
Because I've asked them oh so
Nicely

It plagues me in the evening
When I've settled down with a brush
In my hand
Painting abstract strokes with
No road map
No idea where they're going
Just a current of blending colors
And lines

It strikes me at night
When I'm closing my eyes
And willing myself to sleep
Though the sheep don't run home
Because the path is drenched
In regret

That thought
Which haunts me

And itches at me

And runs laps through my mind

Is that I've never felt peace
In someone's arms

Never felt so fulfilled
To touch someone

Never had words powerful
Enough to describe it

The thought that harrows me
In all the hours I know
Is that I've never known
Love

#love #thoughts #confusion #routine #introspective

Mar 2015 rosemary

.. mattress cover ..

Mar 2015 rosemary

Sonja Benskin Mesher

.. mattress cover ..

smoothing the wrinkles i think

of another time. how reasonably

priced they are, such a usefull item,

to protect the bed.

those that sleep there can

rest in the knowledge that

all is well covered, there will be

no shame, no hardship.

remember the days of rolling

an

old one down the stairs, tying

with ineffective string to await

the council collection.

reorder the thing, much better

now to protect your assets.

i tuck in the corners, and remember

that this is monday.

sbm.

Mar 2015 rosemary

. seeds.

Mar 2015 rosemary

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. seeds.

[ re written]

have you collected seeds
of many years, packed,
labelled, dated.

have you died, and left
the table unprepared.

i have them now in boxes,
a gift, from those who love.

they will bring me work, joy,
an independent air, profound words,
from those who care.

sbm.

Mar 2015 rosemary

. equinox .

Mar 2015 rosemary

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. equinox .

tides are higher now,

flooding the paths.

he walked the mud,

bringing the footsteps back to us.

we mop the floors, when the rain stops.

if you leave the boots to dry,

the earth will knock off, neatly.

there was a partial eclipse, the tides are high.

he was a gardener.

sbm.

he was a gardener. sbm.