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Jl. Jimbaran 1A No.14
Mahasiswi Sastra inggris , Moeslem , Jakarta-Indonesia
49/M/USA
Poems
drumhound
May 2014
I'm 53
until the umpire yells
PLAY BALL
I'm 53
until the new kid steps in
and tries to relieve me
from moving the piano
I'm 53
until 10 p.m.
when I look online to see
my kids have a party going on
I'm 53
until I'm at the stop light
next to a guy
with a bigger muffler
and crooked cocky hat
I'm 53
until the boys call
in need of a drummer
I'm 53
until someone mentions
ROAD TRIP
I'm 53
until the young guns
want to wrestle for
bragging rights
I'm 53
until they start a story with
"Remember the time..."
I'm 53
until the Red Hot Chili Peppers
walk onstage
I'm 53
until the college girls walk by
in their summer wear
my stomach
drawing into my chest
and my stroll revives swag
as the cute one turns to say
"Good morning, Sir.
Can I get that door for you?
I am 53.
until the umpire yells
PLAY BALL
I'm 53
until the new kid steps in
and tries to relieve me
from moving the piano
I'm 53
until 10 p.m.
when I look online to see
my kids have a party going on
I'm 53
until I'm at the stop light
next to a guy
with a bigger muffler
and crooked cocky hat
I'm 53
until the boys call
in need of a drummer
I'm 53
until someone mentions
ROAD TRIP
I'm 53
until the young guns
want to wrestle for
bragging rights
I'm 53
until they start a story with
"Remember the time..."
I'm 53
until the Red Hot Chili Peppers
walk onstage
I'm 53
until the college girls walk by
in their summer wear
my stomach
drawing into my chest
and my stroll revives swag
as the cute one turns to say
"Good morning, Sir.
Can I get that door for you?
I am 53.
CautiousRain Apr 2016
1453
CautiousRain
Apr 2016
He'd always leave at 2:53 P.M.
Swoosh fwoump.
It was only a matter of time,
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ti
I wanted to be free.
He'd strap me to a chair and whisper,
sweet stories that you'd coo to *a child,
with sour breath running down my neck,
his greasy forehead pressed against my tear-stricken cheeks;
it'd deteriorate and culture in my ears.
His scent engulfed my mind,
my body, my soul...
He made a grave mistake,
dressing me in grimy socks,
making me dance skin-to-skin,
forcing me to kiss him, call him.
Oh no, you see,
he should have known.
I betrayed his trust, I'd pay the price,
"Isn't that right, Leila?"
That's not my name.
"Now Leila, darling, you're going to be a good girl,
for Daddy, aren't you?"
That's not my name.
"Leila, sweetheart, I can trust you, can't I?
Hmm? This will be our little secret,"
That's not my name.
"Aw, don't tell me, dear, beautiful Leila,
you aren't scared, are you?"
That's not my name.
I knew him well,
after a few months,
and his smell was musty,
only when I let it be.
He always liked sweets,
like me.
He was disgusting,
and my wrists ran red with incisions;
he'd lick them clean.
He'd always leave at 2:53.
"Oh Leila, sweetheart, I expect dinner when I get back,
won't you be a good girl,
and do as Daddy taught you?"
That's not my name.
So I did.
This kitchen was charming,
as much as his worn dining ware,
lined with cracked roses painted by Chinese overseas,
wondering when they would be used.
This was the first time I'd seen him genuinely smile,
"You look especially beautiful, tonight, Leila,
perhaps it's the sparkle in your eye,"
That's not my name.
He took a sip.
His glossy eyes hovered above his glass,
and his gaze drifted over to me,
in my grimy socks and brown-stained apron,
my long, dark hair drapped over my shoulders.
Another glass,
another glass,
another glass,
glass,
sugary sweet,
sweet,
down his lips,
lips,
lips,
teeth,
throat,
liver.
He liked sweets,
sweets,
sweets,
dripping, sipping,
sweet,
sugary sweet, nectar,
cool, smooth,
antifreeze.
He'd always leave at 2:53.
Silence.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ti-
2:53 P.M.
Silence at 2:00-
2:00
2:00
I'd heard him cry,
"Leila, Leila, Leila,"
That's not my name.
He'd always leave at 2:53,
2:00,
silence.
He would never leave at 2:53,
2:53 P.M.
*I left at 2:53. Silence.
Swoosh fwoump.
It was only a matter of time,
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ti
I wanted to be free.
He'd strap me to a chair and whisper,
sweet stories that you'd coo to *a child,
with sour breath running down my neck,
his greasy forehead pressed against my tear-stricken cheeks;
it'd deteriorate and culture in my ears.
His scent engulfed my mind,
my body, my soul...
He made a grave mistake,
dressing me in grimy socks,
making me dance skin-to-skin,
forcing me to kiss him, call him.
Oh no, you see,
he should have known.
I betrayed his trust, I'd pay the price,
"Isn't that right, Leila?"
That's not my name.
"Now Leila, darling, you're going to be a good girl,
for Daddy, aren't you?"
That's not my name.
"Leila, sweetheart, I can trust you, can't I?
Hmm? This will be our little secret,"
That's not my name.
"Aw, don't tell me, dear, beautiful Leila,
you aren't scared, are you?"
That's not my name.
I knew him well,
after a few months,
and his smell was musty,
only when I let it be.
He always liked sweets,
like me.
He was disgusting,
and my wrists ran red with incisions;
he'd lick them clean.
He'd always leave at 2:53.
"Oh Leila, sweetheart, I expect dinner when I get back,
won't you be a good girl,
and do as Daddy taught you?"
That's not my name.
So I did.
This kitchen was charming,
as much as his worn dining ware,
lined with cracked roses painted by Chinese overseas,
wondering when they would be used.
This was the first time I'd seen him genuinely smile,
"You look especially beautiful, tonight, Leila,
perhaps it's the sparkle in your eye,"
That's not my name.
He took a sip.
His glossy eyes hovered above his glass,
and his gaze drifted over to me,
in my grimy socks and brown-stained apron,
my long, dark hair drapped over my shoulders.
Another glass,
another glass,
another glass,
glass,
sugary sweet,
sweet,
down his lips,
lips,
lips,
teeth,
throat,
liver.
He liked sweets,
sweets,
sweets,
dripping, sipping,
sweet,
sugary sweet, nectar,
cool, smooth,
antifreeze.
He'd always leave at 2:53.
Silence.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ti-
2:53 P.M.
Silence at 2:00-
2:00
2:00
I'd heard him cry,
"Leila, Leila, Leila,"
That's not my name.
He'd always leave at 2:53,
2:00,
silence.
He would never leave at 2:53,
2:53 P.M.
*I left at 2:53. Silence.
Prompt was ******, and I had just watched a video on how to escape a kidnapping, so yeah....
FUN FACT: Read all the bold as its own poem. Do the same for the italics. See how that makes you think.
Reading: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0uKqNL4QQDM
FUN FACT: Read all the bold as its own poem. Do the same for the italics. See how that makes you think.
Reading: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0uKqNL4QQDM
Toothache
May 2018
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