The numerals II Sir I to another
My bowl spilled my
Have Merci Beau-coup
The S was left alone my survival
Do you love my eyes primal
He points widely- tribal his
marriage finger my editorial
Be kinder strawberry sugar high
Do you want me to bite down
on my wafers
-I for the Ivy League his polo loafers
He's my (Lifesavers)
The bow and arrow I met my
dark sparrow what a rainbow
So intrigued my mystery arrival
Why on earth do you want me down?
To focus staying upright but kinda
I am not a falling we have eyes
The face to face prize to be eyed
That Native American
When I make my first movie wish
The pirate birdseye rash
Al Dente ziti Eggplant Parmigiana
The headless horse Dante always neighs
kills me on
Valentine day hearts lucky horseshoe
Eyes have frozen bird's eye
They thought I was
the sweet pea
He knocked me off
My Twitter tweets
I am the writer don't flood
My words everything is shaking
This is the Godly earth
So confused we feel-tightly squeezed
The earthquake head over heels down to our knees
She is sipping her tears down
In her chamomile tea thumbs up
The world is evaporating
like the dead sea
Bring everything alive I am
counting to 1*2*3*4*5
Down to my last words
I'm staying alive my life is more than
A Saturday Night Fever
But feeling down to my sunrise
Your heart deeply graved
I will betcha life has
more downs downward
Even when you wake -up upward
No way out of expensive
price tags we need to save
The give or take to remake
We need to finish not at
the end of the line
Where we were left off
Whats yours is mine
Sometimes you think
you are down
But life has you
To say I do
With his mind enchanted
Let me go up---++
The spirit is a complicated thing
I got wits to carry on anything
I need more guts
Now Bill said I do
Oh! No love me to please
me as I do
My Bill is always waiting
at the upside down table
Like the will-hunting
For God sake who is on first
Going up with the bucket list
Feeling down to adore me
You're going down Oh! Christ
Don't push my buttons
I saw your Realtor
The Skyline Hilton
I-O-U trillion hearts that were
down and wasted
Falling eyelashes no surprise
That stock exchange stars fault
Money lip up and honey
Do you want this in singing
or shall we both go down
I'm going to wash that
man right out? And sent him on
the way he's gone
The brainwashing Scientology
misery loves religious company
Like Humpty dump me
His "snoop dog so sad eating
like Pig whistle steak
Peeping Tom sales week
Anthony Perkins down to seek
The sprinkler shower
Hitchcock scene French Tickler
At Tiffany's Audrey
breakfast jewels Ruby
Hanky Panky pancakes
Like the Amazon in Prime
With fruit slashed smile
Love to love you baby at
Perkins eggs are dreamy
The shoot of ringlets hair screaming
Niagara fall and action roll fall down
You're a shade too hurtful
The red-brown chair or orange perk me
up the crown the Gala gown me
Life is so unkind why
do people smile
Going in and out the door
The rush the high like you could
mop her curls up but your hand down
Feeling inside the apple of the core
The teapot all fenced in pretending
The downspout- you're up-sprout
He's the roundabout -handle
A stranger is routing someone
is always cursing
You're going down
The game sports ball out
And your always looking
down at me when you
talk me out
Like a ring fight
falling black eye
Where is our coffee down
to nothing, she got a pink eye
Her words spilled over
pineapple printed dress
Having a breakdown
Do you want me down
I am the New York City girl
A clap of party hands
A figure of speech when you get
lonely go downtown
To my number
what a lowdown
In the Wizard of Oz,
the cowardly lion
crashed the window
My only lip Solo so low
My computer froze my red
I couldn't bring my smile
back to suit you
They were jumping for joy
Do you really want to
love a tomboy
Almond eyes of candy
Grease me down
My pretty pink illegally
Google on down with Bill
Joining the falling down crowd
But no one had a clue my face was
falling down all-stars feeling blue
When we're down and about or feeling all over the place the roundabout we cannot get over something that we go more down and down but be pulling our weight going up but who will fill our heart when you just about had enough
A cup of fresh brewed tea
To relax for the evening
A solemn eve
Serenity at its best
Chamomile to relax
Exhale for the night
As I say a prayer
And drift off to dreamland
When worries rob you your sleep,
You can tell me why.
I will be your chamomile tea and listen
Until your troubles are forgotten.
We can eat biscuits like chips,
Put our feet up the table by the window
And count passing airplanes as if counting sheep.
When worries rob me my sleep,
Please be my chamomile tea
And lullaby me with a little bit of honey
And a little bit of affection.
Warmth, it is the rising steam
Blowing against my lips
In clouds as thick as cream
I down it with timid sips
That numb my throat softly
Because the first cup is always costly
Release, it is the loosening of the soul
Uncoiling like a taught wire
Caught 'round the neck of a young foal
The bitter-sweet taste is a burning, liquid fire
But the feeling is contagious
There's no need to feel courageous
Desire, it's filled to the brim
Like a sea of flowers
Unwilling for their monthly trim
It churns within me, a growing power
That's too subdued to abuse
And too wonderful to refuse
Disappointment, it ends with the final drop
When the cup's tilted vertical
I realize it's time to stop
For my tongue will never reach the final hurtle
That mocks me from the shadowed curve
Making me think that it's too good to deserve
Rejoice, it's a teaspoon of honey
To ease the bitterness of the blessed brew
It clears the clouds and becomes quite sunny
So that I may offer some to you
Take this cup, and I swear you'll smile
For the unmistakable taste of honey-sweetened chamomile
On the eighth day she coined the word Poetry
And I savored the syllables, dipped them in silence,
Just so I could remember a time before her.
A time where I didn’t know, and she didn’t tell me.
I threw away an empty box of tea,
The blue label read, Chamomile
A mug sat on the counter, never a chance
To plead half empty
or half full.
She sang without opening her mouth –
A foreign language. And I savored the syllables
But don’t remember what they tasted like.
Something calming perhaps.
Maybe one day I’d be able to speak her tongue.
Then she wouldn’t need to tell me.
I’d find a new box of chamomile,
And savor the syllables.
semantically encoded heartache
we all remember
where we came from
we never go back to again
rationalizing pain until it
becomes a drum
and it echoes
i fall down the stairs again
hit my face on the tile
and when my lip bleeds
it comes as a relief
two-pence for lovers
a penny for thoughts
shots of chamomile to chase the night time
like eyelids longing for greater ends
spit out that memory
pull it out of your ears
maybe it doesn't really
sometimes it's all grey.
Chamomile and honey
Polka-dots and money
Teacup pigs are funny
I'm cold when it's sunny
Take me to your house
Treat me like your spouse
More quiet than a mouse
Less violent than a louse
Seek and you will find
The bobbin that I wind
All in love are blind
Stay always on my mind
Different is good
Don't conform to your 'hood
The trees will bring you wood
Trust in them you should
Never fear the unknown
For the trees have grown
The wind has blown
The birds have flown
My soul has shown
9:00pm: We hugged and chatted. Your sister joking with us, your brothers being silly. I love your siblings.
9:30pm: We went hunting for gear. Your dad helped us find sleeping mats and told us where to find some tarps.
10:00pm: We climbed onto the fort and made our beds. I swept the bugs and pine needles away. I remember thinking, I hate pine needles. Why Florida trees, why?
10:30pm: We made tea and got ready for bed. I love chamomile tea. Lots of sugar. Washing off my makeup was easy with your sister's fancy face wipes.
10:45pm: We climbed into our sleeping bags. I was warm. I love the plaid pattern of the sleeping bag I always use.
11:00pm: We ate snacks, drank tea, and talked. Poptarts are so good late at night. Better than in the morning. And the hot tea felt so good against the chilling breezes.
11:30pm: I turned off the flashlights. I liked it better that way. I like hearing only voices, not seeing the person. My hearing what they say feels amplified that way.
11:30pm: I laid on my back and realized how pretty the trees are. The sky was orange, oddly lit up more than normal for that time of night. Few clouds drifted in the sky.
12:00am: I poured the story out to you.
12:05am: I began watching the moon cross the sky. It was very orange and it moved faster than I imagined it would.
12:30am: I got a text.
1:00am: I proposed an adventure. I wanted to do something. I wanted not to have to think for a while. I like late night happenings. And I like not being alone.
1:15am: We got off our lazy butts and went to the garage. I started riding the ripstick. I picked it up right away and didn't fall which was new for me.
1:30am: You taught me how to longboard. It was fun, though I kept forgetting which way I would put my feet.
1:45am: We started riding bikes. I love your mom's bike. It's so smooth and easy to ride..but it clicks sometimes in weird ways. I liked the clicking too.
1:50am: ***** it, I didn't want to reply.
2:00am: We rode through the neighborhood. I love the houses in Naples..
2:05am: I fell in love with the night sky. It was beginning to look more like the normal dark blue rather than orange. The stars started to peek through better.
2:10am: The cold air made my blood rush. I was wearing such warm clothes, but the wind went straight through. I loved going fast, racing you. Speed is beautiful on a bike.
2:15am: I never wanted the night to end. I wanted to ride late at night forever.
2:35am: The silence was so beautiful. We would be quiet for short bits. I liked the pictures my mind created during that time.
2:40am: I wished I had his time stopping watch. I always wish I did.
2:45am: We started the ride home. My breathing got pretty rough. Cold air always hurts my lungs. But it was so worth it.
3:00am: We put the bikes away and crawled back into bed. I loved the fort so much..
3:10am: You fell asleep.
3:15am: The moon was higher in the sky. It was clear and white and full. I could see it perfectly. Peeking through the trees. I fell asleep slowly. Loved it all.
Sleepover at a friend's house. That night was lovely. The next day was beautiful as well.
Florida weather has its perks.
Slowly pressure rises,
Water starts to dance,
Anxious and on edge.
Bubbles drift upward,
Steam begging to escape,
Aching and fed up.
Too much to take now,
Rush over to lift it off,
Stove glowing hot and red.
Poured into a deep mug,
Feel it comfort from within,
Relaxed and at ease.
Allison Wonder © 2018
You wouldn't know this is about cutting if I hadn't just told you
she is a dream that wakes you up desperate to return to sleep
so as to feel her again, so as to be lured in irrevocably deep
she is as a dragon is when unconscious on the ground
harmless in speculation, not moving, just a heaping mound
stay wary lest she strike with her closed jaws that ache to bite
you will bleed then thank her lavishly with the foundations of your might
for even sparing you the smallest slice of pain from her sculptured lips
for even giving you the privilege of her attention in small strips
she is my dream, she is my glory, it is my spirit she has caught
and i will always be naught but her ever fleeting thought
In a cup filled with sorrow
As they swirl, rise and burst your eyes burn on.
Ice-blue, yet warm
As the morning in winter
Feels like I'm breathing dragons and walking through fields of silver.
Spider web catches
The rays of the sun
Rising on the horizon, is it called a horizon because of the rising?
Hawks drop and whirl
It's all so romantic
And it makes me feel sick to my stomach because I'm just a wandering girl...
You're a beast in the den
You're a wolf in the lair
You're the wood for my fire
You're the breeze in my hair
But I never asked for a den
And I wanted the lair for myself
And my fire should be burning with coal not wood.
And the breeze in my hair? Well that's just annoying
The affection you lavish on me feels like cloying
Reproaches from some kind of horrible clown
All lathered and slathered in wet eiderdown
It's leering towards me, its horrible face
Lifts into a smile, an ugly grimace
And I realise suddenly
That my mind is painting grotesque scenes
Over the beauty of the one that I love
But then how do I stop it?
How do I stop it?
How do I stop it?
You make me feel putrid
We laughed when he said that
Yet love lies niggling at my insides like a blister
That I don't want
And yet it's mine
And I want to keep it
the tone of your voice reminds me of chamomile tea before bed. it reminds me of winding down after a day in the sun, of the faint hum of breath when the body is in REM. it reminds me of the games i used to play as a girl sitting around the campfire, and of waking up to the window open on a morning in may. it would be honeycomb if it could be, and sometimes, i think it is. what else could explain the sweetness as it seeps from my ears into a pit in my stomach, accumulating to form the core of a fruit that i grew in the likeness of you.
i carry this with me, wherever i go.
do my best to keep all of the bruising away.
similar to another one i have written, but inspired by being reminded.
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