My niece is sat opposite me
My niece is in possession of paint
And a paintbrush
And I’ve surrendered my hands to her.
My face scrunches
Paint properly plastered
The newspaper in front of us her dad had put down for her she swaps for plain
I wiggle the digits on my
Upward facing palms.
The One That Married Into This
Comes in from the kitchen.
I rise from my cross-legend position
And pat his cheek as we meet in the doorway
Then I rest my hand on his shoulder,
Trying to gaze lovingly,
As opposed to smirking.
He doesn’t notice the paint
Because it’s warm
And maybe I’ve just got clammier hands than usual.
I go to wash my hands off.
Le artiste demands
The One That Married Into This
Touches a reassuring
To just below my back.
We only notice the paint prints
As we graze the hall mirror
As we start the 30 minute process
Of saying goodbye
As we walk out the door
Breaking up is hard to do
let's rise take it easy
Waking- up don't be lazy
My morning glory spiritual stretch
Soothe me like a tranquilizer
His words are my pacifier
The shooting star sprinkling shot
Stars work dot to dot
They connect get rid of all
broken heart subjects
Soothe me star even if there
is nothing to do
We need to do something
Earth wind and fire just
Don't lock me and throw away
the star key is it going to Key- West
Daylight no broken light in my
Star stuff- sight
Light to the dark twilight
Those zillions of stars my
eyes closed I suppose
Take another look lovely rose
The same spot share the good stuff
I saw the soothing words
Star pointed toes who knows
Evenor to out-win the odds?
Not the starry night
Going through something
It's been a hard day night
One star light years to fight
Breathe in and soothe me
It was up to me not to blind me
My cool spirit meditation table
The New York soothing menu
Rendezvous all talk but delicious
She is tough walking
The hardest avenue
The *Positive me even if its the
broken up me that's the only me
No one can take his place to soothe me
French fondue it suits her another clue
Red White moody blues the statue
Do you all agree? Another feel good
shopping spree are the stars true
I cannot even say soothing-word
Your home is your oasis love stuff
Sooth me star stuff no one to minus
The hard stuff is to better yourself
The feel-good smooth flowing
Even if you missed your star
You're the no star he's is always late
Soothe me star may be my fate
Cafe warm running lattte late
The forever flight hit so hard
Got_ Thrown brick harder
They say remorse is the
poison of life
And divorce could be the best
change in someone's life
OH! Lord The new? Hard cushion/night
"The winding rough road see the light"
*It may be tough but make it good deed
Athletic Girly curve walk
The pep talk she had the tough birth
The Preppy he's training the puppy stuff
You don't have to be a star it doesn't matter
Who you are
Never get in the middle of a dare
Show the whole world you care
Puff the magic dragon
Harder side of logic is the mission
Been Moonstruck light flick
Both mouths a volcano
Hard star stuff ham and swiss hero
Exploring new stuff
Please take it from pointed star
She walks like she is hot stuff
Those color forms of love stuff
Things and stuff
Stuff and things
Walking through the end of
It a hard position of the angle
Tough to be single even more
to deal with lotsa stuff to be married
Being the first online
I am getting a handle on my stuff
Indie Pop like Ice Queen Pop
She's Brook long stream
He's under the influence
She doesn't nearly have
the up to par patience
Gifts of curiosity
Adjusting to reality
Hard life too much focus
On our happiness
He's coming home
breadwinner of money
Just one loaf of
bread she blossoms
The harder the words
How it challenges our sanity
Dark crayon hard stuff
Wild Hawaii Say Hi to all our
blissfully but soothing hearts
She is like a hard sandpaper
He is so cool reading his
worldly carefree life
He is inside the newspaper
Big Ben London guard
How mindset like Hallmark card
Too much Holiday Turkey going
****** tunes when there is I tunes
So powerless word hard ingenious
Be thankful for what you have
But feeling too much
of the dry spell that rain fall
Going to that heavenly gifted secret
Like an Elephant, you are
the tough one the smart one magnet
No-one is perfect to be the
The star way of the fantasy
Nothing fancy doesn't make you jump
Presidential Trump Roger Rabbit
My lucky tower rabbit foot
Between a hard rock meets her sexuality
Having bad luck long shot solitude
Hallucinations all dark things hurt
My imagination world is sometimes
belly overstuffed Santa Claus
I love the hard candy bitter- sweet metal
Who gets the Metals and honors
The Terminators better leaders
PJ-Clarkes Princeton NJ
Superman Clark Kents
We need more therapy events
Princeton pancakes no remakes
And tons of maple syrup
***** Tonk women at the rodeo
Her horse lucky hoof sooth me
Stars real stuff
New York City roof ruff ruff
A hard rock and critters
And then you wake
back to the hard stuff
Soothe your pain the goodness of the rain
Hard life or its way too easy what is truly better I know my moods change in this hell of a gun weather. Let's keep our spirit high and heal our minds to get better don't you want a better life or something in the middle of the road make sure you don't kiss deeply inside of a hard binding book of the fairy tale. You are worth so much more than kissing a toad but we are talking about the hard stuff please go easy on me
Like ants, like ants
with frantic legs we run.
Running, not in lines
No. No, in all directions!
Scurrying-- no orders,
Not a voice from up above.
The Queen is dead,
The Queen is dead--
A dead and broken dove.
Where is our God now?
(Is he counting souls in heaven?)
Where is your God now?
(Was he left on barren Earth?)
Like Jericho's great façade,
torn down by seven sirens,
We scurry like the smallest ants
with spines like that of serpents;
We crawled and shrieked and cowered.
We left the young and sick.
Although we prayed immortal life,
we now beg our end be quick.
Like ants in a sea of elephants,
From dust to dust, and dust to ****.
Written April 3, 2012
The smug feeling I felt clicking 'write'
To submit this poem
Part of me doesn’t want to write anymore (or is it anything?).
Am I just afraid to drag my emotions across this page?
My words tend to come back black and blue,
misunderstood from the most ridiculous points of view.
Should I end communications?
Though the shadows in my closet offer no verbal retaliations.
For better or worse, at least my ego’s not hurt
from a mad world’s projections.
But I don’t want to be the lonely one
hiding along the edge of the room,
surely looking broken to some,
while others wait for me to come undone.
Give me a minute and I’ll return to center ring.
Maybe it’s just the thought of a crowd that I find overwhelming.
Take me in your arms
and we'll dance the night away
Your promise that you mean no harm
Left and right, we sway
Your hands on my waist
Mine on your shoulders
You dressed in your very best
and me dressed in furs
My heart lifts rhythmically
as we grand jeté across the room
My head whips in circles
as we pirouette around the room
But when you lift me up in the air
and pins drop from my hair
The fiery look in your eyes
combined with all your lies
Sends curls of flames rushing through my stomach
burning all the self-restraint I had
As I begged with my movements
for you to *dance me to hell