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There hasn't been
a person
that I have ever met
that is anything
close to a pet.
Someone
who will just sit stare,
some one
who will always be there.
Someone
who will be with you when you're lonely,
someone
who will let you know that you are
their one and only.
A pet can give you so much pleasure,
and memories
that you can always treasure.
Sometimes I think that my pets love me more than my people...
nighttime was bath time
on the poor side of town
in the courts of Elgin
back in ’87.

I could still hear the sounds
of the bath water running
into the tub as my mother
rinsed the shampoo out
of my coarse hair.

the door flung open
it was my dad
and with him
was a burst of energy
that bolted through the door
as quick as hot bacon grease
out of the frying pan.

we inherited a dog.

a newborn pit bull that
jumped into the bathtub
with me and licked the
bath water off of my
pruned fingers and
soft porous face.

simple happiness and joy
fulfilled my childlike soul
like a maniac running
wild in the streets.

but no matter anyone’s age,
when someone has their head
above water, there’s always
gonna be someone there to
pull your feet back down to
have you drown with them.

too many teeth
were chattering
around the court
of gossip and rumors
about the new addition
to our family

and they had a petition made up
to disband the pit bull from the
neighborhood for the safety of
their precious children.

however,
the gangs were
vandalizing houses
and terrorizing
our streets with violence
but that held no concerned
as they kept their focus
on the dog, dawdling
in fear of the unknown
instead of acting on and
implementing what was known.

the petition was signed and approved,
even though the dog
had never attacked
anyone before

and for a boy
who didn’t fully understand
the cruelty of the world just yet,
the senses and feelings intensified
and hit like a Chicago winter hard wind,
stinging against the reddened face
as my eyes welled up with tears after
they discarded my new found love
from behind my sleeping back.

everything went to ****
after that, my parents split
the children were no longer
allowed to play with me
the gangs continued
the crime increased
and the neighbors
silly busywork had
made no difference
because they trundled
away the court
shortly afterwards,
taking their terrible lives and
making life terrible for others
under different skies
with different people.

Lucy,
you were taken away,
destroyed and disposed of
before you even had a chance
to mend this little boy’s
broken heart
on the poor side of town
in the courts of Elgin
back in ’87.
Dog
A heart carved into the bark of a tree,
A bark from my dog by the side of my knee,
The light had faded,
So too had the hope
Of the boy in the boughs
At the end of his rope.
Panda 2d
I know the process
Doesn’t make it easier
It starts off with shock
Then leads to red anger
I’ll bargain for peace
Till I sink to depression
And hopefully by the end
I’ll have found some acceptance
I know the process
Doesn’t make it easier
I still feel the sharp pain
Since life's been taken from her
Maya Minion died 1/17/2019 at 3 years old. It hurts, she was still a baby.
Shlomo 2d
And...it's here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.

Black in it's entirety. A new beginning and a new me.

Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.

Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?

Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.

**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!

Goodness me. How did we get to this?

Horrible, dehumanising, and it's here to stay.

"It suppresses". But really only in the mildest of ways.

Just to remind you of the control you once had.

Killed! And now ceded in it's entirety to a tad bit of a fad.

Let me just turn back the hands of time! 

My fate I leave with you alone. 

Nothing seems to relieve this pressure and irreparable pain. 

Oh God! Could I be spared such a destiny?

Prayers.

Queuing from my heart to yours. 

Respectfully admonishing your power and grace. 

Simply, do I ask for that childlike sense of serenity.

To take me to a place of restoration and hope. 

Unlock my mind. Repair my soul. For vaults of this kind are too strong.
Audio Narration @ https://anchor.fm/shlomotion/episodes/A---U-e30cvh
not a day goes by
shenanigans don't see her
in some kind of trouble
honestly don't know what to do with my pup at times. She's a quick learner, but she's just sooooooooo hyper!

always into something
Shlomo 5d
And…it’s here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.

Black in it’s entirety. A new beginning and a new ending.

Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.

Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?

Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.

**** this! Atrocious. Drugs?!

Goodness me. How did we get to this?

Horrible, dehumanising, and it’s here to stay.

“Suppresses”. But really only in the mildest of ways.

As if to constantly remind you of the control you once had.

Now ceded in it’s entirety to a tad bit of fad.
https://anchor.fm/shlomotion/episodes/A-G-e2vrkn
she rests beside me
but through the day, you'll see her
engaged in ****'ry
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