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Hello friends
Hello neighbors!

I’m here to tell you about an amazing new product
That comes in a variety of flavors.
For a limited time only, it’s totally free!
So if you want to try some I’ll wave all your fees.

It works for your kids
It works on your spouse
If used correctly
It might even clean your house!

Your troubles are over
Your marriage restored
It’s true my friends!
But you can’t find it in stores.

It improves bad grades
And cleans out gutters
It makes you stronger
And makes you stand out to others!

You’ll be smarter and faster
If you just give it a try
It’s true indeed my friends
Now let me tell you why

This fool proof phenomenon
That’s sweeping the nation
Is made of two parts hard work
And two parts determination!
You picked me off of the damped earth,

dusted leaves and years of dust away,

sealed my cracks with kisses and tape of woven eyelashes.



I was afraid,

but I wanted to love you too.

So I said I would love you,

no, i promised.


That I would love you if you promised me this --

that you would never, ever leave.




your fingers were crossed.
 Sep 2012 Tricia Trout
Annabel
We.
 Sep 2012 Tricia Trout
Annabel
We.
We are, we are.
But I'm not, and I never will be.
But you are and he is
and so is she.
I used to dance.
But when you came here
The music stopped.
I no longer dance
To hold my reflection still
and perfect in your eyes.
When you came here
We would sleep all day,
Exhausted from gazing
at each other amazed.
And it was quiet
As a vacuum.
I only feel rhythm in you.
My heart dances to
the shy pulse in your neck,
But the music has stopped.
I just don't hear it.
I only hear you.
Your words tickle my ears,
Your voice melts honey in my soul,
and in this moment,
To hold my smile in bliss
and carelessness,
I want to dance with you.
I would move slowly to the silence
But you begin to hum.
When you started humming dear,
I'd hoped that the music was gone forever.
I would sway to your sound forever,
for all other sound has
Lost its fervor,
And for music,
My passion is gone.
I do not miss it. I shall not long for it.
All the breath in me is gone to sighs,
My energy, turned to heat.
The music is gone
but I will not long again.
As long as
you are here.
The reflection from your smile bursts past my eyes & burns spots into my conscious.
The kindness of your words empty doubts planted from years of self-lament.
The lovely spirit of your touch engulfs my senses and leaves me restless.
Then I picked you a flower, and it withered in your calloused hand.
You encourage progress, but through strict and taut reprimand.
You're so close, I cannot breath.
Suffocated by your presence.
Thoughts that could not deceive.
Decaying along with my dependance.
Obviously shaking from lack of reality.
Unwillingly anticipating your unruly authority.
Exploded, but there's still some attachment.
Don't you think so?

-grace12.3.2011
I scratched your name into my desk;
A crude effigy to my love,
And adoration of your entire being.
 Sep 2012 Tricia Trout
Katsu
If one image could change your mind,
why do you only see in darkness?

If one note could make you smile,
why do you only listen in chaos?

If one thought could make you feel,
why do you only fear?

If one action could change the world,
act
Why do I take that first sip?
Because after that, well it's all over,
it's just a blur of colors,
and empty laughs,
and bad dance moves.

So why do I even start?
I go in knowing exactly what to expect,
I know,
I'm not that **** naive.

And it all seems fun,
on this superficial,
drunken,
level.
Until, I have to ***.
And I don't want to go all alone,
by myself.

At this point, all modesty is out the window anyway,
so if someone comes along,
I don't have to face the reality of what I've done,
what I've become.
But if not,
then it comes down,
hard,
it hits me in the face and
I just feel stunned.

I just want to be done peeing!
But we all know that drunken bathroom runs
take the longest...
And it all comes at once,
the guilt, shame, resentment, anger, sadness, a want to stop and change, but even after all of this,
When I get an invitation,
I just can't say,
No.
Snow falls against
The cracked wall
The baby’s cries
Seeping out
As the wind slips in.

The child is just looking
For a source of warmth.

The one that has slowly dissipated
As the heat turns to ice.
As the soul was sold
To the all consuming bundle—
Will bring only death knocking.
Twice.
Copyrighted by Kasey Lorenzini 2010.
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