"abandonded" poems
birches and tastsy jerky wood. resin in the immediate shubbary.... and dust and cobwwebs growing adjacent to the jerky wood. Myraid of birds, ranging from small birch-types to crows. A lingering dominant hawk. A giant possum crossing between borders carrying unborn infants. Dusty walls with abandonded spiderwebs- insect carcassases dangling, still. Pool motors revving in every direction lets of a subtle hum that compliments the planes descending and ascending oer-head
the water is grainy yet cool and healing. the sprinklers function at midnight and sometimes on the weekend. Maintinance trucks, expensive commuter vehicals, modest vehicls, unmanned vehicles, arrowhead trucks, macdonalds trucks, safeway trucks....
the earth is still wheaty and chalky adjacent the jerky trees, the jerky trees have little hairs and appetizing off red color, the bark saddles off with grace and with a satisfying tare.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
You're done roaming and playing around
Living on your own now no friends for comfort
Retreating inward in your new studio apartment
Where your friends have abandonded you for good
"good ridence!" they say as they turn thier backs on you and leave
Must feel comforting knowing you're no longer living out of a suitcase
Safe and sound with your face on the ground
You're finally sober
Bouncing from friend to friend until you could stand on your own
You learned from the best, the ones who abused you
Now you stand alone because you abused the ones who were the best to you
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 9:14 AM UTC
the hair
the hair
it moved back and forth
it covered
and revealed
enhanced and concealed
what was fake
and what was real
abandonded
and controlled
up
down
shorn
crowned
it shimmered
with every
beam
of light
caught every ray
and captured every
imagination
causing a movement
from deep within
that could not be stopped
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
You stepped in, you stepped out
but I didn't think it would end
not, this way
not in a way, that makes us enemies
makes me good and you evil
tears me apart
but leaves you
unscathed
But you weren't ready,
for a love like mine
your hollow bones couldn't bare the weight
of my heavy hardened heart
so you fled
and left me abandonded
Alone again,
I'm left trying to turn back the clock
on a love that was forgotten
while I wade patiently,
in a mess I made all on my own
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
A child of abuse
Since she was three years old
She's lost in the darkness
Silent and cold
Aware of her surroundings
Unable to speak
A child full of life
Now, humble and meek
Abandonded at birth
Given to a stranger
No one to protect her
From the imminent danger
Her tears never heard
In silence she wept
Never telling anyone
Of the secrets she's kept
Her dreams now forgotten
At the tender age of ten
Afraid of the dark
Her nightmares begin
Where is the hero
To rescue this child?
Lost and broken
Her innocence defiled
In a small glass container
She catches her tears
Proof of her torment
Her silent years
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
I fell asleep
Woke up to tears.
Abandonded our plans
Champagne and beers.
Im sorry I messed up
Im sorry If I had you recanting
All those worries and fears.
50 hours a week, baby
26 OZ's a day
Im not sadistic
Im just a **** up maybe
But I want you to stay;
To be my lady
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died
There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.
It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.
-cjm-
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
a sign outside reads stay fresh, and
it's like "got milk" so I'm forced to take this seriously
It's painted over a brick wall, tan, gray, mostly tan
and adjacent to tthe wall are a prius, a nexus, a bmw and on the far side typical cream van, not white.
there is a bookeeping and taxation building that is now in ruins, remains from a few decades past, probably owned by the state with no useful occupation, yet.
hobos swear at each other in the street, over bananas and marbarlos and gatorades
Far adjacent, another abandonded building. Could've been a school
Stay fresh, thank god I have my milk
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC