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Jamie Lee Oct 2018
Jealousy
Is hell
Because I do not enjoy
Myself,
And well
I enjoy all of you-
You
With your smooth moves
Perky and peachy attitudes
Teach me
To be as sweet
As you-

Beautiful
Can be cruel
Not like it is on tv,
Or beside me
Everyone shining,
Smiling,
While my smile feels
Like hiding
Under this wax mask
A painted canvus
Of pale and black
Don't look at me
I'm a heartattack
A bad act-
Broken glass
Of a painted doll

I am a leo lioness
Right?
Righteous-
Your hieness
Sparkles on my eyelids
But you see
I have enough pride
To hide it-
Its priceless,
Really hillarious
Sometimes I feel
Like a bad *****
But I'm none of this
I am the pray,
The gazelle in the grass
But I am also the lion
Waiting to attack myself

Because you see,

Jealousy
Is hell,
I am the lion
I am the gazelle
I am heaven and hell
In a vessle of myself
See what you will,
Your critiques are nothing
My only enemy is me
My only savior is me
I am a lion
But I am also
A sheep

Don't look at me

Sometimes I cry in the mirror
Blink my mascara tears,
Blurry mess-
Can't fit in my old dresses
Tearing apart at the seams,
Literally
Filthy
Famish
Crawled out of my skin
And made some bad habits
Declining wealth
Declining health
Laughing as the scales tip-
After all I am a person,
Not permanent
Why should I care

Oh,
But I do

I do when I look at you
You with your talented hands
With your spider lashes
And good moods
Teach me to feel
As good
As you
My lipstick smears and screams
As the paintings on my face mock me
So will my body,
My body thats bruised
And missused
Perfume to cover the *****
They'll see my cherry lips move
But they won't hear me talking
Its perfect,
The mask of confidence
My incompetence
Is a perfect fit

No, really

Its lovely
When I wear it,
People love me!
Because people think
I love myself
No
Jealousy
Is hell,
Beacuse I do not
Love myself
I love everybody else,
Even the ones who
Say I am full of it,
Selfish leo,
Selfish lion
Exaggerated ego-
Winking eyelids
Sparkle,
Wings to my forehead-
I flaunt
What I don't want,
Because you want me to
You want me
To love me
Like you do

All of you

I remember the words
From my mother,
Jealousy
Is not a pretty color-
Its crimson red,
Exposed
Like blood,
I've had to sew it up
No-
Don't look here
Not at my guts,
Look at my eyelids
Are these not enough?!?!
These cherry lips
Tell you to sush
Less of a lioness,
More of a cub
I know
I am my own predator
My own pray

I am

All of the above
Donall Dempsey May 2017
PER NOCTEM IN NIHILO VEHI
( TO VANISH BY NIGHT INTO NOTHING )

my death approached me
but: went on by without
recognising it was I...

i hid in the filthy alley
of a passing hour
Death now furiously searching for me

no...Here: here
no...There: there - either
this tiny piece of time

the once and once
only

but Mr. Death had missed the moment
had to return empty handed
I finding myself madly in love with

the next second. . .

**

Mr. Death elects to speak in Latin...thinks it gives him a certain je ne sais quoi...

It's always great to cheat Mr. Death and his henchman Mr. Heartattack. I swore to myself that I would love the next second with all my heart!
Her hands were so sticky and started to swell
Ugly, red, burgeoning paddles
convulsion nervously at her sides and then at her mouth as she held back a whimper
(The neighbors were still fighting
so no one would have heard anyway.)
Anyway
Her eyes bulged
as heart heart felt heavy, then light again, then heavy
When her eyes began to swim, she tried
she did
she tried to get to a telephone
but instead she collapsed
like an egg from the carton
and laid there
until the neighbors stopped fighting.
Jewel M C Mar 2015
You were the first boy to tell me you loved me, over a text. Less than two months later I broke up with you, over a text. But you were sweet, I promise. A week after you told me you loved me you finally kissed me, & it was almost on the top of the ferris wheel but saved by the bell, your phone rang (vibrated) & then you almost got away with just kissing me on the cheek that night. But then you ran after me when I was going to head home & kissed me for the first time in the woods & I'll never forget how weird it feels to have someone's lips pressed against yours for the very first time.

2. It was a month after you asked me to be your girlfriend that we met. & the day we finally did I kissed you & you almost fainted because it was your first. You didn't say much & you wouldn't take your eyes off me, it was nice to be admired like you admired me, but I had to leave, I hope you understood why & that you're happier with her now.

3. On Valentine's Day I gave you your first kiss & probably a heartattack along with it, the way you looked at me then I'll never forget, but it was like kissing my brother.

4. After school one day I couldn't take it anymore & I just kissed you. You jumped back & had yourself a heartattack, something I commonly gave I guess. It was after you that I learned to be more careful, because your words cut like a knife, even after we stayed good friends back then.

5. It was so obvious how you staged that night, with the oblivion & the sunset & the music, but I'll admit, it was a very sweet first kiss & it almost makes me completely forget how terrible it was. But we kissed for almost a year after that until you gave me the last one, & I count that night as the last, not that stupid summer after where you dropped my heart again & used me. I'll never forget how hard it hurt to hear you tell me you loved me for the last time after you told me that I was perfect & kissed me with a pair of lips that sliced mine deep. I spent forever after that picking at my lips trying to remove every painful papercut your last words sealed with a kiss gave me.

6. I remember how drunk I was in love with the idea of us over a year before I got to kiss your lips. But when we kissed I felt nothing but lust, & it felt good then. It was too soon after the pain for me to remember how to kiss again, & you had to teach me, & then you taught me something else.

7. I dreamt about kissing your lips for almost every night of high school. & it was four & a half years later that I got to taste them. We probably could've fallen in love, y'know, but I'm glad we didn't. It was what it was & I'll take the memory with me, but that's all that was meant to happen between us.

8. My favourite number, & by far my favourite kiss. It was a blur the day you kissed my lips, but it was perfect. I guess my eyes were wide open but I can't remember a thing but shaking so bad I almost forgot how to work my lips. You were a brand-brand-new taste & I can only just remember the roller-coaster of thought from that day, freaking out about where it was all going & how to kiss someone new, for real. But I've been kissing you for over a year now, & my God, baby, I can't help but admit I'd sure love to kiss those lips for the rest of my life
Jason Cale Feb 2012
painted frowns on the sunday town
peddling backwards on the underground
sinking slander
thunder-strikes that planned her
slap up shower towel
bloom-faced scowl
kissing kissing kissing i turn my eyes down

beautiful sunlight
road sign canvas
hunger and caffeine fix
walking towards to busier stores
oxford street in the middle of october
remembering my birthday wasn't just for me

relaxing on the submarine
escalator down blue and brown
blue change to black
southern bound
dishwasher sandwich
tea cup bandage
the simple and effective afternoon

bound by thought posts
wandering from my host
tormenting and enlightening
silence and the noise she keeps
playground heartattack
softly spoken words are back
forget to smile on sunday
higher in the afternoon
monday brings a chorus swoon

bluejay on the roof above
sinking in slumber of my forgotten ...
what you did is yesterday
let go of that and this moment underway
forgive forgive forgive and sigh
smile upstairs and wave yourself bye

all i want is to see is myself through my mothers eyes
Written 24th October 2010
JJ Hutton Feb 2011
A bat of the eyes, a flick of the wrist,
a ruffle of sleeve, a daydream,
a heartattack kiss and
I'm gone, no time to grieve--
all the leaves of prose and bad poetry,
perhaps you'll remember me-
during those halcyon afternoons,
when the coffee brews,
distant church bells ring out
a panhandler's tune no one can sing to,
but we used to dance it through
in damp clothes and into dark rooms--
a life lost in desperate minutes,
forbidden fruits and daggers of knowledge
were all we could taste, feel in the midst
of the misery in simply existing,
and woman you're free to rise above me,
stare from the balcony,
while I reenact a lifetime of sin
on a half-lit stage, far from the lilac's bloom,
never will I dress as a groom,
nor will I sleep under the same moon,
that was miles ago, summers away from here,
a mythical love taken to sea,
oh, it's easy to miss what never could be.
© 2011 by J.J. Hutton- From Anna and the Symphony
Why do i feel deceitful
Not to someone another
But to myself.
The one i should be most true.

**** the faults of my past
I knew they wouldnt last
But this pain that is untrustworthy
Sits on my shoulder and screams
Can you really be hope for this new
Breath that has been shown to the population
Or are you just a dreamer
One who has ego in a corner ready to knock your eye black
Because humility you lack
Worse off than on the road
having yourself a heartattack
These faults stack
Brick by brick and you think they wont stick
But they are held together by irony
Looking to contain you too
Within its walls
Trap you with six sides
Roll you so you could die
And be judged by fate, chance,
And the memories of your success
Falling flat.
Powerless im failing myself
Cant get out of the chair to create inspiration
Its only hesitation,
but its left me in contemplation
Which leaves me with bones that groan
Aching to be shown the world
And to look into the eyes of each boy and girl
Meet each person that i can
Hold up banners and chant out songs
Live life, be strong
But im lost in my own deceit
So only my demons show up when i speak
Spitting out lies
Why am i so meek
i cant shut up,
All i want to do is not speak
But i defend by talking
Act with my walking
And lie
When i find my truth
Which i have felt
Then i know this alternate persona
Of myself, will finally sleep
And ill release it with a breath
a huge sigh of relief
Donall Dempsey Apr 2017
WALKING WITH GOD

God had gone
for a walk.

"Let the Universe..." He thought
"...take care of itself!"

He just wanted to walk.
Walk...like any human wood.

And here was a world
He could be proud of.

It did Him good
to see it as a human could.

Grass covered
his naked toes.

The morning
bleating with lambs.

Blue sky as if
He were in a living painting.

Sunshine - golden.
Tangible...touchable.

All it was missing was
a cuckoo.

So, He adde it
as an afterthought.

Because...
He - could.

And God saw
that it was good.

Met Him halfway
up a hill

walking my little dog
Ivor.

God and his creature
and his creature's creature.

"Howya!" I said.
"Howya!" said God.

"Woof!" said the dog.
"Woof!" mimicked God.

In another half an hour
I was due a heartattack.

The dog licking
my fallen face.

Wouldn't be discovered
for an hour or more.

The dog refusing to leave
the body.

God foresaw
all this of course.

"Ahhhh this is the kind of thing
that really ruins my day!

God moaned.

"And for which
I always get the blame!

God groaned.

"Go back now!"
the voice of God

echoed inside my head.

"Kiss your wife...
look into her eyes!"

And, so -
- I did.

Lived another 20 years
My wife died the following year.

I got knocked down by a car
in the end.

"So this is Heaven?"
I conjectured.

"Howya!" a voice I thought
I recognised.

"Howya!"
I said.
Muskan Purohit Dec 2019
She always refused to try those DIY face masks and home remedies ,
and never took care of herself before .
But today ,
she put on a face mask ,
turned on the music a lil louder than usual ,
and tied a sleek ponytail !
You  know why ?
In order to distract herself ,
in order to escape !
No ! it's not her heartbreak ,
it's just because of a heartattack in her kidney !
Yes ! Because she found out that ,
her results of board exams were gonna come out the next day .
okay yes I tried to be sarcastic but I feel like I failed haha.What do you think ?
Maniacal Escape Feb 2021
Welcome to global thunder.
Have a stormy nighty.
I hope that your child dies of heartattack.

Did you sleep soundly?
With your child's corpse?

Can you hear the incinerator?
Killing all the the nightmares.
It's beautiful. Simple. Flame and forgetting.

Where is your child now?
'ah! Let me get you a new one, that isn't afraid of gunfire.'
PER NOCTEM IN NIHILO VEHI
( TO VANISH BY NIGHT INTO NOTHING )

my death approached me
but: went on by without
recognising it was I...

i hid in the filthy alley
of a passing hour
Death now furiously searching for me

no...Here: here
no...There: there - either
this tiny piece of time

the once and once
only

but Mr. Death had missed the moment
had to return empty handed
I finding myself madly in love with

the next second. . .

**

Mr. Death elects to speak in Latin...thinks it gives him a certain je ne sais quoi...

It's always great to cheat Mr. Death and his henchman Mr. Heartattack. I swore to myself that I would love the next second with all my heart!

In addition to its inclusion among the many translations of Catullus' collected poems, Catullus 101 is featured in Nox (2010), a book by Canadian poet and classicist Anne Carson that comes in an accordion format within a box. Nox concerns the death of Carson's own brother, to which the poem of Catullus offers a parallel. Carson provides the Latin text of 101, word-by-word annotations, and "a close and almost awkward translation".

Multās per gentēs et multa per aequora vectus
adveniō hās miserās, frāter, ad īnferiās,
ut tē postrēmō dōnārem mūnere mortis
et mūtam nēquīquam alloquerer cinerem
quandoquidem fortūna mihī tētē abstulit ipsum
heu miser indignē frāter adēmpte mihī
nunc tamen intereā haec, prīscō quae mōre parentum
trādita sunt trīstī mūnere ad īnferiās,
accipe frāternō multum mānantia flētū.
Atque in perpetuum, frāter, avē atque valē.

Having been carried through many nations and over many seas,
I arrive, brother, at these wretched funeral rites
so that I might present you with the last tribute of death
and speak in vain to silent ash,
since Fortune has taken you, yourself, away from me.1
Alas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me,
now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors
are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites,
receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping.
And forever, brother, hail and farewell.

Catullus 101
Donall Dempsey Apr 2020
WALKING WITH GOD

God had gone
for a walk.

"Let the Universe..." He thought
"...take care of itself!"

He just wanted to walk.
Walk...like any human would.

And here was a world
He could be proud of.

It did Him good
to see it as a human could.

Grass covered
his naked toes.

The morning
bleating with lambs.

Blue sky as if
He were in a living painting.

Sunshine - golden.
Tangible...touchable.

All it was missing was
a cuckoo.

So, He added it
as an afterthought.

Because...
He - could.

And God saw
that it was good.

Met Him halfway
up a hill

walking my little dog
Ivor.

God and his creature
and his creature's creature.

"Howya!" I said.
"Howya!" said God.

"Woof!" said the dog.
"Woof!" mimicked God.

In another half an hour
I was due a heartattack.

The dog licking
my fallen face.

Wouldn't be discovered
for an hour or more.

The dog refusing to leave
the body.

God foresaw
all this of course.

"Ahhhh this is the kind of thing
that really ruins my day!

God moaned.

"And for which
I always get the blame!

God groaned.

"Go back now!"
the voice of God

echoed inside my head.

"Kiss your wife...
look into her eyes!"

And, so -
- I did.

I lived another 20 years after this.
My wife died soon all too soon.

I got knocked down by a car
in the end.

"So this is Heaven?"
I conjectured.

"Howya!" a voice I thought
I recognised.

"Howya!"
I said.
NO DIRECTIONS
(in memory of my mother Ita)

South of Sorrow
North North West
of Pain

I search for you &...
...lose you
yet again

I calculate
your absence
by the stars

& you are near
though
you are far

I wander through
this Wilderness of Loss
...is this what loving you has cost?

East of Loneliness
West of Grief
...If only for one brief...

... your voice echoes inside my head
... I see you smile & laugh
... pretend that you're not dead

*

I wrote this for my mother but my younger brother Brain asked me to read it at his funeral. I laughed and said I would be long dead before him. But his heartattack at a young age proved otherwise. I read it from the pulpit looking down at his photo on his coffin and couldn't believe I was in this terrible position. To my horror the congregation applauded as if it was a gig!

— The End —