"menancing" poems
I hate death
The slow menancing presence
Always there
Biding its time
Counting down the time for us all
Not letting us in on the big secret
Not even a hint
Just culling us when he deems our time has come
My beautiful Nan
She's given up
She's not fighting anymore
She's ready to be taken
She's awaiting her flight leaving
She's lost her lust for life
She doesn't see all that's beautiful
Just darkness and misery within her mind
Her time is coming
She's wishing it here
She would probably be excited if she could muster the strength
Like children wish for Christmas
We all know he's coming
Like an unwanted family member
Never invited but has to come
He will arrive when we least expect him
Sneak in and take her from under our noses
She will walk hand in hand with this well known stranger
Enter the house I call home
Like a thief and take my most precious possession
The ticking of the clock counting down her time
Counting down our time with her
Removing the batteries changes nothing
Every minute, a minute less
Wiping tears away, calling out 'Cup of Tea, Nan?'
Hoping she will answer
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
I fixed my hair
and the reflection
of my own brooding face,
stares right back at me.
The void in the windowless pit of my eyes
is feeling a little happy today
a shadow of light peeks through
and my face lights up.
The mark of him
reeks upon my body
The faint of his words
caused the corner of my lips to turn up.
My demon creeps up
from the corners of the mirror
And with its menancing smile,
my breath hitches
It closes its eyes,
And inhales the scent of my fear.
I am nothing but a pawn
as its voice reaches my eardrums, whispering the thoughts I can only bear to keep.
It taunts me,
Daring me to take a peek,
Daring me to take a look
And the rest of my body is in plain sight
The angry marks of stretched skin
is evident in parts of my body.
My skin filled with fat sags
as if it was sad from all the years
it has kept holding up all the weight
My body is screaming right at me.
It said it was sorry to have me.
It said it was sorry to give up before me.
It said it was sorry for the way it looked.
And I cried.
I was sorry too.
I was sorry to be the way I looked.
I was sorry to be me.
I was sorry for existing.
When the faucet in my eyes closed off,
my voice could no longer speak, and
my skin turned red from all the sentiments I have cried off, I smiled.
Not because I am happy,
not because I have finally
finally accepted being me
but because it is the only remedy I have.
The only preventional medication
I could take
for me to survive the day
for me to survive the torment
of being in this skin
of one more day
I hated my skin, you know
and my skin hated me.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
[so i'm serving this one straight up]
you tighten my chest with anxiety
wrinkle my brow in distress
and i don't understand your alien ways
i'm afraid to make
any sudden movements
- then again -
i'm also afraid to make no movements at all
should i freeze in place?
or maybe put down my gun
and slowly retreat?
i've been watching you build
that wall over there
and i'm pretty impressed
there is no way for me to
get to you without
looking like a complete fool
what would I do?
ready my stance
shoulder high and
throw myself at your wall?
your wall would hold firm and
i would just end up with a busted up face
climb it?
to what would i grasp on to?
jump or fly?
pretending the wall isn't there
will not help
you have to want to let me through
just make a tiny crack
and we can whisper to each other
i am no goddess of the stars
i am just me
standing outside your wall with
a look of consternation
a feeling of confusion
in need of an interpreter
i don't have a map
i've never been here before and
i don't know the laws
i continue to wait
seeking a light
listening for a whisper
but if you abandon me
i might get eaten by the wolves that
have been circling
yellow eyes menancing
low growls and teeth foretell
a fate undeserving.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
I'm up your mind flocking, like a bird
Menancing, dropping disses like a **** when you look up boy you better be concerned
Compared to your rhymes, it would be the flyest **** you ever heard
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 6:53 AM UTC