We bought a broken dog and took him to our broken home to live with this broken family. We tried to fix him with broken training. I was too broken to get it right. The more I yelled the more broke he got. I had a drunken insight one evening walking him in a full moon. He reminded me of me in my childhood. I saw things through his broken eyes and held him close. I promised I'd fix us. I adopted myself from a dog shelter.
nostalgia as soft sun filters through palm leaves and the clouds purple, the skies painted pastel pinks surfboards stand seven feet tall the salt water glowing, sparkling a dark watercolor blue hue i am reminded of the spring and summertime of happier days as I drive by the sea that glints waves to me
Inspiring Needle, pierce his fresh Leather, Inscribing Earth's Totem into his Birth Mum was Happy; What else could be better For such Achievement as well as your Worth So what if you Ascend?! Can you improvise Those Loyal Customers who bought your Face? Good Lord! Just on the lower-arm-set's Tripe, Crypted to prevent another Disgrace Envy? Me? Please! Not on my Word's Best Site Will I even Dare to take such Sour Note As I once reminded myself in-spite For every Storm there is a Shred of Hope. Three Figures picturesqued on certain Price That Midnomer then showed his Biggest Size.
Braids in her hair with the beads So I can always hear her walk away from me Shorty is a dog like me No telling when I’ll ever sweep her off her feet
She said, “say less” I was silent I Guess I had to be reminded She fell off when my doubts hit Cause I ain’t never really loved a woman Until I met you If I have to confess to you You’re the only one who got me feelings the feels Ain’t no other woman No man I’ve been with Now I’m asking you to patiently
Hear me cry Girl, it’s almost over gotta get this out of my system Say goodnight, girl not so long till youre by my side girl , oh girl
I got this feeling for you You so unique and you cool My baby Neek, I’m her fool She so dramatic, I’m coolin on the way To her crib, two more lights and bang a left Like I be banging on the door Like I be banging on that *** You so **** precious when you smile And your nose ring catch the light From the hallway got the door cracked You the light of my **** life
Girl, cryyyy it’s almost over gotta get this out of my system Say goodnight, girl not so long till youre by my side girl , oh girl
I hit the blunt not to think about you I wasn’t playing when I said he changed you ***** drop to my knees barstool And back that *** up let you see it full moon
Gimme some ******* warnin’ You gon’ have me jump out of my skin Fingers up and down my spine when You unlatching the clasp of my necklace
Girl, cryyyy Cause it’s been so long since you were by my side say good niiggghhtttt but truth be told it’s a lie
I’m lying ***** in this bed Thinking of how you look undressed like when them lashes off no ******* on I taste your name in every breath
It was effortlessly beautiful that night, shining the brightest amongst all. I've never seen it glowing radiantly, such exquisite sight is rarely seen. I ponder upon the beauty, unlike any other day where it was just a crescent and sometimes faded.
It reminded me of someone, someone whom I've lost while i was busy searching for the star.
She was never sure it was what she wanted, arguing with a man who wanted her to carry a piece of them both. But sure enough a small bump formed, and from the first heartbeat she fell in love.
Everything from then on was tiny socks in tiny shoes, fluffy cribs in shades of pink and blue. Excitement and worry and fierce protection, arms curling on top of her belly in intense affection.
But when the time came, something went horribly wrong, when there was no screeching and crying to break the calm. A child, still, unusually peaceful and serene, she held the tiny shell where her baby should have been.
Everything in her life reminded her of her pain, and nothing inside her could ever be the same. Not even he could understand, how she was stranded in her ****** wasteland.
Clothes and toys quickly packed in a box, her body still creating milk for a being that would never grow. she'd have to find a way to move on, living with the constant ache, of the loss of a person she would never know.
like red lion parts crotch rocket nut cup anything done behind a dumpster in the dark yes, always because you never liked how light peeked through my thin hair or how I squinted my eyes when I kissed you “Just close them all the way *******!!” of course, I obliged anything to keep you away from your mother anything to keep you out of the garage the sulfur smell the demons in your drinking marble but god, the vibration the car peeling out on the driveway and “Here take this.” all of me reminded you of her all of me “Rest, darling. Rest.” and every time the night ended with unclothed gin bedspreads like forts and painted walls “Go **** youself.” and all was lost my body my grief 10 pounds lighter sweat soaked through the carpet
she liked the color yellow because it calmed her its brightness soothed her soul and the sight of a yellow flower always brought her joy it illuminated her dark days and stormy weather it always seemed to try so hard to be happy A quality she could relate to
but one day, she met a boy who liked orange a color she always said she hated its hue too close to yellow but too different to be enjoyed she never wore the color orange felt as if it drew attention to her when she was content enough to be invisible in the corner of the room
her favorite color was yellow and his was orange but she never liked that color with its harshness and severity it reminded her of traffic cones and reflector vests of emergencies and warning signs
But one day, she realized he reminded her of the color yellow he soothed her soul illuminated her dark days and calmed her storms he never seemed to try too hard but always managed to make her smile
she realized yellow and orange weren't that different after all and when the two hues came together her, perpetually the color yellow him, forever orange she felt like the only girl in the room
the colors yellow and orange started to bleed together and orange came to remind her of fallen leaves and clear sunsets of butterflies and sprinkled zest
and in time as she grew to love him the color orange started to become just as beautiful as yellow
kindness eats least of all we defeat our enemies cheaply steep the leaves in hot water gently keep enemies close to you and weapons even closer our friends are sunbeams jump in the water your sun-burned back is peeling out loud you reminded me not to bend down too quickly he hounds me with his questions lessons on arithmetic I’m so sick of it histrionics and sonic lectures his tricks are onto it moronic manic accidents red lions with long necks deflect authority and wager on credit the outcomes are certain all will fade away indefinitely understand this and measure your life by breaths and not complexity densities are hiding in visionary lightning finding new capacities every moment i am swift limitless beauty refulgent emulsion immersed in water and poetry under highest authority or higher security under heightened scrutiny all is being watched as judges redefine your beauty if you are truly interested in finding happiness you must understand that all magic is abraxas satisfaction attacks this as we collapse upon ecstatic languages
The vestigial four o'clock light nudges me awake and my eyes obey. For a moment, I have no recollection of where it is that I lie, until I hear the rasp in your voice make the gentlest rumble. A chill runs down my spine as I am reminded of the night prior. I turn over to blanket myself in your warmth, and it seems as though I have just woken up to a dream.
"The lucid and endless wrinkles" Draw in, lapse and withdraw. Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles Wash on the floor of the beach."
Having observed often. the exact phenomenon you reference in the words above, the undulating action upon a sand white beach, patient waiting the greetings of the all-day wavelets, which reminded you which reminded me of the lucid and endless wrinkles sea worn upon our faces, it is my happy duty incumbent to inform your spirit, that we have yet in this the 21st century, to invent, a machine that does it better than you man, hu-man, connecting our aged faces to the timeless stroking of the Earth by the water that sustains life.
hey how are you? i want to say that i'm sorry. i know that me telling you that i'm sorry wouldn't change anything. but i haven't heard from you since the last time we talked, which was 2 months ago. there were a lot of things that reminded me of you. i wanted to tell you right away, but i knew i would just bother you. i miss you. i'm sorry. please call me back.
alone . strong, wise, driven, loyal. He has lived and loved, and chosen to be alone until something better comes along. something better than physical love.
He found what he was looking for. Her soul was vibrant and beautiful; a goddess muse. She kissed him and knew it not; her ***** words and firm young flesh of substance splashed bravely across the page excited him... his wealth of wisdom and experience mocked him for falling in love with a soul ...
the old man had a need to feed, she was a hungry young goddess needing to be fed. Where is her champion? Who cares for this young sprite? He reminded himself again that it was only her soul, but still, he touched himself... saying her name to make it a little more real, "Chloe," he whispered. Then he listened ... just in case.
i envy the cars that end up driving south. the streetlights are tempting, and blurred buildings tell me “there’s other ways out”. a handful of exit plans, and empty destinations, that i am reminded once again in this world it is truly every man for themselves. because if it were different silence wouldn’t be my only company, as i drive absentmindedly hating every exit sign i see.
maybe the thought of having nowhere to go is more humble than the thought of having no one to give you a place to be.
January was a girl Who couldn't decide between two men Her head was in a swirl When she started to compare
She was a Daddy's girl Caught up in a dream world With high school it-girls to impress Donned up in her vintage dress
More than once she didn't know Where she belonged, where she should go A handsome young man she disliked and rejected Without her Daddy she felt so unprotected
A fateful day took him from her He boarded the plane and died in the air January was devastated Her teenage life was confiscated
She married a man who treated her badly Just because he reminded her of her Daddy Youth wasn't for her, she was too mature And to marry a young boy she couldn't endure
Sadly our girl took the wrong way out When she didn't make it to the house A lover's alliance would have saved her life She decided to keep an unprofitable strife
Nobody was good enough for her Her idolatry too hard to please And in all her devotion she couldn't see That January was over
This is the first poem of my Part III. Inspired by the book "Once is not enough" by Jaqueline Susann. I never want to end up like January. I once identified myself with her but that was a mistake. But maybe the beginning of my own curse. Time to close the circle.