"romy" poems
Elise
and
Romeo
got on the bus.
Elise carried a cake
with a thousand red
ribbons
dripping like
loose ***** lips,
or so they appeared to Romeo.
Romeo came on with
a hard-on
on his face,
or so it appeared to Elise.
"I don't want
any other man
over at my
house,
I don't care if he's your cousin,
you hear me?"
Elise let out a silver snarl.
"I'm not playing with you
woman."
Elise's whispers
wavered between razor-thin roses
and soft spikes.
"I love you
Romy,
but you're on some
other,
I ain't seen a man
in a while,"
The roses that break the skin,
the spikes
that blunt the pain.
"Oh that's how it is?"
"It has to be."
Elise
carried the cake off.
Romeo
got stuck with the cart
full of groceries,
and three wheels missing,
just dragging
the thing.
Elise strutted like fat *******
strut.
Romeo called after her
about other men,
other men,
other men
that had been in his house
without him knowing,
he hated and loved her,
dragging all the sustenance
in the world
behind him.
Elise loved him too,
loved him
even when she was with
other men,
and that's the thing
he couldn't figure
out.
Love is a hard thing
to deal with
for anybody.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
My aunt passed away
almost a year ago.
And I was never super close with her
but the things I remember
are important.
My whole family
Aunt Florence
Uncle Rodger
Aunt Debbie
and Romy
came down
and Stayed with Me, Ma, Joci and Grandma
when I was a kid.
I remember she kissed
me
and hugged me
in our living room.
And I felt the love
without words;
it just came out of her body
in waves.
Her small voice
was loud with it.
I am beginning to learn
Yukimi
like a backstory
and
her body
teaches me about love
in a different
but completely nostalgiac
way.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
I made it this far without you
Even the time I had with you
You did not commit to me
Our marriage was but a fling for you
Just another thing for you
simply tossed aside
No rules to be applied
No fuss no fight
would come out of me
I was an easy mark
A walk in the park,
An easy mark for you
.
Just as a Jew wore that star on her coat
I wore my pain like a badge on my sleeve
My scars shined so openly
So easy it would be-
-to ***** out the spark I have owned
Since my father gave life to me.
My life with you was like a Holocaust
A burning of my soul.
It was My strength inside
my inner core of light,
that twinkle in my eyes,
It was that spark you could not ***** out,
You are but a son of an evil thought,
Speaker of all things dark,
You are the fool without a soul
You wear his mark
What, did Satan not love you enough?
I was born with many gifts
from God given to me
A heart bursts with light and love
A forgiving soul that knows know bounds
A mind so innocent
this wisdom keeps me whole-
- this mind does not forget.
It is
-the laughter, the sun, and the smell of Jasmine flowers
the moon, the lust, and fairy dust
-It is
through these things that
God lends his awesome powers!
They keep me full of hope and faith
- full of life and love
when you think you are lost
or out of God’s arm’s reach
look up into the skies
you’ll likely see a dove
with a ring in his beak
He’ll be flying high
with a message of recompense
It is true, we the meek
Yes, we shall inherit the Earth!
Romy
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC