Survive

She always cooked when worried. I watched her standing in the kitchen mashing the potatoes, studying her face.
"I" I paused as I walked over to her "can't believe you let him..."
"Don't start" she said as she turned towards me.
"No! I can't keep watching you with that," I pointed to her face and her arm, "shit happening all the time."
"Look he loves me. That's all that matters"
"No Suzie that's not love"
"Adam treated you no better"
"But," I pointed to myself "I took a stand."
"Who cares?"
I stepped closer "I do"
"Well obviously not if my happiness isn't important to you"
"You can not be happy with Adam" I said as I crossed my arms "Not when he treats you like this, believe me I know."
"You don't know me"
"I know you better than you know yourself"
She turned and looked back at the potatoes.
"and that scares you don't it" I said
"Shut up, you're a child, you don't understand."
"I don't understand? I've been through it too. The girls in the village warned you when you started dating him, but no you just had to date a man who is 20 years your senior. I can't believe you let him touch you."
"Just let it go"
"No, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."
"No!"  She grabbed my arm. "That will only make it worse"
She stared at the ground and I could see the bruises darkening her cheekbone along with the ones wringing her neck and arms. After a few minutes she finally released me.
I looked at her round belly " you know he's why you keep losing your babies"
She turned away again and I could see her shoulders shaking
"How many miscarriages are you going to have to put yourself through before you realize you have to get out of there Suzie"   I came over and laid my hand gently on her shoulder "Suzie?"
"I know," She said in a whisper so soft it took a second to process. "but how?"
The door slammed open and even I jumped.
"Who are you talking to," Adam yelled.
I could see the vein on his forehead pulsing. "Oh shut up Adam"
"Well?" Adam said as he approached Suzie
"N..noone.." Suzie stuttered. "Just making dinner"
I rolled my eyes "God, Suzie, get a backbone."
Adam smirked "Good girl." He kissed her forehead "I'll set the table."
Suzie visibly shook as she turned back to the potatoes. "Thank you"
Adam grabbed a couple plates and a set of silverware before exiting the kitchen.
I scoffed "You're pathetic. You're letting him get to you."
Suzie turned towards me. "Just go away. You aren't even real." she whispered.
"No I'm who you should be, instead of this simpering little bitch you've become."
"Just shush, I'll talk to him okay?"
"Fine."
Suzie went into the dining room with the potatoes, Adam was sitting there drinking his whiskey.
"Get me more will ya?" Adam said
"N...No." Suzie said
"Atta girl" I said as I sat at the empty barstool. "You can do it."
"What you say?" Adam said as he stood up.
"I'm s..sorry, I'll get it right away." Suzie said as she grabbed his glass and went to the kitchen.
I followed her. "Seriously? You suck. I'm even sick of you. Either do something or don't, but  if you let this continue you'll die here, and so will that baby."
Suzie crossed to the cupboard and brushed some of the arsenic that they left out for the rats, into the glass. She turned back and filled the glass. "No I can't"
"Oh come on he deserves worse than death for all he's done to you. You're doing him a favor."
"But I'll be hung, a womans only place is to take care of her husband"
"Which is what you're doing," I came closer. "just taking care of him. You can say it must have been in the glass. No one will ever know."
"But.." Suzie started as the kitchen door opened again.
"God woman! I can't send you to do the smallest of tasks can I?" Adam said as he reached for his drink.
"No don't!" Suzie said as she reached for the glass.
Adam pushed her arm away before slapping her hard enough to make her fall. "You just want me to hit you don't you."
"No...Please don't" Suzie said as she cowered.
Adam kicked her. "Why did you try to take my drink woman."
"I just haven't put ice in it yet," I said as I stood and reached for the handle on the ice box.

Through The Glass

My breath fogged the window forcing me to wipe the glass. The snow switched directions and the deep rich aroma of hazelnut coffee poured through my nostrils causing me to breathe the icy air deeper into my lungs. I could see a young girl smiling as a plate of hot honey-covered croissants came to sit in front of her. I felt my stomach roll in turmoil as I licked my already chapped lips and dug in my pocket thinking maybe I had missed another quarter. The two quarters' shiny faces sat in my gloved hand, mocking me, and I looked at the menu above the counter, hoping maybe it had changed. A tray of white capped gooey cinammon rolls teetered in a waitress's hands and I found myself praying one would fall so I could have just a bite of the flaky confection. The old man who ate in the corner every Wednesday brought a bite of fluffy pancakes covered in a creamy maple syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries to his lips. I leaned against the window, feeling the cold glass press on the tip of my nose. Again my breath blurred the vision and I sighed. I looked once more at the scene before venturing back out into the night, stuffing the two coins back into my pocket and burying my hands in the slight warmth there.

Texas

The storm clouds gathered in happy union as the suns harsh rays were extinguished. My family and I gathered on the front porch in our pajamas and watched as a few fat drops fell to the hot earth sending healing deep into the roots of anything still living. Thunder rolled as the rain increased and lighting left trails of purple tints in the grey skies above, flashing like a hand orchestrating a beautiful symphony in harmonic disscord, as it left the tempo to be set by the pitter patter of the falling rain. The concrete turned from grey to black as water trailed like rivers through the continent of dried up grass. We danced, like the trees did in the wind, all the while smiling in the relief from the forty fifth day of extreme heat, and all the while praying it would last.

            As the rain slowed, we reentered the house, leaving windows slightly cracked. The cats laid at the windows, pushing themselves as far as they could into the cool breeze, perhaps hoping to escape into the rain as we did. The rain stopped and all that was left was the ocassional roll of thunder in the distance as the hot humid air descended upon us like a prison cell, capturing us in its solid bars.

Evacuation

The smoke laid like a thick curtain on the outside of the windows, only illuminated by the orange glow in the distance. A siren rang out on the street.

            "Honey come on we have to evacuate" Mina said.

            "No, Mina, I can't leave everything! We have too many pets,"

            "A piano is not a pet  Mike,"

            "Can we fit it in the car?"

            Mina shook her head

            "No? Then I'm not leaving!"

            "You are acting like a child Mike," She said tapping her foot.

            "We can't just leave. We worked so hard on this house, for us," Mike said as he came over and put his hand to Mina's belly. "For her,"

            "It's just stuff Mike, replaceable stuff," Mina said as she slid her hand on top of his. "We can get it all again,"

            An explosion rang out in the distance causing them both to jump.

            "Please Mike I can't stay here, I will never get to sleep,"

            "Let me grab something," Mike said as he rushed up the stairs he had been meaning to repair.

            "Hurry up Mike the fire is on it's way here," Mina shouted as she grabbed her bag from the downstairs bedroom.

            "Go on and get in the car I will be there in a minute," Mike responded as he rummaged through the nursery drawers, searching for the ring box.

            Mina walked out into the smog, covering her mouth with her arm, coughing all the way. She set the bag down and checked her pockets.

            "Damn," Mina walked back into the house and around the stairs to the kitchen.

            Mike grabbed the engagement ring box, checking for the ring that sat coddled in the pillow inside. He ran down the stairs and out the door as the wind swept up from behind him.

            Mina felt the heat escalate as she looked out the back window, her hands still on the keys, she could see the fire crawling over the back fence. She ran up the stairs, tripping on a loose board, causing the whole stairway to collapse under her weight as she fell. She screamed out.

            Mike heard the scream as he neared the car, seeing the luggage on the asphalt near the tire he ran back inside. The fire was starting in on the back wall of the house as he jumped down to pull her up.

            "No Mike just go!" Mina screamed, pushing against him.

            "I won't leave you."

            "Just like the piano?"

            "Screw the fucking piano" He said as he pushed her out of the stairway before crawling out after her. "Now come on"

            She limped against him as the fire burned the rug they stood on.

            They got out the door and to the lawn, safe.

             Then, Mike saw the blood.

(Sorry It has been so long) To Get To The Other Side

The boy stared out the window, past the clay models and paintbrushes, at the toy store across the street. His mother grabbed his arm.

            "Jacob! You are in the nice ladies way." She said as a woman started adding things near the clay models.

            "But Mommy I wanna go to the toy store!" He exclaimed as he struggled against her grip.

            "No," his mother said firmly as she looked at her school list.

            "Puhlease!" He begged as he grabbed her leg, forcing her to release him.

            "No means no Jacob. If you ask again we won't stop at Jack in the Box on the way home,"

            "But that's not fair," he said as he looked up at her from the floor.

            "Well then you better behave,"

            "You're just angry cause you're old." He said as he folded his arms over his chest and pushed his lower lip out to pout.

            "Hey now young man, no need for insults," She said, letting out a sigh.

            He sat cross-legged on the floor as she went to check out.

            She handed a couple things to the cashier.

            Jacob slid out the big glass door as a man walked in. He rushed to the street.

            "Jacob Anderson you get your butt back here!" His mother screamed.

            He started across the asphalt as a car horn rang out. He felt a slam and then grass. He looked back to see his mother laying on the street, covered in red.

            He walked over to her. "Mommy? Mommy wake up."

            A woman in a store apron came over and picked him up.

            He screamed. "Mommy!"

Tripped

Circles like a merry go round call you over

And over causing you to return to point one

Before starting the circular movement

Again. Like a circle are the waves licking

You across the sand letting you ebb

And flow. Colors swirl around your

Cranium in sweet catastrophic

Symphony. Black butterflies

Cover the inside of the port-a-potty

Door, barring your return to cold comfort.

The breeze freezes your bare butt and you

Bravely pull up your shorts and push past

The butterflies, watching as they fly off into

Circut board colors. The cold is back and you

Sit on the wet covered table releshing the

Chill on your short clad legs. Fog and vomit

Comes out of your mouth like ash from a

Volcano. Numbness on your epidermis as

It nears nine o' clock. Fire dances in front of

You as you come down from your high. Never

Again, you swear. Never will you nom on

Another nasty mushroom.

Draft version 1 of Fresh Meat. (I liked em enough XP)

The chains on my ankles tinkled like the ice in a drink when the drinks left them.

"So, Miss Jacobs, why did you do it?" The prison psychiatrist asked as she scribbled on her legal pad.

"Do what? Kill my daddy?" I said as I raise my shackled hands to itch my ear, taking count of the guards at the door. There were two and they weren't all that tough looking.

"Yes"

"Because he's an asshole" I said as I looked out the barred window, the lone window on the bare wall.

"How so?"

"Look lady, you want my story or not?" I said turning back to look at her.

"Go on"

"You have to understand that bastard was just like Jesus, he just wouldn't lay down and die." I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "I have been trying to kill my daddy ever since my momma died."

"Yes I see your mother passed away a little over a year ago. You were under full custody with her correct?"

"Yeah" I flicked my nose with my knuckle. "You gunna keep interrupting my thought process or can we wait on your scrutiny till the end?"

"I'm sorry Miss Jacobs, continue." She said as she scribbled that damn pen on that fucking legal pad.

"It's Anabell" I said, thinking back to the now cold corpse who punished me with his name. "It was a rainy day when I first decided I would kill my father. He killed my dog scouts cause she wouldn't  stop barking at him for beating me. I loved that dog. She was the last true friend I had and he just killed her." I readjusted in my seat. "I tried a shotgun first, figured it could rip him a new one. Flesh wound, I missed but that didn't make my life any easier just made his mood sour for the next few weeks." I chuckled then. He wouldn't be drinking anymore. "My momma was a strong woman. Real southern cowgirl. I was so happy when she left my daddy. So happy he wouldn't be putting me to bed or helping me bathe anymore."

"Your parents divorced when you were 6 right?" The psychiatrist said.

Be Mine

I stared at Mark in disbelief. "You want me to do what on camera?" I said as I sat on my bed that was covered with rose petals that Mark had prepared.

            "Come on babe it's our first V-day together so I thought we could V- cam together. What's so bad about it?" Mark asked as he continued to adjust the tripod and web cam that were affixed to my bookcase.

            "No, look I just don't feel comfortable with this. I mean I'm only 16." I said as I pulled the blanket over my lingerie clad body. Today was supposed to be romantic, supposed to be special, but here Mark was trying to brag to his friends again.

            Mark crawled on the bed and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Okay babe, if you don't want this then we don't have to do it." He said as he began to kiss my neck and move the blanket off of me.

            I bit my lip and let my eyes flutter back as I moaned.

            He trailed kisses to my breast.

            "Why is the camera light on?"  I asked as I sat up.

            "Huh?"

            "The light Mark" I said as I pushed him away and began to cover myself in my blanket once more.

            "It's the standby light Tash, chill" He said as he pushed me down and began to slip one hand up to my butt.

            I began to struggle as his weight pushed me down. I tried to scream but his mouth came down onto mine like a vicegrip. I bit his tongue and all I could remember was the sting of his fist as everything went dark.

Twisted

The small apartment I shared seemed even more compact as she pulled her thigh high fishnets up to the garter clips so they could sink their alligator teeth into the soft hose, the way I wanted to sink into the warm body who wore them.

            "You stare anymore and I'm gunna have to start chargin' ya," she said, sliding her skirt down.

            I shook my head "What" I heard myself ask as I reached for my purse and began rifling through the junk searching for some gloss.

            "What? Are you joking? A blind man could see you staring from a football field away." She came over to me.

            I could smell her perfume, it was like the first smell of spring, fresh and floral, not something you would think a hooker would wear.

            She slid one manicured nail under my chin, forcing my gaze to hers. "You lookin for a date sugar?" She asked as she bent down to whisper in my ear "I'll give ya a discount since youre cute."

            I could feel my face begin to heat up and my palms were sweating so much I dropped my purse.

            Her lips were softer than a gummy worm.

3 am

The bed called to me as if

deeply hidden in the sea of sights and

sounds, the trecherous waves taming for no

one. I looked at my pillow, in the

adjoining room, soft and serene, like that first

love you can never forget. The zebra patterned

pillowcase embedding itself into my partially concious

mind. The cold air playing on my skin

only made me long for the warm

blue blanket to bind my body as I

would fall into the darkness to attend

my nightfall activity. The televisons harsh lights flashed

from fire red to ferocious blues, making

me long for the darkness to encroach upon me.

The sounds blaring from the bruised and

battered speakers seemed to beckon my mind to

the quiet solitary comfort of the room

next door. The remote, silver in the dim

light, sat unaggrivated, aimed at the annoying

screen that rested near the edge of the

door. The dark chesnut door that would

lead to a deep peaceful night. I turned

off the noisemaker, nulling the painful rythm

and forcing the lights to nap in their

pixels, quiet, dark and still. I stood,

making my way through the doorway and to

my melodiously quiet room which now seemed

miraculously alive as I went to perform my

nightly ritual.

Abused [Published]

I am the crumpled paper

covered in the fading marks that

were left on the page after

 you tried to erase the meaning there.

The soft eraser burns my face

as it moves across the surface.

you blow and I am wiped

clean of dust and residue. Your

hand slaps me and my marks

fade further into nothingness. You

rewrite your sentence, the pencil

never slowing as it dances

leaving gray shades of words

over my mountainous landscape.

The dance stops and your finger,

soft and warm, runs me over

and you smile, kiss me, then

leave me alone in the

cold dark room. Not even

looking back as you shut

the door, leaving me only with

the notes on our time

together.

Death is Beginning

Happiness happens when heartbreak shatters

Your calm reserve. An ocean wave whipping

On your wasteland of a cranium. The Siren's

Song hits your stomach and makes you lose

Your lunch and lungs. Voiceless, your

conciousness vaults into darkness of

Voyeuristic intention. Remaining translucent

In rythm of watery symphony and running

Blissful discord. No more nuances or naive

Social rules just nothing but black beauty. You

Lift to lick the surface and live in a life only

Remembering the ocean under the system

Of smells and sights. But hope for heartbreak

To make happiness happen is harsh on the

Mind and may tear out the soul. Be warned

Of sirens and ships. Don't eat and swim.

Sorry I havent posted lately! Update Loathing of a Luscious Cruise Ship

Ok switching from just poetry soon. Just to add more stuff...hope this can handle my huge portfolio....

Cruise ship you sicken me. How can

You live with yourself? You mind control the

Weak not just by your way with waves,

But the all you can eat buffets,

The excursions we took where we learned

To make more food, or when we walked

The Mayan ruins that made us long for the

Stateroom balcony. Your lido deck filled with

Chairs, the molten chocolate cakes we ordered every

Single night, the serenity lounge where we

Watched the day waste away while sharing a

Pina coloda your minions happily provided. Your

Free room service mom didn't have to pay

For, your strawberry chocolate frozen yogurt. The

On-demand movies. Oh cruise ship, how i love

To loathe your luscious amenities. How dare

you make me leave.

Wrote a few poems will post later. hearing poetry being read inspires me

Overheard in the wreckage

My father is dead and
I am Satan. As tents fall
Crushing you with propane
Lanterns. Acid trips make you
Bite heads and trip over
Drunk traps, losing wallets
And I.D's which burn in
The pit as your identity
Melts away. Your father
May be dead but you
Are just another stupid
Teenage statistic while
I'm the one to clean
Up your wreckage.

Twilight

Purple hues of feeling
Gather troops of lilac
Forcing lavender to hide
As royal purples watch
From mauve castles and
Little amethysts twist
And dance on the eggplant
Asphalt collecting plum coins
For mulberries. So don't
Grape about how no one
Sees you in your violet
Fields with orchid blooms.
Forget. It's Twilight.

Quarks Quirks

Stupidity
Jumping into murals
Moronic
In his love with plastic
Furry
Sheds on my clothes
Chaotic
Catnip covered carpet
Lovable
Waking up beside him
Amazing
Knowing when I'm sick
Forever
My cat, my friend
My Quark

Sparks and Fire

On my face
I pulled the typewriter
Flying apart
Erupting only from the caldera
Yellow fire pitched
I filled a bucket
Burnt holes
Rumbling eruption
Nothing in the kitchen
Felt the heat
The table surface
Ruined after 20 minutes
Fast, grinding heat
I dragged the rug away
And returned with water

Loathing of the lucious cruise ship

Cruise ship you sicken me.
Not just your way with waves,
But the all you can eat buffets,
The lido deck filled with chairs,
The molten chocolate cakes
People order every single night,
The free room service or
On-demand movies. How can
you live with yourself.

The infinite eternal stork bearing gifts (the unconventional sonnet)

Where do stork babies come from,
If not from the storks?
Should it be from hippos
Rhinoceroses? Maybe piglets that
Bring muddied cloths with tiny birds.
Mayhap from the chinks or the chirps
But could it be the storks themselves
Keep such curiosities to secrets only
Hidden in their backwards knees. Or
Maybe we look at it all wrong, Maybe
You order them on the internet, like dolls
Or tools. but perhaps the mystery should
Remain silent and reverent. Or Storks are
Immortal and therefore don't reproduce.

To wed and bear later in life - The 5 minute poem

A jet plane passes
A fight begins.
The air speeds past
The cold fist as blood flies
The hard crack of flesh
To bone. The slap of
Wet death upon your
Knuckles. Leaving
Red paint on your
Consciousness. Time
Stops as the body falls
Kissing the asphalt.
No light shines as
You jump the park
Fence in an attempt
To beat the call of
9-1-1. To beat
The sirens from
Catching you in
The red and blue light.
Capturing you in their
Cage. Just don't get
Blood on the curtains
As you hide from
Press and papparazzi.

Ode to the killer tractor

Oh killer tractor, thirsty for
Blood. Why did you choose
Me to attack. Your large arm
Came down on my ankle
Like an anvil falls on a
Coyote. Your grip, never
Ceasing, shoving my converse
Into the hot sand. Lucky
No bone was cracked, just
Sprained pain shivering down
My limb. My converse, my
Savior, I owe you my
Sole. Dear killer tractor,
Find someone else to chew
In to. Crutches are my
New friends.

5 - choosing a different prompt

Amazing how such little things can make
you so happy. A hamster running in 
his wheel who stops to eat a
snack, then looks at you before
returning to work off the calories.
And yet you smile. Is it the 
whiskers or the beady eyes or 
the way it stands on its hind
legs. Maybe. But life isn't solved
by hamsters and we can't just
hop off the spinning wheel to
take time for ourselves. The 
world doesn't stop for a hamster,
unless you're a 5 year old.

Moor. Based on I never saw a moor by Emily Dickinson

I saw a moor,
I saw the sea;
Yet I don't know how the heather looks,
And what a wave won't be.

I've spoke with God,
And visited in heaven;
Yet uncertain am I of the spot
As no chart was given.

Due to the lack of posting

Ok so (not a poem) just wanted to let my followers know I have been studying for finals at school so I have had a hard time keeping up, however I plan to keep on writing on here till I complete the challenge, and will probably use this for not just my poetry but fiction pieces as well during the summer. Happy reading and I plan to update more tonight :)

Nursery Rhyme

Jacob was a clown
He was 16 and a half
People came to see him
Cause he made them laugh.

ADHD Thoughts

A bitter touch of
Mango sat next to
Andromeda. Is the pope
Catholic? Readers beware
Agape means love. This
Is real life roulette.

Ekaphrasis (missed quite a few days due to deaths)

Based on Pink's Fucking Perfect

Perfect hair
Perfect life
Perfect someone I'm not.

Perfect nails
Perfect guy
Perfectly in the dark

They don't see me
They don't care
I'm not...

If we but linger

If we but linger on
Absent plains while
Wealthy tyrants should
Frolic in their
Horrid wealth and
We the filthy
Beauty of this
World wait in
Blissful poverty for
Some rotten miracle
To change our
Awful luck. Then
Who are we
To question dreams
That young children
Dream in midnight
Slumbers while lingering
On an absent plain.

based from random thoughts from a random mind- Myth

Antigone with zebra nail
Says to Edipus her father
That from your mom I do hail
So shall I not be your daughter

When Pluto looked at the moon
In beauty she doth stood
Her light aglow did make him swoon
And lean against his hood

Should Aphrodite have a pimple
Upon her perfect face
Oh if only life were so simple
To detract from beauty and from grace

And should we mere humans know
Of gods and goddesses fate
We could but only grow
In love and not in bitter hate

Extra since I missed (Pwoemrd)

Confli(ktation

Missed a day

I will die in the Texas
heat, in June, the day
before my birthday, as irony
would be key in my
demise, and doors empty
and solid stand silently
watching the stoic
grave with my
name embellishing
the grey granite.

The Message within

Into the Labyrinth, with soft feather wings
He flew to find the Message within. Where
Days grow cold and Wicked knights seem to
Linger on and on. Until in their
Abyss, sweet crystal reflections scream out
Nevermore my sorrows weep in
this the looking glass.

Black

Her hair
The color of
Obsidian
Her eyes
The color of ice
That melt the core
Of the earth
Her fingers
Caress the words
Of Poe
And I long
To delve into
Her mind
Her soul
Her being.

NaPoWriMo.net challenge

Ok I'm going to be writing poetry for the next 30 days. Lets see how I do :)

-Kitti-