The coffee grounds spilled into the brew. The dishes were not washed in time. Those are the things that matter to you. (Not that I made it home safe.)
I forgot to add cinnamon to the pie. I changed the garbage, but not in time. I went hungry while you got high. (Did I mention I got another “A”?)
But I stumbled again, and fear for you to know. Please remember that, Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow. So melt my heart with loving words of reproach.
I know this is something you cannot do. But let me have this moment to hope, That you could show kindness and love, Not leave me hanging from a word-noosed rope.
Masterpiece! Masterpiece! your lies Weaving, flowing, reaching the skies!
No honour to you, will I give A traitor of hearts, how you live!
Each passing day, falsehoods you spread Integrity, I choose instead.
Within you, I doubt, truth exists Your blackened heart, compassion resists!
A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you could invent!
Away! Away! Far I will go Soaring, floating, healing my soul!
Her space, hers alone No one else dare enters The door that can be seen Tucked away in the corner Down the hall Visible through the floating dust The door, like a prism Reflects colours in the light The door, often dark Like the shadows it hides in. Her space, hers alone Only she has the key To the ebony mess To the growing mass Of turmoil that is her space Projects always started Tasks half complete Like a masterpiece begun Left undone by early demise Of the creator’s passion. Her space, hers alone No one else dare enters Unknowing where to safely step Upon entry one would be lost Would be overwhelmed By the shards of despair By the shreds of hope That dangle with frayed ends From a caved-in ceiling. Her space, hers alone Where flowers don’t survive All the vases cracked, bottomless Strewn about the floor With dried petals from the age of youth Each “love-me, love-me-not” Tattooed into the weathered hardwood And sealed with tears. Her space, hers alone Ever changing, always the same.
Her long black hair shimmers in the light Four furry feet, each with sock of white She doesn’t seem to mind that her paws are often stained green For that means she’s been outside with her ball playing Intense brown eyes, always full of emotion Sending me messages, beyond her love and devotion Going to work, she has an important role Tail wagging and smiling, she welcomes the people Some no longer are afraid of her kind Some sit to pet her, it eases their mind She cleans the floor of daily lunch crumbs Then rolls onto her back to welcome tummy rubs Her bedtime cuddles and hot stinky breath Ending our day this way is the best Unwanted and abandoned, how her life began Without her beside me, don’t ask me to imagine She is my Jewel, a true gem of a friend She may drink from the toilet, but she thinks she’s a human If you tell her otherwise, she’ll give you a nasty look And trust me when I say, she’s got quite the right hook
Patches of yellow, light and dark Thin lines of pink and blue Loose threads along the edges The start of life was me with you.
Everywhere, dragged you were Through dirt and grass and water Tugged, pulled, twisted and torn Soaking in my tears and laughter.
Soft and warm with silky hem Blanket of comfort, I named Minou Now tucked away, a childhood treasure The start of life was me with you.
Liquid crystal drops upon her breast, Falling from faint, sea-blue eyes That have memorized the truth, horror and lies. Glistening pale skin, warm from embrace; His head heavy, burden’d black From long ago past; cruel, nightly attacks. Soothing coos to the sobs in the night, Cries keep coming, soft and strong. The bruises now gone; must mem’ries last so long?
