At Sunset

 

I waited for you by our tree

On the hill watching

The sun set lighting the clouds on fire,

One glorious explosion

Before day yields to night

And hides

The tears on my face that fall

When you don’t show,

Or say goodbye.

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Less Than Ideal

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Hold the broken pieces in your hand of the vase you bought,

So perfect, not quite the same as the one you really wanted,

But almost perfect enough that you glue the pieces back

Though it can never hold real flowers in water again.

 

So it holds silk flowers-

silver medal never gold,

Second best never good enough

As the first, the original.

Now it’s flawed forever

Scarred forever marred forever.

 

Can never hold water again.

Can never be whole again.

Can never be perfect again.

Can never be the one you said you wanted.

Can only be hidden, faced to a wall,

Boxed up locked up

Might as well be thrown away

For it’s not worth the effort

To recycle reuse repurpose

The pieces into something

more beautiful than the original.

 

It’s not worth the effort to love it more now

Than when you bought it…

Because it isn’t what you wanted in the first place.

Removing Oneself from the Equation

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Say you never hurt me. Say it again.

Because maybe then, as you say it, it will be true.

Yes, this is how we are now. This is how we’ve always been,

You’ve just ignored your part in the process.

As you said, actions speak louder than words,

and, baby, your actions are a fucking war zone.

Go ahead, say you never hurt me.

The scars on my heart tell a different story.

#OctPoWriMo Day 5: Sharp

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Angry girl,

why do you run with scissors on your tongue?

One fall

and down comes all.

 

Angry girl,

Sharp words enemies make to rake

you over the coals.

Release those goals.

 

Angry girl,

Acid words cut like swords.

Forgive, and let go your pain.

Be cleansed and smile again.

 

Angry girl,

Why do you run with scissors on your tongue?

One fall,

and down comes all.

 

*Really have no idea the inspiration for this one. Thinking about sharp things and sharp words so arguments came to mind and I began writing. Along the way the idea came to me about how whenever we’re angry we say things to wound, or we might walk away and do something dangerous or that can hurt someone or ourselves. I’ve heard people laugh and make jokes about running with scissors but it’s never funny when the thing you least expect actually happens. In fact, it’s sort of breath-taking and shocking, even though you were warned. I titled this one Pointed Words-a little tongue in cheek there.

#OctPoWriMo Day 3: Sparkling

 

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There she is across the pond

Throwing glitter into the air,

Wishing for a breeze to send it your way,

A little of her love drifting to you there.

 

See the smile that spreads o’er her face,

The sparkle that lights up her eyes,

Thoughts of you light her days

And shine in her night-clad skies.

 

#OctPoWriMo Day 3. Who sparkles more than our very own Glitterbomber? She deserves an ode.

#OctPoWriMo-Day 1: TIME

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Cupcakes

By Jesi Scott

 

I mix the cake batter first

-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-

While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan

And we discuss how credit history works,

And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,

And music

While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering

For tonight’s supper.

The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners

And popped into the oven

And he discusses how upset he gets with himself

Over how he treats people

And how he doesn’t like manipulating others

And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,

And I simply ready the icing materials,

Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,

waiting for the timer to stop counting down

These perfect moments that will never stand still.

 

*For my Biggest Son. Enjoy the perfect moments.