For Lucy

For my creative writing course I’ve been challenged to write an 8 line poem using only one syllable words. If you’ve ready very much of my stuff you’ll know why this is tragic for me lol.

I tend to be multi-syllabic and long winded. Overly descriptive. But I did my best.

The prompt he gave us, before telling us what we’d be using it for, was to write a matter of fact description of an event that is impossible. I wrote mine about going to brush my teeth in the morning, hearing a strange noise, and turning to notice my pug, Lucy, floating outside, licking the bathroom window pane.

To my Lucy

Pug so high in the sky.

Held in the wind.

How did you get there?

My pug in the sky.

 

Up where you should not be,

A grin from ear to ear.

Your nose print on the glass

Makes me laugh.

 

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For Every Perfect Smile

Please look at me, and see

There’s the happy little family

and the cozy little home, but

for every perfect little smile there’s a perfect little cut.

 

Please listen to me, and hear

there’s the quirky attitude everyone holds dear

and the pretty little dance she does every afternoon, but

for every perfect smile there’s a perfect little cut.

 

Please hold me, don’t let go

there’s a reason my responses are coming so slow.

There’s the happy little family

and the cozy little home, but

For every perfect smile there’s a perfect little cut.

 

Please talk to me and be true

Because a lie  hurts her more than it does  you.

I move like I’m alive, and I laugh on cue, but

For every perfect smile there’s a perfect little cut.

 

And for every fake friend there’s a wound you can’t see

And every insult a tear in my seams.

And every love lost a hole in my heart

And hiding all this is tearing me apart

 

But I ask you to see

And I beg you to hear

I scream and shake and it’s just as I feared.

 

That as long as I smile

and as long as I laugh

you pretend not to hear

you may as well be deaf.

 

But look at me damnit

I’m standing right here!

I’m not going away and  neither will your fear

 

that one day the cuts will get too deep

and one day the dance will become a leap

and one day the attitude will just break down

and what are you going to do with me now?

 

because you act like you don’t know

and I pretend like it’s not me

but no matter how we try it’s just plain to see

 

There may be a happy little family

and a cozy little home

But none of that matters when it’s all said and done

because for every perfect smile there’s a perfect little cut

This is a door you can’t just slam shut.

 

You read lines like this and you push it away

Artistic freedom or some such you’ll say

but you’ll wonder why the lines switch from her to me

and I’ll wonder why you just refuse to see

that for every perfect smile there’s a perfect little cut

and I’ve done everything to beg for help

but…

Just Keep On Beating

It breaks, it beats, it’s broken again

I feel it in my chest

Pumping blood through my veins like frozen fire.

It’s angry. It wants revenge.

It wants to just stop

But it keeps on beating, keeps on breaking

Pounding inside my body

Beating against my ribs

Bruising them.

I place my hand on the spot that burns

The spot that screams.

Please, I tell it

Just keep on beating

Through the pain

Through the rage.

Beat against the will to quit.

Beat against the will to die.

Pound for the right to be angry.

Pound for the right to move on.

Do not give out.

Just keep on beating.

Maybe one day it won’t break any more.©