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Day 12 – A Disaster Poem

I think of earthquakes
And floods,
A fire maybe.
I think of the tears
Cried, the sighs sighed,
The houses and lives
Destroyed or changed so much
That they aren’t nigh as nice
As they’re meant to be –
They don’t bring the pleasure
Or relaxation, or inspiration
That our creator has intended them to bring

You think of love gone sour
Hearts torn in pieces
Bitter tears and the inability to weep
As much as you want for fear of looking mad
To the rest of the world,
The insanity of not yelling loud
All the grief and terror which is inside
You.

But I counter you with
The utter disaster –
Memories gone bleak,
Faded
Forgotten
Or changed so much
That they aren’t nigh as true
As they were meant to be.
~~~

the hellish greasy look that didn't ignite my fury

Wake Up, Shake It Off

A Sour Love Poem

Going with my fingers through your greasy hair,
I remembered how much I wanted to touch you
in spring
how much I desired your lips
in the rainy afternoons while walking to my private composition lessons.

Seeing the hellish grin on your new girlfriend’s face,
I felt as if a thin blade went through my body
literally,
very thin and very cold
at the same time burning me
with shame
and filthy disgust.

The moment of waking ignited my rage
very short-lived rage
which died in indifference
Because the waking was real.

© 2015, MK

Note: These were written for this week’s prompt at Three Word Wednesday: Greasy, Hellish, Ignite