
Hey, y'all my blog buddy Jessie Harrell has a contest going to win three of the Soul Screamers books! Color me drooling. Go and enter! I sure did...
JESSIE'S CONTEST
Give and take
neglecting you
hurting me
the wrist aches
the blade bleeds
cut it out
cutting me
forgiving you
forgetting me
the precipice beckons
the feet betray
step over the edge
stand alone
telling you
listening to me
no quarter given
none deserved
give and take
of hurting you
hurting me
no me left
tears took it all
hurting you
killing me
Yes it was a dark time when I wrote this. NO I have never been suicidal. consider it "situational poetry." Feeling slightly growly today and thought it was worth a revisit. And, it gave me an excuse to use that gorgeous Victoria Frances painting. :)
thou art brazen
to walk in human form.
As could my hands
sculpture
the beauty that is you,
And would that I was able
to caress such muscled stone
in the likeness of a god
‘Neath my palms
in beauty’s reign,
Tis your visage
I would work
And, when the gods
fell to jealousy
would only I call my task
complete,
For your reflection
would win Narcissus’ pool,
And topple
at your feet.
I guess I should have known when I wrote this poem years ago that I was destined to write YA, because that young guy in the picture was the kind of Adonis I saw when I wrote it. Funny how hindsight is 20/20.