When my boys were young and still in school
They thought at first their mama was a fool.
My eldest the troublemaker was he,
Was called to the principles office one too
many times you see.
As punishment mother would have to "Shadow"
him at school. Mama weren't no fool.
I showed up in the nastiest raggedy clothes I could find, my shoes didn't match, my hair was nasty looking and I blacked out my front teeth.
Plus I put a little bit of deer scent on me so I would have a lovely musky smell.
My son was in the 8th grade right at the embarrassment age!
I made darn sure that I would not be making a return performance. Think of Lucille Ball in one of her schemes and that was me that day!
My younger sons learned from that day also.
Never underestimate the power of a mother who has a good imagination!
Impulse
Funny
How the things
I want to do in life
Would kill me
I want to see what would happen
If I jumped off a building
What would happen first
Would I feel anything
I'll never know
Impulsive
Is what I call it
Impulsive thoughts to do
Outrageous things
I could go into more detail
But
Gore isn't really my style
Two years ago today...
On the day of my fiancé's funeral, I refused to leave his side. I held his hand as he lay lifeless in his coffin, and I whispered sweet things to him.
When his family would come up to say their final respects, I unintentionally scared them away as they watched in horror as I would kiss him on the lips, pat his hair away from his face and tell him how foundation made him look so pretty.
He smiled like flowers. Powdery and blossoms. I took big whits of his makeup every change I had. I was told much later that at one point I even attempted to crawl in to curl up with him.
If only they'd let me.
Vindication
So many people I’d like to attack,
Revenge for making me a maniac.
Hatred acute,
My gun I’d shoot,
Dropping each sucker upon the tarmac.
*Disclaimer: This is a poem. Any similarity among the narrator, potential victims, living or dead, and situations is unintentional and coincidental. Please do not call the police or my therapist (she thinks I'm doing much better).
extraction
i see the same shit from these windows everyday and nothing changes
i wonder why i’m not claustrophobic / why i’m not bored
it's the same thing everyday except different books
i'm not bored
i want to kick someone in the face and feel their nose break under my foot
i want to tepe someone in the face and then run down the street until I’m so tired i cant run anymore
i haven’t even seen what's to the left of the property
its killing me not knowing what is behind that wall of green leaves
i saw a light through the branches earlier and it scared me
i hadn’t seen one before
i think it was the Sun
i want to pull out my teeth
i put my tongue to the corner of my canine and molar and have the urge to pluck out each tooth and feel the roots. to run my tongue over the bulbous part where the they meet my gums and taste the blood, feeling the empty holes they leave behind.
My Upstairs Neighbor
She's a bitch and I know it!
I wanna knock on her fucking door and ask her what you allowing to happen to your son?!?!
You stupid bitch! I wanna know and need to know if what I think is really going on.
I think they can hear me turn my tv down when I hear him almost cry.
He looks about 14 or 15 but his eyes from a distance shows a soul that looks like a someone of 5.
The stupid bitch looks crazy from a distance but I don't give a FUCK.
She looks at me like I shouldn't be looking at her but I don't turn away, I wish she would try her luck.
I just moved there so I don't have proof of what's going on
But if I do her and that ass whole will know were they went wrong.
The only thing you need to know is when I find out I WILL knock on her door
Enter then leave out leaving battered bodies and 1 soul that hurts no more