I Don’t Understand
I can’t seem to grasp the fact that the world in fact is an ugly place.
We live in a world where suicide is an easier way out than being yourself.
We live in a world where kids have adult minds.
We live in a world where no one is utterly happy.
We live in a world where no one seems to understand the idea of being kind.
The world from afar is such a beautiful thing.
Yet close up, face to face with one another, everything is far much unappealing.
We live in a world where war is an option to obtain peace.
We live in a world where our leaders keep secrets from the public.
We live in a world where women cannot go outside without being harassed.
We live in a world where homosexuality is seldom accepted.
Why is it that as human beings, instead of helping our own kind, we turn our backs to one another.
One day you people will see the error of your ways.
One day you people will see the pain you’ve inflicted on not only others but a prolonged pain on yourselves.
But for now I’ll continue to sit back and watch the planet wither. Slowly, but surely.
And I just don’t understand.
R e n e g a d e
Renegade...
Was what he called me.He said my mouth was here but my heart kept on run’n.I supposedly could talk a storm but never backed it up.He called me the scaredy cat who never woke up.I was the lock to his key... the wood to his flame until I woke up and realized the pain. The pain he caused me and held me to ....the pain which made me run away.Thats how I got the name...
R e n e g a d e.
“I’m ok”.
I'm ok....I smile at you hoping you would believe me! There's no reason for you to worry I'll be ok. Brave girls don't show the hurt and pain in the outside. We save that for our alone time. We find comfort in our tears and dreams. Our dreams of a mythical , calm world somewhere out there.... We learn to get the unacceptance to your world. Trust me we are fine with that.......As long as you don't see us how we see ourselves that is our only fear.
e n o u g h
It was like lightning in my heart
You held it and broke it all apart
Leaving it shattered and crushed on the ground .
Watching from a distance with no melancholy left in me I gathered the strength to run away.
To run away from the hurt and pain.
To run away from the crippling voice inside me saying you will never be enough ....
But it was true ...
I Melody wasn’t enough ..... at least not for him or this world that brought me down and held me under till it was all too much.
I realized I wasn’t enough ....
Magic Comes Into My Life
It goes beyond the city lights...
...The bills that are engraved
Into this hemmed in
Edifice...
...The chaos still
Remains
In the declarations of
Plantlife,
And the spectral
Powers that be!...
There is a pulse...
...A trembling sound,
As the brook slips
To the sea...
...And the black arts
Of the nights
Long spell
Have glazed, and
Juiced us
Very well...
It goes beyond the neon
Dream!...
...The concrete,
And the bluff...
...The promise of machinery
Has got me wondering when's
Enough,
As the stranglehold of
Civility
Has me hawking up
My roots...
...And then an escaped feather
Floats
Untethered,
Past every excuse...
Magic comes
At the strangest times!...
...I love how I'm always
Fooled
Into losing sleep,
Pondering the depths...
...And then as swift
As the Bang
Of a tool
I'm sprawled out
On my back,
In a whole other way...
...Wrecked amongst all
The shells, and cold
Fish
On display.
It goes beyond limits,
And it knows where
To hit!...
...I am gathered in
Swiftly
By your smile,
Or your wit...
...You are so precious
To me,
Yet I don't
Know your name!...
...Magic tears through
My life...
...This dis-
charged hurricane!...
©
2018
Bunny Villaire
End of Winter Night
It is an end of winter
Night,
And everything
Is turning 'round!...
...There are cards
We've yet to play,
As polar winds bail
Out of town.
The wind still bites
Her hips,
But she can
Sense
With all she has
The love inside her
Throat
Will have free rein,
And soon
Be glad...
...Aye, the moon looks
Different now!...
It must be
Someone new moved in...
...With a heart that burns
For action,
And the milkiest of
Skin...
...This new tenant is
The lively lass
Who lights
The closure of
Our frost!...
...I have been waiting
Long
On a spirit guide
To front the transfer
Like a boss,
And draw our hearts
Out of our caves
To revel in her
Powers.
It is an end of winter
Night,
And lives are
Stirring with each
Hour!...
...Cats are purring,
Spiders tumble
Down on string
That once
Was hid...
...Creatures of the deep
Are rising,
As the wind still
Nips her hips,
But a lady of the night
Reads from the
Sky, and
Moon,
That affairs are in
A flux...
...Pieces on the board
Consumed...
It is an end of winter
Night,
And everything
Is turning 'round!...
...There are cards
We've yet to play,
As polar winds bail
Out of town.
©
2018
Bunny Villaire
Why Do I Write?... By: Bunny Villaire
Small talk stinks!...
Because to gab is not enough...
...I must break ice more
Precisely.
I write because below the skin
There is an untried river of
Sound and langauge...
...I want to ride this river,
And to feel what
My soul is truly saying!...
(The format of this write may
Seem like poetry,
But to be fair,
You said no 'peotry',
And nevertheless,
Poetry is not always 'poetry'
To me...
To me it is an answer to a
Question,
Which is what this prompt is...)
I write to fight for my existence,
And the existence of others
That wish to listen, and learn, and love
What is beyond, and within themselves.
I write to create a new reality like
The Existentialist and
Australian Aborigines
Aspire to do; through dreams or action...
...I will always write,
And I will always dream...
These two things are in league with
Each other.