New DayI wake between my partnersNew Day8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in crime, slide speedy through the sheets
between them, quietly thunk to the floor,
settle there and breathe
their morning essence: clean
like last evening, but warmer
and with a well-seasoned soul.
Rousing, I wash
and drink from the shower spray.
I put on fresh clothes, and watch
my husband and daughter sleep on.
I think, We are three
of a kind, peas in a pod, whole:
kittens with mittens.
I kiss the one, and the other
stirs. I kiss her too, and start
toward the bedroom door. Without them,
I move through the early day,
listening for the sounds of their rising.
They wake, and in time come to me,
and bring with them the crest of morning.
The Faceless FamilyI am Icarus kicked from the nest.The Faceless Family17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beams of the sun bare holy glares,
That melt the pitch between my feathers
Until I’m burned by my own tar.
Falling tar-baby of the morning,
Slipping from the itching womb of the mother,
High in her perch, pushing, cawing at me
As heavy whispers whip my ears,
When the currents below me disappear,
And I sink with her lost pride; failed.
I plunge into the Sea of Shame and flounder,
Beg adoption from cruel Fate’s fostering
Of the coast; for a moment, just silent gravity
Then the shaking of the giant trees,
Shuddering in disgust of my weakness
As the fruits of their labor, their grapes of wrath,
Drop as if they were filled with lead pits
Like a sack of oranges on my black sheep head,
Kicking in my sea of desire I wept in envy.
A ChildWhen I was a child I spoke like a childA Child3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It broke my heart the things I said
Because I’d come home one day worn and tired
And id snap and yell, I’d wish him dead.
And when he asked me what I felt most guilty about
My chest tightened and I wiped my eyes
The answer was there without a doubt
I told him I couldn’t say because I’d start to cry
So instead I wrote this instead and passed it along
He read it and asked me if I thought what I did was wrong
And I covered my face and sank to the floor
I couldn’t stand and hold that burden anymore
It tore me apart, that anger and pain
It wasn’t till now I’ve felt it start to fade
When I was just a child my truth wasn’t honest
I lived and died and held a broken promise.
Little Boy-Girl the Fathers Tale(Writer’s Note)Little Boy-Girl the Fathers Tale23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the writer of this story. I know it’s hard to read but if anyone wants to help me clean it up a bit I’ll be glad to help you as well.
I’m the dad in the story as of part 3. I know my name is not said till part 5 but that’s how I planned it. And my name is Mario Davis Senior in the story. I’ll get to the kids in a bit but let me tell you how they ended up with me. Their dad left a note in a file that only two other people knew about. One was his lawyer. And the other was well me. In a weird way we were like brothers. The day he died was hard because I got a letter in the mail form him. I can’t say what it said but it wasn’t good. But that same day his wife got the news and went to get the kids but never made it to them as you read in part 2.
Now to the kids Sabrina was always looking out for her sisters. Nicole is the emotional one always crying and screaming after a bad dr
Growing ApartI love you through a wallGrowing Apart17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
With small talk that reflects
Your hollow existence,
And shields you from the brilliance
Of my youth; which is juvenile
To you, senile and wizened,
Hands hard, smile gnarled
Into a grimace that only scoffs
Or laughs like a gavel clapping down.
Our dialogue is a bad duet,
Our shoes tapping to different beats,
My other obligations stretching to pull us away
Like magnetic fields that know we shouldn’t collide.
No booing crowd is as diffusing as your sigh.
It’s like a part of me evaporates from inside you
And you let the vapors just walk right out.
How close are we really?
You saved my life but I can’t talk to you
About anything that’s meaningful about it.
You don’t tell me that you’re proud enough.
Most kids want to be heard
But they just aren’t loud enough.
I on the other hand, and much too loud
And you are ashamed and I know it.