Dont CryDont Cry12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jenni was a little girl
Playing in the yard
When she slipped in the rain soaked grass
And fell, breaking her arm
The little three-year-old got up
With tears coming to her eyes
When her Mommy scooped her up
And quietly said Don't Cry
When she was four, watching TV
Daddy came home drunk one night
Daddy began to bicker with Mommy
And they began to fight
But Daddy got his gun
And shot Mommy in the head
Daddy cried for Mommy
But Jenni was confused; she thought Mommy was dead
Suddenly Daddy took the gun
And pushed it to the back of the throat
The last thing he heard as he pulled the trigger
Was No! Daddy No!
The police were horrified to find
When they opened the door
Jenni with her safety blanket
Scrubbing at the floor
Mommy and Daddy are messy
Jenni quietly said
Apparently oblivious to the fact
Her Mom and Dad were dead
But nothing was further from the truth
Jenni was torn up inside
But she remembered what Mommy said
She's a big girl; big girls don't cry
She went to stay with her
101514FAILED101514FAILED14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never turn back.
i've been here a
it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees
the mute sound of these
passing by. earphones:
volume ten, song seven
mindripped and flattened
i should be on the tall tower, i
should be falling,
far away from here
it's the way the lightning charges the sky
just short of the clouds
and some nights i'm there, as the
wind crawls up the cliffside
seventy miles an hour, gusting
and it would have held me
fifteen inches from the
very edge, so i stayed
and my skin was conductivity
she's present tense
about a millionmiles away, no less
she wouldn't have known, if not for
the tone in my voice; it betrays me
but she'll move on, and
i'll move on without her
such it is
:// © 2002 J. Michael Renaud
WishesWishes12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't pray no more. I wish. Daddy says I'm a sinner but I don't care.
Maybe I don't have to care about nothing no more. Even if I did, I don't have the energy.
I'm tired all the time now. And I have to be strong enough to make my wishes.
I throw pennies in the fountain in front of the children's hospital. Not the regular pennies though. Ones I find on the floor. Heads up. Cause that means all day long ill have good luck. That means my wishes might come true.
I say wishes, but I only wish for one thing, really.
I don't pray no more. Momma cries about that sometimes. she thinks I'm a heathen I suppose. Some people say it. Maybe I embarrass her. That's why she cries. When I asked her "If god was real why would he do what he's doin' to me? I always went to church. I was a good boy. What'd I ever do to god?" she cried more. I think it was cause I'm right. But I didn't smile or nothing I just went on over to her and hugged her around the shoulders.
That's what daddy does when she cries.
A Mask of MirrorsA Mask of Mirrors13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Mask of Mirrors
I never knew you till you were dead.
I didn't know what happened in your head.
I never knew your secrets or your many men.
I didn't know that's what you needed then.
Some faulty wiring started it,
So I took up the floor.
I found some papers in the pit
And then I found some more.
While some of them were letters,
Many more were sketches bold;
They would have shocked my betters
By revealing scandals old.
In this world little 's certain,
Of few things I was sure;
I lifted mystery's curtain
When I took up that floor.
Inside the secret hiding place
Was proof I had not known,
A single thing not in the face
Of one round whom I'd grown.
I'd heard things and I'd seen,
But I hadn't quite believed;
I'd known the truth they hadn't been,
But I had been deceived.
Oh, confidence in judgement mine
And what I'd known was true;
It fell to ash with every line
And every sketch she drew.
A face unknown looked back at me
From pictures in my hand
And letters told the tales that she