Lying. . . Stuck in my Grave | Short Poem No. 109

lying. . . stuck in my grace
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So. . . Here I am. . . Lying. . . Stuck in my grave.
But who I fell with appears to have left.
I guess strong ambitions can’t always save.
They leave you forsaken, reeking of death.

Ironic, it’s the eve of Halloween
And it’s the hour I realize I’m dead.
A pumpkin spice latte, so unforeseen,
would be the last supper before my bed.

I have dark humor to jeer at myself.
But. . . it stings. . . to be abandoned by love.
It’s one thing to lose your health. . . or your wealth.
But you left me. . . no reason. . . no motive. . .

But I remember, once what I have read.
That Jesus can bring back to life the dead.

I Heard You Scream and Yell

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I Heard You Scream and Yell | Poetry Remix No. 33

Heard you scream and yell
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I heard you scream and yell – can’t deny it.
You mused that I did, too – can’t remember.
Time ticked by – January. . . December. . .

And that’s when we examined. . . Why are we here?
Tell me, do you wonder? Why are we here?

This is why. . . to shield each other from fear.
It’s love, my dear, and I wish that it’s clear.
So, grip tight baby, when it’s up and down.
Don’t give-up, even when we’re upside-down.

I won’t let you go.

Life is a trip, it won’t finish ’til we’re dead.
But you’ll find me when we glare into red.
Here or there, we’ll scream through this together.
I’ve always said. . . we’ll storm any weather.

Let’s Talk for a Moment

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Let’s Talk for a Moment | Poetry Remix No. 31

talk for a moment
Photo by Gemma Chua-Tran on Unsplash

We say “Hi” and we talk for a moment.
What did we say, except for a fragment
of meaninglessness, dancing in movement
spinning around pain that feels permanent.

Code

© Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Short: Jack-o’-lantern

Jack-o'-lantern
Photo by Rick Monteiro on Unsplash

Do I wear a Jack-o’-lantern?

You said it wasn’t about me.
Was anything at all?
In this season of ghosts and spectres,
Not just “Autumn” can “Fall.”

Something Just Isn’t Right

© Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.