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Street Artist

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Street Artist – Pixbay

The ache that settled in

his kneecaps, forgotten.

His artist hands steadily

captured his prophetic

dreams that transitioned

into nightmares, depending

on the happy hour drink

served at some low-class bar.

Tequila brought visions

of the Messiah opening

arms wide to welcome

a drunkard home, forgiven.

Jack Daniels filled his sleeping

mind with childhood, a sister.

He ignored people gathering

around him on the sidewalk.

Money tossed in a western hat

would buy more bourbon, warm

sheets for a night in a cold motel.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate

contributions from admirers.

His focus was to put his thoughts

on paper, rid his head of noise.

Written for Yeah Write Challenge # 409 

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Count Down to Disaster

 

10.  Put off until tomorrow practicing yoga or meditation.

9.  Sleep all day.

8.  Worry about everything and anything that runs through my mind.

7.  Procrastinate on everything, important or not.

6.  Forget to look for joy in simple things.

5.  Speak unkind to my children; after all they know what to do that bothers me.

4.  Stay in my bed clothes because I have nowhere I want to go.

3.  Resent my family for trying to help me. They don’t understand.

2.  Stop taking my medication correctly. It isn’t helping obviously.

1.  Fall into despair and allow myself to ponder suicide. I am never going to be happy and I am no good to the ones I love.

0.  Blackness, darkness, misery. My countdown to my sad life.

 

Written for Yeah Write 391.

 

 

Time to Leave

It was the right time to leave.

Hindsight makes me a genius.

An expert in the art of sadness.

I’ve analysed the day I walked out.

Spent hours trying to decipher our love.

It was the right time to leave.

Still, it hurts just the same. 

This was a prompt for Yeah Write – Challenge # 389

Crawl Space

 

Craving sanctuary, peace.
Raging war in my mind.
Always noisy, shots fired.
Whispering voices, somewhere.
Laughing, mocking television.
Static hums from the unplugged.
Peeping out the blinds, darkness.
Anxiety's cold hands squeeze my throat.
Crawlspace is cluttered with time.
Even happiness hides in winter.  




My 1st Erasure Poem

How To Stop Time

This is the excerpt I chose from “How to Stop Time” by Matt Haig

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[Image from Page 3 of “How to Stop Time” by Matt Haig. Most of the image has been blacked out to read:

Santa Barbara

years bored

pleasant.

Heaven with traffic.

Drank wine.

Going mad,

panic attacks.

Lived centuries.

Witnessed war,

revolutions.

Waking up

my heart going crazy.

Feeling trapped

inside myself.

Something.

Los Angeles

calmed you.]

This is my first try at Erasure Poetry for Yeah Write.    I only use my mobile phone so I didn’t have a lot of options to black the words out. I’m not tech savvy enough to use another.