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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.  




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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.

Liars

There will always be 

my side,  your side , 

with the truth in between. 

 Oh, but the truth can be

manipulated.

Memories revised, facts unsaid,

minds that change.

It’s our lies that never falter.

Wrapping  us in comfort.

When all else falls apart,

 they cradle our heads,

lull us to sleep at night. 

When is enough ever enough? 

I hear you saying, 

“I can’t recall.”

No more. I am done.

I cannot accept 

your recollection 

when you claim forgetfulness.

I’m a liar.

So are you.

I can sleep with my fable.

Written for Yeah Write

It Was Fun

Riding around, top down, under the sun.

Your smile, your style, you could have been the one.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

Laughter fades, sunlight turns to rain, look what we’ve become.

Driving away, leaving me behind, it can’t be undone.

Looking back now, I see clearly somehow.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

 

Written by: Donetta Sifford for Yeah Write 305

It’s Me, Not You 

I’m just going through the motions.

Void of any real emotion.

Suicide is a selfish notion that I entertain.

Hear you asking what’s the matter?

Saying how you miss my laughter.

I know the love you’re after I can’t give away.

Find myself saying words I hate like it’s me, not you.

I know I’ll miss you when it’s too late and it’ll be my loss.

Swear to you if I knew the reasons for the changes you are seeing

I’d gladly unload my heavy burdens at your feet.

Standing at the edge of nothing.

Feel my heart ripping open and I can’t stop the pain.

You will see I was haunting my life.

Untouchable, unlovable and always on the outside staring in.

Maybe tomorrow will be better and I can love you more than I ever have.

So you’ll know it was I that was sick and you can carry on when I’m gone.
Written for Yeah Write