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I’m pretending that I can’t see the slow
as I type the first words I have written in years
is it years?
have I waited that long?
how long did I ignore that steady
as I let other things
» Posted By Beebee On 06.06.2014 @ 8:25 pm
She is cheerful in a miserable place
her cheeks are round in a friendly face and
she is warm and kind like ovens standing on iron legs
she holds you with her hands that have kneaded bread
needed you to tell her that you loved her
like the mother that you’ve never had
» Posted By Beebee On 12.02.2012 @ 8:45 am
Her mother’s breast millk
pouring into an open mouth
salty and sweet
full of nutrients needed for a healthy mind to grow
until there is another mother
and another baby
nature vs. nuture
so clearly at work
» Posted By Beebee On 04.12.2012 @ 8:56 pm
His voice beckons me in that taunting tone of his, the one constantly questioning my judgement. “Crystal! Crystal….come on now you can’t be serious.” But I am. I am, I am dead serious.
» Posted By BeeBee On 12.10.2011 @ 3:31 pm
“I need some advice, Joanne…I’m begging you.” I glare at him haughtily. “How dare you? You have some incredible nerve to come here and ask me for help, ME, of all people, I was there for you when you lost everything, you know that? How do you repay me Mike, how?” His eyes dropped down defeatedly. It put a smile on my face.
» Posted By BeeBee On 10.16.2011 @ 7:13 am
“You have an awful lot of conviction about this. ” I nodded, silently biting my lip. “I’m ready this time, I swear Josh.” He took my hands in his own and rubbed little circles on the inside of palms distractedly. “I don’t know Babe..”
» Posted By BeeBee On 10.12.2011 @ 5:22 am
I curl inside the warmth of you
hidden within the maternal fold
waiting for that one moment
when I shall see light for the first time
and take my first shaking steps
and leaping in it
and bounding with newfound exertion.
» Posted By Beebee On 09.16.2011 @ 2:33 pm
It moves beneath your notice
with little legs that move independently
though its mind is that of the hive
moving as one
merely one dancer in a single troupe.
To gather food
to kill its prey
they’re all the same
» Posted By Beebee On 09.06.2011 @ 3:13 pm
It moves in hazy crazy lines
with no pattern to them but the faintest scents
and finds its way and winds its way to the sugar food it loves
and carries the burden on its back to its queen
not the queen it loves, but the queen its forced to serve beneath the iron will of the colony.
» Posted By Beebee On 09.05.2011 @ 4:44 pm
A pile of bones
not quite bleached
still with the trappings of sinew and bone
behind the white picket fence
under the fertilized roses and orchids
but not the wildflowers
they don’t belong in the garden
she was a wildflower
too wild for this woman
who stabbed her with a spade
under the roses
her fertilizer is all-natural, she says.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.23.2011 @ 2:12 pm
When I was young, my daddy would play
the Beatles music, soft and bouncy
like the sheets that were tents
under glow-in-the-dark sticker stars.
“She’s gotta ticket to ride
but she don’t care!”
and I didn’t understand,
» Posted By Beebee On 07.22.2011 @ 7:47 pm
She grasped the slim piece of paper in her hand, worrying it between her fingers, twisting it. Her future was there – so close. Just one step and she’d be out of this cow town, to the city and lights and freedom and smog.
She turned to him and buried her face in his shirt. “I can’t go.”
» Posted By Beebee On 07.22.2011 @ 7:45 pm
Sticks and stone may break my bones
but words will never hurt me
except they do.
They break your soul and crush it into dust
beneath the endless volley of rocks
and the abject horror of a person
left alone in the cold
» Posted By Beebee On 07.17.2011 @ 3:22 pm
harsh with the smell of smoke
curls in tendrils through my lungs
and I hate that smell
and I’m scared of you
and though the scent unlocks memories of condominiums and easy chairs
I cannot like you for what you breathe.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.16.2011 @ 1:01 pm
One speaks in the first person
and one does not drop
the mask of perfection
not even for a moment
and never does one
kilt up one’s skirts, kick up one’s heels
and run through sunlit fields, hair flowing, skin glowing
in a thoroughly unladylike manner.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.13.2011 @ 4:20 pm
First, there was a cough.
Then, a slight fever.
Then the blueish cast to the skin, the greenish pus, and then the violent convulsions and bleeding from every orifice.
Death was a blessing at that point, for if you survived, you did not live. You merely existed, wandering with unseeing eyes, unfeeling hands, and a brain unable to process the horror of the bodies around you.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.12.2011 @ 1:57 pm
She stares at the small stick
and yet fearing.
She knows what would happen if she placed it beneath her
here, while he sleeps in the next bed
after a night like many nights
which is why she is here in the first place.
and yet she hopes
and, thinking of painted walls and mobiles,
» Posted By Beebee On 07.09.2011 @ 11:31 am
no man is an island
and how right they are.
The sailors had the right idea:
they know all too well the need for contact
the reaffirmation of existence
and so when they, who were alone already
abandoned to the wilds of storms
and who knew the touch of lashes and the fear of keelhauls
left someone alone
to live or die without existence
they knew the torture it would be
and that no better punishment could be devised.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.07.2011 @ 3:16 pm
preferable to red
the garish sight of blood
the brightly painted lanterns.
Who wants to see that harsh color
so gaudy for such a scene
when maroon is a deeper, mature glow
with darkness in its passion
and moonlight in its shadows
no over-cheery cherry red here
» Posted By Beebee On 07.07.2011 @ 3:11 pm
It starts as a single line
and from that line
each one from an origin
each one from the same root.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.05.2011 @ 4:45 pm
He took me by the hand
and with his hands he touched me.
And though I do not love him
nor did love him
he helped me
because he made me see that there was more to life
than living separated by cloth and glass
and let me love you
love you more fully
and more completely
than I have ever done before.
» Posted By Beebee On 07.04.2011 @ 11:48 am
If you want my honest opinion
the truth sucks.
Who wants to know their deepest flaws
their untold scars
their histories and their blood and tears
and have their soul
bared to the knife of daylight
that’s what the truth is
because lies are thin protection
against the cold of honesty.
» Posted By Beebee On 06.30.2011 @ 9:43 pm
wade in the water, children.
try not to drown, children,
though the water is only ankle
and now to your waist
but keep wading
to your neck
but keep wading
until it is over your head
drowning is never sudden
but done slowly
» Posted By Beebee On 06.29.2011 @ 12:15 pm
I see you
and my heart
like a magnet is embedded in my chest
and you are north and I am south
and I know that soon
I will forget you
and linger after someone else’s face
maybe this time you will be my south and I your north
and we can cling together
heart to heart.
» Posted By Beebee On 06.28.2011 @ 2:18 pm
I feel your hand
warm and soft
in secret places
and though it is only imagination
and only my hand
I can’t help but see your body
your slender, supple poise
but never your face
your face is merely a shadow
a shadow that will not disperse
until my lust is no more lust
» Posted By Beebee On 06.27.2011 @ 6:15 pm
The swords of the animal kingdom
now resting as the chair
of some petty lord
who doesn’t know the way they were
when they were worn by something nobler than he
and when they flashed
red with spilt blood
and when they fell
with their lord’s death.
» Posted By Beebee On 06.25.2011 @ 3:27 pm
All our cells
alone, they are just pieces of a grand machine
together, they are life.
We do not appreciate
and though we are made of them
we do not acknowledge
» Posted By Beebee On 06.21.2011 @ 4:53 pm
I cannot say with certainty
what the future holds.
Though many minds have said you can guess
I do not claim to
nor do I dare hope to voice my dreams
of houses and a life of pillows and words
as much as I wish to know.
» Posted By Beebee On 06.20.2011 @ 3:57 pm
My parents say that I am
and that I should respect you
even if we don’t agree.
But you know what?
If you don’t do the same
to the millions of people already under the shroud of oppression
to the people who are gay or trans or female
then why should I?
» Posted By Beebee On 06.19.2011 @ 6:25 am
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“Smile though your heart is aching
smile even though it’s breaking,”
goes the song that lives by smiles
and life by smiles
though it doesn’t know the harshness of the world
and forgets how hard it is to smile.
» Posted By Beebee On 06.16.2011 @ 11:37 am