The Beds and the “Bih”s

Have you ever seen a flower cry because they aren’t being eaten up and feasted on by parasites? Well, I have.

My best fairy tale was the Ugly Duckling
because I felt her every pain.

I was the flower with thorns
that no man wanted to touch,
and while the other flowers had butterflies
and bees and birds circling
them and perching on them,
none of them came that close to me.
Their pollination took place
at the wrong time, of course;
they multiplied before they were fruitful.

And what about the butterflies
and the bees and the birds?
Well, they all went away after a while.

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Miss Badlee Hurte

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You can’t write me down in history
if we have no history;
you can’t say “there was a time”
if there was no “there” there.
You can’t bite my lips
if I don’t kiss you.
Every other Badlee Hurte
took a cup of caution.
Not me, I drank two.

The featured painting was created by Daria Ts, in the year 2010.

It’s Not Right

“I know my right” today,
“I know my right” tomorrow.
One day, your right will be
all you have left.

 

It’s your right to not give your chair up for a person with a disability, and it’s your right to not let a car merge in front of you, but these are examples of instances where you can display good attitudes as an individual and a citizen.

 

Death in Shining Armour

Death didn’t spare my previous knight
on his way to meet me,
so he became death.
He died; 
he was dead inside.
He broke hearts and ripped souls,
but I welcomed him with open arms.
Totally rejecting the idea that
he was completely dead,
I tried to fix his wounds.
He snatched my heart and broke it in six,
and I let myself die the 6th time.

Look, I am very quickly becoming death;
so, find another queen.
My flowers are not yours to wet;
my heart’s not yours to win.


Note:
Your knight was/is not Death, queen;
your real knight will come!

 

Love Addict 2

Love will make you sad,
it’ll turn you bad,
and it’ll drive you mad,
if it’s given to you in dribs and drabs.

Us is Dead

Why do I miss you so much
if you are right beside me?
You are gone from you,
you are gone from me.
Your eyes don’t recognize me anymore,
I can’t see myself in them.
You’re alive,
and I’m alive,
but Us is dead;
Us is not on this bed.