the glass window in the small apartment bathroom (Pastoral)

my eyes are met with a stranger.

their flaws seem to be contrasted by their beauties.

the sill of this window between me and them is cluttered

with toothpaste globs, the hair we share, and ash from our last smoke.

the foreign body mocked my every move haunting what it will follow next.

the outsider looked quite like me.

the wanderer also aged like me, had fine lines on their face like me, frizzy hair like me, and a story for every scar I could see on their body.

was I the onlooker I asked myself as I put a story to her face.

I am growing.

 

Pixie

All of my favorite things is where I’d find you in another life.

 

Unnamed Haiku

Spring

Snow turns to puddles

The yellow flowers bloom through

The clouds spring the sun.

 

The rays warm my skin.

I am the break of the year.

The two weeks are near.

 

“The Yellow Wallpaper” Creative Writing Book of Poetry

 

Vintage

The creaking floors contrast with my quiet cries,

I can only distract myself from the awful dye,

Why Why WHY,

Oh, dear husband why don’t you save me,

Oh dear brother how have you betrayed me?

Sister, please see my cries,

I am not hoping to die.

Oh, sister help me break free.

Oh, mister why won’t you help me?

 

Vomit Haiku

That ugly yellow,

My stomach churns at its sight,

Get it away now.

 

I am now with one.

My lungs are congested with dust, 

I must get away I must,

My heart is crowded with mites,

I am left with my demons all night, 

The woman stares back at me,

Pleading and grieving to me,

I must get her out,

What is reflecting on me?

 

Husband

Oh, dear husband please forgive me,

As I am not the woman you believed me to be,

I am ill,

I am sick,

I know I’ve turned into a grimy witch,

Oh, dear husband please forgive me,

I know I can’t be the mother you expected me to be,

My body is broken and my heart is torn, 

The daughter I’ve born has become a thorn,

Oh, dear husband please forgive me,

I am mentally, 

I am no longer sentimental.

 

Woman

The air is stolen from my lungs and my words are twisted from my lips,

I cannot speak about what has changed not only below my hips,

My body is withered along with my mind,

My soul becomes hopeless and I lose track of time,

I’m punished as a prisoner I have lost my will,

I am no longer human, nor human, nor a person too,

I am a woman,

I am known for my nature and nurture,

To live in a perfect world,

I am a woman,

No room for illness but only internal hell.

 

Mother and Daughter

Oh, dear mother,

Why must I bleed,

Why I must be pretty,

Why must I be glee,

Why I must be me.

 

Oh, dear daughter,

I give you these standards,

They’re not made by me,

But it’s who you must be.

 

Oh, dear mother,

Where do you go?

Why must I do this alone?

 

Oh, dear daughter,

I cannot be near,

I will disappear,

It’s your time to nurture,

Your time to care,

I am no longer there.

 

Oh, dear mother,

Who have I become?

Have I been like a mother all along?

Why am I broken?

Why am  I madden?

Why am I miserable?

Why must I become a mother-to-be?

 

The Wall Sonnet

My sanity, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you prowl,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the outside owl.

 

Let me compare you to a sane balloon.

You are more sleepless, sorrowful, and odd.

The caged sun heats the lucid peaches of June,

And summertime has the engaged cape cod.

 

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I hate you trapped crazed and solitary.

Thinking of your age saddened fills my days.

My hate for you is the enraged nary.

 

Now I must away with an outraged heart,

Remember my gaged words whilst we're apart.

 

Fungi

In the room, my breath goes heavy,

The air becomes damp,

I refuse to light the lamp,

As I return to be faced with the tramp,

The paper begins to curl and wave,

I don’t think she’ll behave,

The dull dark mold, 

That is hidden to be called gold,

The fungi that caress the wall,

It’s become so tall,

My lungs configure to the bacteria,

Feels as if I’m living in Assyria,

The mildew and decay reflect my inside array,

Mycelium covers my body,

I soon have become a nobody.

 

The Scent Haiku

The scent burns my nose,

No, I cannot let it go,

It’s here I know it.

 

The one who Listens

Dear Diary,

Dear notebook,

Dear pen and paper,

Dear listener,

Hear my pleas,

Hear my pain,

Understand this torture,

Understand this disdain,

I cannot stand to mother, 

I cannot stand to wife,

I cannot stand the child,

Please forgive my sin,

Please remove my pain,

I cannot bear a child,

Nor can I bear man.

I sincerely my words,

That no longer becomes heard,

I am again silent,

The tension is too thick to slice it,

I am alone,

I am one,

I am solemn,

I am quiet,

I am earnest,

I am honest,

Please don’t prey on me,

For my punished mind,

And silenced soul,

Goodbye, my friend,

Time to hush conscience.

 

Creep

The walls crawl around me at night,

Watching me as their prey,

My predator is nearby,

Ready to strike me slain,

I creep along the corners,

Tip-toeing around the edges,

However I am only the prey,

Am I must be hunted,

And the prey becomes one with the predator,

Or the predator becomes the prey.

 

Looking Back at You

My true self is buried within these walls,

I can no longer linger between the halls,

Free me now let me be,

I truly am left with no glee,

My dear John,

You must move on,

Let me out,

Let me go,

Free me now let me be,

Don’t let these yellow walls withhold me.

 

What Came First?

Chicken or the egg?

Even those with wisdom still question this.

Parent or child?

Child before parent?

How can one be without the other?

To be a parent without a child isn’t possible, 

but rather a child without a parent could be.

Who are we supposed to pick? 

Blame? 

Choose?

Chicken or the egg?

Blame the parent or the child?

One exists without the other?

Chicken or the egg?

 

Strong Minds

The strongest minds are seen to be the smallest ones.

Innocence prevents the need for ignorance and earning hate.

Strong minds are the most malleable even with age.

Strong minds change not because of the day, 

but instead of the implications for the “correct” ways.

 

Passing of Time

My eyes follow the clock hand,

Circles are burned into my eye glands,

I prey on the hand as if I’m going to pounce,

My heart pumps with each ounce,

The clock isn’t what scares me,

It's the time that destroys me.

Where did the time go?

Was it just 2018 five years ago?

I realized I’m older now,

But I’m still watching the clock with a hook in my brow.

 

Strawberry Baskets

The hot sun burns our necks,

As we prick our fingers among tiny spiky flecks,

The red juice spills down our arms,

We hover in awe rather than fear of the harm,

Starstruck in curiosity we watch the fields shiver,

Looking between the thin slivers,

The thick red juice spills down the fields.

It’s as red as our necks, cheeks, and berries.

But a lot thicker than the jam we are carrying.

My strawberry basket is filled with plump fruit,

But watching the animal deflate made me recruit.

 

School of Fish

The school becomes larger and larger,

 Before it becomes smaller and smaller.

My friends and I were getting bigger and bigger,

But we were getting more vigor.

However, a school of fish doesn’t survive for long.

The school will break and one another will not get along.

We see siblings eat each other,

Friends kill in one way or another.

Although not all instances of blood are shed,

The school of fish quickly fled.

 

Children of the World

Playgrounds use to not be a place of danger,

Swings are filled with happy smiles,

Leaves and sticks are made in piles,

But every corner is turned there is anger,

Propaganda covers the walls,

Even in the bathroom, stalls.

One opinion over the right,

Even beliefs create more fright.

Children are shown how to survive,

Rather than have the ability to play on slides.

 

Bella Swan (Persona)

Trickling rain mattes my wings down to my sides,

The sun disappears behind trees filled with mystery,

My attempt to escape is failed due to my insecurity,

eyes are burned into the back of me,

I am prey, lust, and hunted.

But who am I to say as I once began hunting my killer,

His skin is ice cold,

Pale and beautiful as it glimmers from the dead sun,

I could have eaten him if I had had the hesitation of being eaten first.

My blood turns hot around him my heart beating in who will kill first?

 

Medusa (Persona)

How could I betray you, my goddess?

With skin so soft and beautiful.

With a mind so wise and righteous.

Oh, why do you punish your own?

I once was a woman with skin not made of scales, 

And features as womanly as yours.

Oh, why Athena? Why?

My heart still breaks over the jealousy and doubt,

As I have been painted as the villain,

My wrath will fall far from this temple,

As my goddess I will still love you, pray to you, and enjoy you.

Just know you are wrong and like your brother. 

You and Ares are not so far apart after all…

 

Unnamed (Ekphrasis)

 

I am your prey,

It is expected I obey.

I am the founded fawn,

Escaping near or around dawn.

I am the feed to fill the void,

I am running from who I can avoid,

You shoot me in arrows deep to cover your sin,

I am no longer,

But rather a ponder,

I was a woman,

Chase by the fear to behave,

I was the game, I was destined to be tamed,

You killed my identity,

Who I was truly supposed to be.

Unnamed (Ekphrasis)

The girl shows innocence from head to toe,

Until it is shown the unknown.

The masked girl is not really dead,

But rightly task with her disfigured head.

The yellow flower blooms in her hand,

Only to help lead those from an undead land.

Dark skies contrast with the power

That the girl holds within the flower.

All alone let this day be,

Hello, my family, I will come to see you glee.

Unnamed (Multiple Ekphrasis poems with no images)

Image 1

I am fire.

I am liquid.

My body can fit in the palm of your hand.

I’m the air that plants itself in unwanted land.

I am solid.

I am Earth.

 

Image 2

But tomorrow is unknown.

I slither away from my own.

Vastly and sly I do not cry,

But tomorrow is unknown.

 

Image 3

And I will forget the emptiness of that home,

Barren walls will not define who I am to become,

The dusted sill of windows

Will not mock me as a widow

I will forget you who left me alone,

Left in such an empty home.

 

Image 4

But know one will ever know my catalyst to change,

I blossom out from the most delicate bud,

I shed from a cloth made from mud,

My transitions are who made me be,

I’m not your average bee,

The softness of my new skin shed from the years of pain,

No one can touch but eyes can be laid,

I let my arms turn into wings,

I no longer let the past of you hold onto me.

 

“The Metamorphisis” Creative Writing Book of Poetry

Gregor Samsa (Persona Poem)

Time passes like light

My days stretch all the way into the night

The bones of my body harden as if I had an exoskeleton

The skin that once was pink turned gray

I soon felt myself drift away

Sunlight bounced off the picture of the feminine figure in my room

Dancing in the corners occupied with dust

I always ached but today was different

I always had poor vision but today was different

I always struggled to get out of bed but today was different

I was paralyze

Not from a demon but something more demonic 

It was till then I knew what I had become or may I say became

The six appendages that lifted me from the cold hardwood scared me greater than the war

My atenas could sense the bang of my inflexible body alerting my family

Only separating them was an old oak door and my metamorphosis.

 

Villanelle No Name

The love we share is forbidden,

I am your knight and you are mine,

I hate that we must stay hidden.

 

Banished away into my den,

I call for your name my prince,

For my punishment is beholden,

 

I scream my love for you as if I am a burden, Oh dear prince my knight in armor,                    

I am well presented by my handmaiden.

 

Without you my love I am bedridden,

I will go to the depths of the earth for you,

My death will leave the kingdom sadden.

 

You will find me passed in the garden,

I am your knight and you are mine.

The love we share was forbidden.