Twitterpoetry

Thoughtful response to another reminder to beware, after hearing of one more fake suicide.

single crystalline white petal
unfolds the truth
glows inside a white fire
diamond heart which shatters
with your pure voice.

~

Don't!
Lie to me
Tell me the truth
Leave me
Do!
I see you
You need me
I know you
Never!
Say I love you
Walk away, no goodbye.

~

I (don't) believe in you
You are (no) different
So (dis)honest
You love me (not)
My mind is (never) made up
Truth is (un)real

~

My hands shook my knees too
My eyes darted, where to?
Hide or run away, there is no place
like Here to Stay, Stand Firm.

~

MIA said Do You Care?
SAD replied No.
And yet too much.

~

Love
Not Test.

~

Sue Is Siding with Loveless
Life is Scorning Sue
The thing to do?

~

Depression damp and heavy
Blanket
my mind rusts to the truth
which used to be sharp
Poison Tipped Shiny Dagger
in your hands.

~

Closed doors bar my mind entry
into the Night before
The hinges rust off and I am free
to see inside it is not pretty 

~

The cloak of anonymity discarded
for the secret of being me.

~

A mind sparkles, aflame and aflare
Brightening the night, with blinding glare
Eyes close in peace
Not one missed jigsaw piece

~

Your mind has encompassed the world
and lazily traverses it 100 times a day
while plodders stumble and toil
on their own soil

~

In dark hours your voice is a strong lifeline of presence
While shivering your words shelter me
A fire ignites in my heart

~

don't worry I'm still here no suicide note I see you care
and yet it's all a dream because I do not believe you know me

~

The aching need to find the truth of who cares at all,
who cares the most, deeply strangles my red raw throat,
I die, you cry

~

Adoring fans won't admit the betrayal
True friends growl and turn away
Inside my fishbowl
Silently watch
Cold watery truth

~

home calls
urgent incessant nagging
tugging at my heartstrings
pulling at my conscience
meowing at the window
Open the door!

~

Pick up a book
chew on a pen
throw down a thought
chew it again

The maid, the mistress, the mattress, the missus

His youthful bride
is now as common
as the toilet seat
Complete with ups and downs

He is fed up
with wiping under the rim

Sterile gloves rolled carefully
on upright fingers
he preps himself
With cheap bubbly smile

Outside, he braces himself
as turbid sky reflects a feral gaze
through smeared hotel room window

He blinks twice
as it crosses his inflamed mind
how many guests tramped in before him
He lies on faded bedspread
and sinks heavily
into
lost spring
of an aging mattress.

She’s seen better days.
And stolen honey
on moonless nights.

Heaving an impotent sigh
he thrusts out ungloved hand
Straightens his cover roughly
A cursory gesture.

Presses a crumpled dirty note
into the maid’s waiting plump hand
She stuffs her shallow reward
down a gaping pocket
and moistens her lips
Dampness appears
on her torrid brow.

As she exerts herself
to rhythmically churn
her mop through turgid grey water
Stinking of disinfectant.

A young widow rocks in her fireside chair
watery eyes fixed on starry night
outside her transparent window

He produces a smile
and plants his foot firmly
inside the door
Leaving soiled boots, discarded,
lying brazenly
in the fresh winter chill of the porch

~

In response to Rack and Smile’s reblogged post, “Always A Mistress, Never a Mrs,” reviewed by Opinionated Man at HarsH ReaLity

Justice

My name is Wisdom.

I am my mother’s son.

Too many stole my name

treated it with contempt

discarded it with savage grins

Now I wear it in pain.

My name is Horror

I am closer than your skin

My home is the cage your heart is trapped within

I am tended to by psychopaths

whose gilded tongues beguile

those who keep on choosing

to believe in all their lies.

My name is Shame

I am your name.

Your name is Honour

You have dug out from your grave

Faced the sunlight

With eyes pure and bright

Exposing grim remains

The evidence before the Court

kills off laughter

murders jest

Horror, Shame and Indifference

are sorely put to the test.

Wisdom stands to the side

Weighing up the case in hand

Grinners and beguilers

are hatefully held in contempt

as the scales tip the balance

and pain slips to the other side.