minor bouts of mania fun guy get things done depressed sit in dark room give me whatever I want clean the house contact reach out talkative grocery store line love me they all love me bulldoze you all
poem
Poetry – please let me go
Please let me go please let me go let me flicker out of existence for a while Let this heart still let this mind be silenced let these feelings fade until I can bear to face them again.
Poetry – Why do i
Why do I often find you staring at the moon with such desperate attraction, only to turn your back towards its soft rays of beckoning light; allowing your frigid feet to stumble forward and embrace the subtle call of the darkness pervading all the shadows before you?
Prose poetry – Jigsaw Puzzle
Last night, I dreamt I was a jigsaw puzzle – a background of deep, midnight blue, sprinkled with golden stars. Someone came along and broke me apart, my round edges curling up as they separated.
Thin fingers pierced the middle of each cardboard edge with green metal hooks, the kind used to hang Christmas bulbs. Each piece of me was then threaded and hung from the ceiling.
Soon, I found myself twisting and turning upon the whims of the air current – 500 paper flares, now a floating constellation.
Poetry – A Withering Smile
An icy glance a withering smile - and again you've shaken my faith for a while.
Poetry – Reverse Engineering
Most prefer the beginning
before the end,
but I offer
an alternative,
let's allow the end
to predict the beginning.
- marandarussell.com
*thanks to Jonathan Caswell for the title inspiration!
Poetry Bits – Titles
1) A name is given, a title is bestowed, a legacy is earned, but affection must be sowed. 2) Don't exchange what's vital simply for a title.
Poetry – What Would Maya Angelou Write?
What would Maya Angelou write? Something inspirational. Something bold & direct. Something that plays on your conscience. Something privileged ears need to hear. Something regal and hauntingly beautiful to your ears. What would Maya Angelou write? Something not quickly forgotten.
Poetry – Subterranean
It's only natural
to envy the birds
flying overhead,
when you build
for yourself
a subterranean
prison.
- marandarussell.com
Maranda Russell 