Wading through soggy Lucky Charms, I push aside horseshoes, clovers, and tasty red balloons to begin counting stars. - marandarussell.com
Poetry – Counting Stars
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Poetry – Countdown
Six! (countdown) Five! (until) Four! (my) Three! (next) Two! (breakdown) One! DAMN.
Poetry – Playing Dirty
Where I come from
blood and names mean nothing
and sworn oaths even less.
But prized most of all
is that old art
of playing dirty -
so dirty
no one else
can even see the game.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Betrayal
You lost my faith
you lost my trust
and s-l-o-w-l-y
you drained
my interest
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – He Followed the Sea
He was the only one of us
who still followed the sea.
He was a wanderer,
who could abide
no stay-at-home
order
'til the sea
became his country.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Mental Reservation
Room for one, please. I'll be staying until further notice and will not require housekeeping.
Poetry – It Isn’t All It Might Be
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn't all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can't explain it at all - whether I guess right or wrong, I can't be the first to speak - or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire so much as to become nothing.
Poetry – There’s Been a Mistake
There's been a mistake somewhere. This is not how it was all supposed to go. You, over there laughing as I prick my finger on verbal razors. Me, bleeding, faking a smile wishing I could manage to be good just this once.
Poetry – Migraines Again
marble eye
bulging
out of its socket
stiff neck
coiling
thick as marine rope
dizzy nausea
swooning
drags me to the bed
hated pain
blazing
throws me into hell
again and again and again
and again and again and
again and again and again
and again and again and
