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 – 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 – 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
A Couple Short Instagram Poems
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3 New Elfchen Poems – Rock On, Ephemeral, Projection
Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and haven’t been feeling too good anyhow, so thought I would post tonight. Here are a few more elfchen poems for your reading pleasure (with a few slight poetry form rule breaks lol):
1.
Woosh!
Down the
electric slide feet
first and head banging.
Rock on!
2.
Captivating,
moonlight glinting
off a rocky
ocean shoreline, lonesome
yet ephemeral
3.
Projection
please stop
blaming others for
your own bad ideas –
evolve
Poetry: Narcissistic Games
She could never let me sleep.
That would put us
on equal footing
and allow me
to be fully awake
and aware.
Instead,
she would sneak into my room,
shake me awake
and cry loud, calculated tears
while I practiced
hiding my true feelings
and tried my hardest
to become a limp, gray rock
held barely out of reach.
