joeymarie74's blog: "Poetry"

I walk here

Among the tattered flesh,

The worn out bones,

The broken dolls and charred remains

Of innocence lost.Nightmare visions

That reside in me.

Twisted wreckage

Destruction, carnage

Memories eat away at all that I am.

There’s  a dog loose in the wood.

The wicked witch is dead.

Haunting, grisly images

Run rampant in my head.

What big teeth you have.

Childhood stories 

With not so happy endings.

Pain rips through my soul

As leaden skies let loose their burden.

I am drenched

In blood and tears and fire.

It is a beautiful June afternoon.  

The sun is shining.  

The birds are singing.  

There are neighborhood kids playing hopscotch.  

It is not the kind of day where anyone should have to cry.  

But, here she stands, 

Putting on her black dress, her black shoes, and her waterproof mascara.  

She is compartmentalizing.  

Car keys on the table, cell phone on the charger, daughter at the mortuary.  

Sixteen is too young to die.  

How does she say good-bye to the only good thing in her life?  

Walk to the front door, open the door, walk outside, and lock the door behind her.  

“Got to remember how to drive now,” she thinks.  

Open the door; close the door, key in the ignition, car into drive.  

Tears start.  

Turn right here, turn left there, car in park.  

“Can’t fall apart now”.  

Walk in the funeral home, nod politely to the condolences, and look in the casket.  

“Has to be a mistake, this can’t be happening”  

Look at her daughter’s face, know it is for the last time, and walk to the bathroom.  

“I can’t do this is”. 

Take the gun out of her purse, put the barrel in her mouth, and pull the trigger. 

Apathy
Children are dying.

Mothers are crying.

Homeless wander the streets.

Families split apart never again to meet.

The sick are moaning.

The jobless are groaning.

Still you sitIn front of your  TV

Not wanting to help

Just thinking “Thank God, it’s not me.”

Another teenaged girl finds she soon will be a mother

Another fight breaks out,

brother versus brother.

A little girl begs for food and a way out of her hell

While her mother lies strung out in a dirty, cheap motel.

Another patient finds he soon will die of AIDS.

Racism and hate crimes still make many so afraid.

Still you sit

In front of your  TV

Not wanting to help

Just saying “Thank God, it’s not me.”

The air is so bad; you don’t want to take a breath.

The truth in life lies only in the truth of death.

Another baby’s aborted an inhuman sacrifice

While in research labs, they’re using more than mice.

We sell our souls cheap, for another laugh, another thrill.

The monsters we help create ravage, rape, and kill.

And still you sit

In front of your  TV

Not wanting to help

Just yelling “Thank God, it’s not me.”

The water once so plentiful isn’t safe to drink.

Because of our stupidity many animals are extinct.

We step on our neighbors just to get ahead.

We actively destroy ourselves without a trace of dread.

Everywhere we look, our indifference shows.

What can tomorrow bring? No one really knows.

Now as you sit 

In front of your  TV

I want you to scream“MY GOD!!! That could be me.”

Hollow

When reason falls

And logic falters

When pleasure dulls

And pain fades to an ache

When joy is gone

And anger follows close behind.

What is left?

Floodgates

I've got a tenuous grasp on my sanity

Holding tight to reality

But I don’t know how long it will last.

My feelings are like a flood

Heat in my blood

I know its all coming too fast.

My dreams that lay dormant inside

I have no reason to hide.

You've given me myself back.

I've got to be strong,

Try to hold on

So under the deluge I don’t crack.

The Way

Stand before me And be baptized in my blood.

You've made me you savior

Now you crucify with your eyes.

You look to me for your dreams

But I'm not your sandman.

You look to me for your wishes

But I'm not your genie.

You look to me for you prayers

But I'm not your angel.

So cut off my wings

And set me free.

They are heavy and they weigh me down.

 Take my halo .

Its bent and tarnished beyond use.

Give me back my will.

Just let me be.

If I tear out your eyes

Will you still look at me that way?

If I rip out your tounge 

Will you have a thing to say?

If I burn out your heart

Will you give your hope?

You look to me for the answers

Which I do not know. I am not the way, the truth or the life.

I'm just me.

So take me down from this cross.

My blood is not your salvation

And my flesh is still my own.