Day of the Dead / Night of the Devil

Day of the Dead / Night of the Devil

A Poem by Colette
"

a Halloween experience

"

 

 


I f**k everything up / the pie
no brown sugar / for my brown sugar
no crust / wrong shell
hell
More time cleaning up / than clearing up
the energy
that pulled him here / that pushes him away

I want to impress / to decompress

to touch soft / love mellow
yellow / everywhere / to symbolize


Happiness


What is it?
No one ever knows 'til it's too late / so I wait
to no avail / jail / feels like what I'm in
because I did find out / what "it" is
but, I can't obtain it / fully

Slivers of my piece of the pie

not even satisfactory
though I try

I'm a ghost in this land of the unknowing

Even when I blurt it out / paint it / create it
demonstrate it
I'm unheard / unseen / nothing but awkwardness
showing

It would be easier if I could think

walk / talk
dream of a future / like them
but, I can't.

I'm spilled over / peeled off / sliced

chewed up / spit out
discarded like trash / recycled
too many times

I watch lesbians build families / scouts build fires

burn what's meant to stay semi-whole
signs everywhere looking for new hires

I'm strong as titanium / as weak as these old, falling leaves

No one knows what to do with me / And,
I don't know how to sit still / I'm not addicted to a pill
or alcohol / or, otherwise



It's the simple things that give me thrills



Perhaps I'm meant to remain alone in this life?

Feeding squirrels peanuts / walking an incognito cat on a leash
Because, I don't think I'm designed to merge
with these humans



completely.

© 2012 Colette


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"I'm a ghost in this land of the unknowing"

This piece...shining darkness, resigned pain.

The jigsaw piece with the unusual, jagged edges. Glittering and hard as diamond, so impossible to imagine a perfect fit...

And for that jigsaw piece, off-the-rack, almost good enough - Isn't good enough.
It never will be, and it shouldn't be.

Filing down those sharp, lovely edges so that one can fit with the thousands of smooth cobblestones - Unthinkable, obscene.

Better to be alone and still with you.

Amazing, perfect write. Thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow! I'm just seeing everyone's comments now...thank you all! Ev...lol RainQueen..i bow in appreciation. Chasity...luv u

Posted 12 Years Ago


i love this poem cg

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I'm a ghost in this land of the unknowing"

This piece...shining darkness, resigned pain.

The jigsaw piece with the unusual, jagged edges. Glittering and hard as diamond, so impossible to imagine a perfect fit...

And for that jigsaw piece, off-the-rack, almost good enough - Isn't good enough.
It never will be, and it shouldn't be.

Filing down those sharp, lovely edges so that one can fit with the thousands of smooth cobblestones - Unthinkable, obscene.

Better to be alone and still with you.

Amazing, perfect write. Thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I Love you...Please, marry me. ;)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 11, 2011
Last Updated on September 17, 2012
Tags: Halloween, Devil's Night, relationships, solitude, black cat

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Colette
Colette

Phoenix, AZ



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