Until You are Satisfied

 

This sadness is a sickness

Gnawing at my reason

I can’t hear my own voice

So I climb into your open mouth

Looking for a stage from which to scream

Hoping for an answer to my questions

Your tongue drags me deeper

There I whisper to you my secrets

But my words you cannot hear

You swallow me whole

You didn’t realise your mouth was full

I float through your gurgling stomach

Alone feeling sicker and sicker

You can’t feel me even though I’m right there

I do all I can to keep you alive

Working the cogs and gears that move you

But you never notice my efforts

You don’t see that I am down here drowning

You drain me without thought

Until you are satisfied.

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Sail

Sometimes I start to talk and trip

over my words and return for another attempt

but they slip away and I just laugh

it’s nothing important anyway

next time I’ll find them, the words

I’ll say what I mean and mean exactly what I say

and they’ll hear me and understand

no, the same thing happens again

I start to tell them what’s on my mind

but I lose a word and stumble

my heart stammers and I panic

picking up any words I can to fill the silence

never finding the ones I meant to say

if I could just step aboard a tiny sailboat

surrender to the tide and the winds

wander over the oceans in purposeful quiet

the water has no need for conversation

the waves hold no judgement of lost words

this is where I take my mind

when words fail me and fall about the ground

far beyond the land where there is peace

where the waves crash like cats purring

giving me the strength to turn back

for the land might be treacherous

and the people there unforgiving

but it is home, far from this sail boat

and one day the words will find me there.

 


Daily Prompt from The Daily Post: Sail

 

Change

One step towards

another place

tapering further

on and on and –

stop to breathe

time is waiting

they are patient

not always kind

they shall wait

your return shines

hope and joy

the end is not in sight

never cross the finish

constantly flowing

new journeys

greet us with heart

warmth in mind

you will flourish

the world is yours.

 


 

 

For you.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Taper

Imaginary Boyfriend

If I had an imaginary boyfriend

life would be less complicated for sure

we’d walk along the beach together

take wild vacations all over the world

he would laugh at my jokes every time

and sing me to sleep on a winter’s night

he wouldn’t notice my morning breath

or think my feet are gross

he would be perfect and lovely

and –

nine years ago I killed him

nine years ago today

I cut off his head with a yes to a boy

who wasn’t quite so imaginary

today life can be complicated

but it’s ours, his and mine, just us two

with our cats and our laughter and our tears

walks to the shops through littered streets

through the same old city that we love

he thinks my jokes are terrible

and his singing drives me to distraction

our morning breath is terrible

and my feet aren’t all that great

he’s an odd ball a lovely odd ball

then again so am I

I’m glad I killed my imaginary boyfriend

because now I have someone real and he’s mine.

 


I’m really really tired so it’s probably not a good time to write a poem, but here we have a potentially creepy poem about me killing an imaginary person and having smelly breath. This is one to be regretted when I am reunited with sleep.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Imaginary