Poem: Free Verse –  “Words Which Can’t Be Snatched” #amwriting #poetry #badday


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The walls close in, I cannot breath.
Sitting inhaling between my legs, 

My breathe is short, my throat constricted.

I will not play the victim, 

Though anxiety and stress, 

Isn’t something I handle well because —

A sickness lives and hurts me. 

It’s not clear to everyone, 

You can appear and sound well, 

Yet, be caught in the Guinea Pig’s wheel, 

Some kind of rotating Hell. 

Release me from prison, I’m praying for help, 

My God, my God, I feel alone. 

A need to get this pain off of my chest, 

I can’t breathe, feel asphyxiated. 

Such tears redden my eyes, blank and bloodshot;

A blue so grey, it’s the eye of the suffocating storm. 

You think it’s safe, but a dark madness comes fast, 

Shaking you off your feet.

Turning you to mush, dust, particles of air.

Aren’t we all atoms, building cells — at a smaller level? 

What makes it so such atoms making cells form a being, 

A pin cushion to be stabbed? 

While cells of blood splash unto the floor.

Forsake me not, 

Terrible days come out of nowhere. 

I cannot think, I have no words.

Head pounding, a drums beat, 

I think I might throw-up. 

Careless words written, make me ill,

Shake my foundation, 

Take away my control.

You have no clue how I feel. 

After all these years, you believe you’ve solved me?  

You’ve only picked a lock, in a chain of locks locked.

But you hurt with your writing — why didn’t you ask? 

You’re shaking my world, I have no strength, 

I’m not in the place you think I am. 

You rock my foundations, I’m not doing well. 

Answer me this, how could you think

Fatigue such as mine goes away, by blinking? 

You haven’t solved the riddle, 

You cause me great problems.

And a horrible day doesn’t end, 

Tone of voice, sets off tears again.

You don’t treat me like an adult, only a child —

Because I’m forever screwing up.

I want out but, how do I escape? 

For I find I’ve built, my own prison. 

And you tighten the chains, 

Until breath and blood flow flicker out, 

Until everything which matters blows apart.

Until in the sky, floats clouds, sunbeams radiant, 

And the Eagles take me flying on their backs.

And I escape to poetry, 

Such words which can’t be snatched. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

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Poem: Spanx


It doesn’t matter the point in history you’re from;

Whether you wore corsets, girdles, or wear spanx.

Woman are always trying to look like they have a thinner waist;

Or, maybe men like them that way?

There’s no point in denying, we are killing our insides,

When we wear ‘shape wear’ day in and out;

To smooth all the bumps and curves,

To make are tummies flat and are thighs thin.

Thank you spanx for all you’ve done.

Your leggings and jeans hold everything in,

And when I choose to wear a dress,

It’s great that I can’t breathe or eat,

You have really set the bar high for what we should look like,

You’re just trying to make women perfect,

And suck the life out of our beauty standards.

When we suffer to be beautiful.

When we suffer to be thin.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.