Poem: Lunes – “Keep Your Hands To Yourself” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #gigil



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Aunty no, leave my chubby —

Cheeks alone don’t, 

Pinch them; I hate it! 

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But I’m six- years-old, 

You don’t listen, 

My words have no value.

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I’m but a child to you, 

One who should, 

Be seen, but not heard.

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Mom says it’s your generation, 

But you make, 

Me feel as if I —

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Cannot breathe when you squeeze, 

Me in your, 

Flabby old arms and get —

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Lipstick all over my face, 

I’m a boy, 

Aunt Laurel; I don’t need —

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Your horrible lipstick stains on —

My face because, 

My friends tease me later.

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But mostly I wish you’d,

Stop pinching my, 

Cheeks; it hurts and I —

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Hate you, cigarette scented woman.

You tortured my —

Cousins; now you torture me.

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No one ever taught you, 

Keep your hands —

To yourself; Next time I’ll —

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Throw off your wrinkled hands, 

And show you, 

This little boy; he bites.

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Poem: Tankas – “Nooked” 


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You damaged me,

 Running into me that night.

Long ago laughing.

I embraced you on sight and, 

I wasn’t even nervous.

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You cut into me, 

There’s no way from damage I —

Could recover now, 

Hit by navy eyes, 

Broken by your smile.

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You made me bleed-out, 

As we became much closer, 

You were my steady–

Rock; my foundation solid, 

I believed in you, in us.

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You may as well have, 

Torn out my heart from my chest, 

Such trouble you gave, 

Sipping kisses from my lips, 

Arguing stopped; more blissing.

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Your cure all for all, 

The sadness, the splintered soul, 

Holding me tight when, 

Love’s making halted a while,

Caring how you made me feel.

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Your worst crime is your, 

Deception; how I pass you —

And you see my eyes, 

Smarting still from being blind,

Brittle pieces tapped together.

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Stabbed by your bass voice, 

Whispering pleas, in dark.

Searching for the truth.

Finding only that you killed me, 

As you loved; the little death.

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Smothering with fondness,

Never realizing love needs, 

Space to grow, flourish.

Became suffocating your, 

Word, your constant touch beloved.

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I died inside with, 

Prayers falling from lips you, 

Bit last torrid night.

If space could give me freedom, 

You’d agree, find the solution.

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Should we continue,

Though I know you love me dear, 

I’ll die fast smothered, 

Let us both relax in light.

You near, touching me, all times.

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Let us both breathe from, 

The days we both couldn’t be, 

Five seconds apart, 

Let us be even closer,

Distance, draws a deeper love

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Reflection as we, 

Seek skin and curves and muscles.

Beautiful to be close.

Never ever far away, 

Face in your neck; nooked near.

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