Sunday, June 22, 2008

Violence

I broke up with him a few months ago

and ever since

he's been stalking me every day

"As long as he's not violent

 there's not much we can do"

the police say

and

"Try not to worry

 he'll probably get tired of this soon"

after they told him to leave here in a hurry

 

Here we are sitting in his car

after he ambushed me from behind

I managed to cut loose once

but I didn't get very far

He's looking at the gun

and says

"I know you won't be coming home"

and

"Life means nothing without you

 but I don't want to go alone"

 

I can see in his eyes when he looks at me

that this is not a bluff

and as he points the gun towards my head

only one thought sinks in

 I wonder if this is violent enough

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Thyroid Butterfly

The Butterfly inside my neck went wild

and tried to free himself

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leaving me in a frenzy

and making me sick

until they clipped his wings

and I was alright again

at least for a while

 

But butterflies that cannot fly

will wither away

and eventually die

He left me feeling

weak and old before my time

took all my strength

and joie de vivre

when he said goodbye

 

Now living without that colourful guy

is harsh and bleak

and at times not worth while

but I refuse to give up

and thus I fight with all I've got

and struggle on

and maybe someday

I'll be back on top

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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A Day So Unkind

Just an ordinary morning

breakfast

kiss

and off to school

One last wave before the bend

and gone

her long hair flapping in the wind

 

A day like everyday

chores

groceries

and preparing dinner

She's late

where could she be

another worried peer along the street

 

Calling everyone

nothing

nowhere

no one knows for sure

Growing feelings of unease

with every hour climbing

finally calling the police

 

Lost without a trace

last seen going home

missing ever since

it's been more than a week

Forever etched in my mind

her last wave before the bend

on a day so unkind

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Thursday, June 05, 2008

Tonight's Moonlit Bed

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and held you in its pale blue light

while you wept and moaned

in dream infested sleep

 

Awoken by your nightly sorrows

I'd used to hold you close

and caress your stubborn curls

while moonshine kissed your restless lips

 

Slowly you'd calm down and slumber

in harmony with my soothing breast

until aurora spread her mighty wings

and concluded our nightly duet

 

Never once did you want to give tongue

to what battles you fought

in those grim and moony hours

and I could only guess

 

Like I'm guessing now

for the reasons as to why you've left

and wonder who's arms will hold you

in tonight's moonlit bed

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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You'll Never Know

You tell me you're sure I'm tough enough

to take the blow

regain my strength

and get back on my feet again

or else you wouldn't go

 

But what do you know

 

You're the one who never bothered

to look behind the masks I wear

both day and night

never dug deep into my soul and felt the despair

clinging to the light

 

So tell me how would you know

 

when you only saw what I let show

but never what was in my heart

How torn and shattered it already lay within my chest

and how this will give it the final rest

but I'd rather bite my tongue then ever let it part

 

You'll never know

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

On The Outskirts Of Love

Love just needs a face sometimes

So baby come on over tonight

and let my night ballad sing you there

where desire awakes inferno flares

while we dance with synchronized hips

Never once catch our breath

just keep up with what rhythm demands

before the magic fails

and our empty hearts regret

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Sunday, May 04, 2008

The Woman In The Mirror

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if not me

but if you're me

then who am I

Must I be you

or could I be anyone

Are we both

or could we be neither

and am I no one

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

 

Dutch Version:

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

 

De vrouw in de spiegel

 

Wie ben je

als je mij niet bent

maar als jij mij bent

wie ben ik dan

Kan ik zijn wie ik wil

of moet ik jou wel zijn

Zijn we allebei

of geen van beiden

en ben ik niemand

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

 

On the identity prompt from Writers Island

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http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/05/01/prompt-link...

 

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Standby Power

Standby alarm clocks

to give us our morning wake up

Standby coffee machines

to brew the day's first cup

Standby answering machines

to screen and never miss a call

for our convenience

standby all

 

Standby washers

for our weekly loads

Standby dryers

to instantly have dry clothes

Standby microwaves

for the slim times we choose to cook

for our convenience

standby nuke

 

Standby TVs

for the eventuality that something

we might want to see is shown

Standby DVD players

for the handful of times

we movie at home

Standby radios

to listen to some late night show

for our convenience

standby grows

 

Standby fax machines

for everything that requires great speed

Standby copiers

to duplicate anything we might need

Standby PCs

the whole world on our desktop

for environmental reasons

standby stop

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Grandma's Little Sister

Back in the days when chimes told time

in Grandma's place

my brother and me patiently would wait

for the moment to come by

when we could escape her watchful eye

As we roamed the halls from the closed off wing

ancestors watching from their golden frames

one picture in particular would draw us close

a little girl with a turned up nose

portrayed playing on the beach

just like when we saw her both

that magical day we went swimming in the cove

 

All afternoon the three of us had so much fun

playing in that warm summer sun

We asked her if she'd be back the next day

but she smiled and said she probably wouldn't stay

At first Grandma seemed worried when we told

but when I showed her what I'd got

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at the little bracelet of gold

 

She dragged us down the halls

and stared at this one picture on the wall

as she told us about her little sister's ill fate

drowned in the cove one afternoon late

wearing the bracelet

that from sister to sister was handed down

She remembered particularly

because it caused some stir at the time

for it was never found

 

By many she'd been seen since then

her poor restless soul bound to earth

frightening even the grown men

out of wits and worth

I hope she finally finds her peace said Gran

and though my brother and me

not in the least bit spooked

throughout the years for her

so often looked

no one ever saw her again

 

©2008 Fenny

 

 

For Writers Island

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http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/04/24/prompt-link...

 

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Friday, April 18, 2008

Desert Of My Heart

In the desert of my heart

past loves are left to wither

Their bones scattered

bleached and dry

half covered in sand

that burns without flames

No survivors

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

 

Prompted by Writers Island

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http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/prompt-link...

 

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