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
by flying high
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
Many moons have risen
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
Who are you
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
for more takes on the prompts go to:
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
she looked in pure disbelief
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
for more takes on the prompts go to:
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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