Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Sunday Morning

Inspiration: Psych Wards.
Word: Screaming.

Lost. Quick. Wilted. Withering-
softly,
slight dimension
subtle, subtle purr, doors
short-lock.
Lights Up.

The scene begins.
(but still real)

I stand there trapped.
Eyes, wandering eyes,
heavily upon my face.

Don't look up.
down, around forward-
Walk forward
knees feet                         all forward.

Next Scene.
doors open
feet coming
in
long l   o   n   g
whispers

click, click, splat- typing
the phone
rings
rings
talking- look at her
hearing- look at me
sight- of me?
My front face.
All the rest-
trapped.

Scene Three.
Rooms.
Square.
Plastic.
Rooms.

The scene switches.
There's a cry
blood                                shot
cry
so. much. crying.
denying reason.

My God.
My sweet lord.
Lay with me                      please
hold this hand
hand tugged.

Transition.
Now eat
eat
crazy!
eat
crazy?

But baby you're not           crazy.
Eat!
for points
eat.

Scene Four.
Lay.
Sleep now
Sleep real good now. (said slowly)


Next Scene.
Phone rings
again,
there's....screaming here.
Bills here.
Mocking-
Crying-
all here.
Lots                                of crying
praying
wishful praying                  here.

Be Strong
stay strong
you strong
she say-

I say-
but for how long
I anit strong
weak- but for how long
lone-ly
I'm  lone-ly
hold me                           please?
But they're staring
staring
looking
at me.

Moreover.
I'm scared
this man wants to give me.

a teddy bear.

Switch
I suppose I'm reasoning now.
Happy now? I'm said to be.


Scene six.
Phone call.
help still help
listen
I'm tryintah
listen.
Lumps-large lumps
drenched
face
drenched
gaze.

Seven.
Visitor.
Lump
Hardening.
Words shared.
Nothing said.

Eight.
Sleep
full day but
sleep
sleep
sleep
now.
There's screaming again
other folks in her head
screaming
together screaming
screaming screaming screaming.

I don't like it here.
I don't like it                    here
home. take me home.
I, just wanna go,
home.
know home.
be home.
what home
what home
what home.
home no more
she say
you alone.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

I Stood Staring

Inspiration: A writing prompt I did with my poetry group. "Write about a time when you couldn't find the right words"
Word: Quietly

I looked at you.
quietly, still
impatiently, patient
staring, uneasily
around your eyes
not into them.
hused, and timid -
I wanted to pour my life into you
wholesomely.
I wanted you to know me.

I stood-
feet weary
arms stiff
I watched your mind
wander through mine
you weren't into this
couldn't commit to it-
didn't feel it

I lost breath,
all of it
but you had my head,
so-
I revolutionized a self in me
determined to say it, to tell you
I refrained
I wilted
respectfully away-
hoping
you might say it,
to me.