Brevity, levity, turpidity, stupidity, alacrity, insanity, proximity, veracity, sincerity, tenacity, potentiality, indefinability… rarity… me.
©2015 choiSOSS
Category Archives: Future
Release
(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)
Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.
Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.
Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.
Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.
It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
©2014 choiSOSS
Call for Submissions: 41 April Fool’s Day Erasure Poetry
Silver Birch Press is seeking
April Fool’s Day
Erasure Poetry based on page 41 from a book of the poet’s choice
— interpret “April Fool’s Day” as you will (humor, trickery, thoughts on the day, but nothing x-rated or raw). Find out more about erasure poetry at
wavepoetry.com
and
geist.com.
I like this prompt because at some point we’ve all felt like fools, have been fooled, or have fooled someone else — so the resulting poems will be either humorous or emotional (my favorite types of poetry).
As a prompt, here are definitions of “fool”:
Noun: A person who acts unwisely; a silly person.
Verb: Trick or deceive.
Adjective: Foolish or silly.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES:
In honor of April Fool’s Day (4/1), Silver Birch Press is accepting submissions of erasure poems based on page 41 from a book of your choice. For examples of erasure poetry…
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Tangled
Intertwined
Dancing
This little step-by-step, mincing, toe-tip display.
Woven
Weaving
In its interplay of tangled words and hands and feet.
Waters
Testing
The subtle nervousness for what might come to be.
©2014 choiSOSS
The Past Passed
(lyrics)
The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The arrogance of it all.
You’re just folding back memories in your head.
Obliviousness of your soul.
You’re just replaying it all, but instead
You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.
The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s golden thread.
So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.
The past passed, but you still grasp.
The elephant in the room– the monster under the bed.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
The one that got away– the heart’s woven thread.
You should swallow your heart and forget the past,
Never looking to her, never try looking back.
It’s not fair to the other, the one you chose;
After all that was said, that one let you go.
Let her go now.
It’s about time.
She let you know;
She gave all the signs.
The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
So you hear her,
Her voice so clear.
Never near her,
Still you hold her dear.
The past passed, but you still grasp.
The past passed; it’s not meant to last.
©2014 choiSOSS
Selfish
I wish.
I wish I could be selfish.
I wish I could not care.
I want.
I want to do for me first.
I want to ignore, not bear.
I can’t.
I can’t stop worrying about others.
I can’t help but care; it’s not fair.
I need.
I need to take care of me now.
I need someone else to bear.
I wish.
I wish I were more more selfish.
I wish I no longer cared.
©2014 choiSOSS
You again
You again?
Tossed you out with the last dregs of self-doubt.
Ground you up in the self-hatred disposal.
Threw you in with the bagged up body-shaming.
Sucked you up in the vacuum of blame.
Again, you?
Keep your flip-flopping drama mama.
Love your co-dependent delusions.
Cling to your self-indulgent psychoses.
Remove your hold on my brain.
Never you.
Never again.
©2013 choiSOSS
Sometimes
Sometimes…
I look so far ahead
I forget I’m standing in quicksand.
Sometimes…
I look so close to me
I think there’s nothing else to see.
It’s a walk in the park.
I hear.
Take a stab in the dark.
No fear.
But, no, no…
No, no, no…
Not this girl.
Sometimes…
I try so hard for sight
I end up with my eyes pressed shut.
Sometimes…
I try so hard to be
I forget the she who is me.
Not this girl.
Not this girl.
©2013 choiSOSS
Choices
Familiarity begets interesting revelations.
Blissfully unaware or painfully knowing.
Would rather the bliss.
©2013 choiSOSS
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