Artifacts of Thought
Curse you for not lifting a finger
The black line up your back
Show-cases your crime...
Curse you in your prime!...
Pencil pusher, why don't you erase
Something besides the ever changing world
That now races past your power-point
As you flaunt a flawed perspective...
Ain't it easy to fall backwards?...
Ain't it easy to talk like you're walking so pearly sure...
I lost the trail, and went off crying to myself
Until a new way opened up...
My teeth fell out, the back molars, and then the eye-teeth
As I confronted my grief...
Did you not catch the sign that sprung out of the invasive
Thicket?...
Maybe now we'll move with it
As the stars fall in great gobs from the clouds,
And we crowd around the bodies...
Beware not of the filth of the tongue, but the dry fungus
That attacks the lifeless glands
Causing you to erase...
...You must not displace
Your total sense of new, it's so truely intact
behind the black shivering curtains that are artifacts
of your thought...
Take the time.
©
1/18/21
Bunny Villaire
Lost Love
Winter is so cold,
And I can feel that I am growing old.
Where are you, my fire?
Why aren’t you here?
Summer isn’t that hot,
When I think of you a lot.
Tell me, are you just hiding?
At least tell me, do you wear my ring?
I can hear the people say,
It is raining hard everyday
Maybe it is true,
But not more than when I cry, thinking of you.
Autumn has left the town with leaves everywhere;
I know you have disappeared, but in my heart, you are always there
I have now understood that our love is no more than a lie,
But why can’t I forget you, oh tell me why!
Everything has changed in spring,
Every tree, every plant, every sapling
But it is only me, not blossomed, although grown
Still seeking for a guy unknown.
Chapter 2
Their first class was Chemistry. Lacadia and Whitney were lab partners. They were writing notes, but Lacadia couldn't focus. All she could think of were those bright blue eyes and gorgeous smile. Suddenly, a snap pulled her back to reality. ''are you ok? You look distracted.'' Whitney asked. She shook her head and said ''I'm fine. Just...Thinking.'' Whitney looked at her weirdly and said ''Sure...''.Finally, the bell rang. Lacadia had her next class as history while Whitney had Bio.
As Lacadia made her way to her locker, she was her again. The mystery girl. God,she was beautiful. She was standing next to her locker. Lacadia made her way over there and said ''Hi! Um...what are you doing here?'' The girl looked at he rand said ''this is my locker?'' Lacadia felt like smacking herself for being so stupid. She nodded awkwardly and said ''Of course...so, um, what's your name?''To which she replied ''Xiamora. What about you?'' Lacadia stuttered and replied''L-Lacadia''. Xiamora just smiled and said ''ok...'' To which Lacadia just blushed. After a beat of awkward silence, Lacadia nervously rambled and said''so um not to make things awkward but could we be friends?'' To which Xiamora smiled and replied ''Sure.so, gimme your number?'' God that smile was gonna kill Lacadia someday. She smiled and got out her pen. As she reached out for Xiamora's wrist to write it on her arm, she felt a spark as her fingers touched her. It's like a thousand volts of electricity passed through her arm and spine. She blushed and looked at Xiamora. She just looked back with her startling blue eyes. Lacadia ducked her head and scribbled down her number on Xiamora's arm. Xiamora said ''Well, I'll save a seat for you at lunch. Bye! Lacadia waved her off and happily made her way to her class.
Journey of a Lesbian girl
Once she was eight years old,
Her eyes shining bright,
Her lips sealed tight,
She did everything just right.
Then she was 13 years old,
And she met a girl,
Who changed her world,
She had a lot to learn.
Then she was 16 years old,
She knew who she was,
All she got was love,
And all that was enough
Then she was 70 years old,
Happily in love,
She had a dove,
Who took her above.
I’m Grateful For...
1. Still being alive
2. Having found the best of friends
3. Having my awesome family (despite their faults)
4. Having joined Prose (and the amazing community here)
5. Being able to educate myself on whatever I wish
6. Being able to write
7. Having so many people willing to read my works
8. Each day and each new opportunity
9. The opportunity to better my craft
10. Mathematics
I Wish I Would’ve Told You...
I wish I would've told you
That it never would work out
I wish I would've told you
About all of my doubts
I realize that I was wrong
About what we could have been
I realize that I was wrong
Just about everything that I thought I had seen
You said you loved me
And I echoed along
You said you loved me
It became our song
We sang of love and being together
We screamed along to the chorus
We sang of love and being together
But, in the end we failed...we missed
I do not regret much
Just that I wish I would've told you
I do not regret much
But, we should have never shared that first kiss
Relationships
One
Girl, plagued
With her demons
One boy who is
Willing to throw his problems
Aside and rush to her side
A guy that is struggling to stay
Afloat in this crazy world we live in
But he has a girl by his side always
She is trying to be there for him, and
He is trying to be there for her
They are trying to be there, but
It is not easy to offer
The time, love, and tenderness
Necessary to make it
For, relationships take
Effort and
Guts
Defy the Odds
To love someone who loves you back
What are the odds of that
In a world of billions
to find the one
who fills your heart
completes your soul
fits into the jagged edges
of your broken half
to make a whole
What are the odds of that
Would I risk any old venture
on such odds
Probably not
Yet it still happens
Day by day
year by year
Souls join
Lives merge
Time stops and
a love story is born
to rival the ages
It’s not guaranteed
the odds aren’t in your favor
yet it still happens
So to go through life
thinking
love’s not for you
or me and
no one will love me
and
I’ll never find my soulmate
Think again
Love’s not guaranteed
yet somehow
it seems to find a way through
to defy the odds
to break down even the hardest of hearts
to find a way when there is no way
Love
illuminates the windswept storm
melts the frozen wasteland
trickles through the cracks
warms a desolate soul
points the way
shows the hopeless one
that amid the impossible
the possible exists