Angela White's Blog, page 10

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Something You Earn
Idiot neighborsLeave me be!Right by my window childrenMust you scream?
Creepy-crawliesWhy do you followDrunken residentWhy must you wallow?
Bills in my mailboxWhy must you exist?Throbbing in my templesWhy must you persist?
Clean and duties waitingWhy aren't you done?To-do list that glaresDon't you knowI have gun?
Guilty conscienceWhy do you haunt?Rock and hard placeWhy do you taunt?
Crimson rageWhen will you ease?Satisfied lungsWhen will you breathe?
Evil worldWhen will you learnHappiness only comesFrom something you earn-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Whydo Icry?WhereWill yougo?Whenwill youchange?Whatdo weknow?Whoreally doescare?Howwill theysurvive?Doesit evenmatter?ThatI amalive?-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Gone
Where were youWhen I couldn't sleep?Where were youWhen my thoughts grew deep?Where were youWhen I needed the strength?Where were youWhen I ran the length?Where were youWhen I was tired?Where were youWhen I was mired?Where were youWhen the nights stretch on?Where were you?Gone-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 13

My One-Woman Man
Weekend visitsAre not enoughYou think I'm jokingBut man, it gets rough
YearningCallingMoaningBalling
You belong hereBy my sideThe other halfOf joyful prideDestinyFateLoverMate
She doesn't know youYou're wasted on herA moments pleasure long agoNow life's brutal blur
UnsatisfiedComplainingGreedyDraining
The other womanThat's always my titleI wear it wellWith my whip and my bridle
InferiorFlawedBitterClawed
She gave you a familyYou gave her a ringShe turns you awayAnd a gift you bring
UsedHurtMistreatedDirt
So here I waitThe phone in my handWishing, oh wishingFor my one-woman man-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Trapped No More
Money on the tableCuffs on the doorA mirror on the ceilingCrumbled soul on the floor
Red silken undiesHard, glinting jewelryThere's always a giftWhen he comes to see me
He comes for the sparkThe lust and the passionI'm servicing a clientEarning a mansion
He makes six figuresHe begs for marriageBut that's not my dreamOf two in the carriage
I hold him closeWe love in the lightBack with his familyCome dusk's glowing night
Money on the tableA different room and doorCobwebs on the ceilingA lonely soul on the floor
Plain pajamasHair left wildMoans kept in throatsSo as not to wake the child
He needs the releaseThe widower's spaceI'd never belong hereI know my place
Come the dawnI'm a memoryIf we pass on the streetHe'll pretend not to know me
Money on the tableBooks on the deskMusic in the speakersAs I sort the nest
Jeans and a tankThe person insideAnother year of this lifeAnd I'll provide the ride
I want the securityMy pride ruthlessly demandsThe ends don't matterNor do the hands
Come the springI'm freeNo more servicingAlone-allowed to be me
Money in the bankLocks on the doorHappiness in my heartTrapped no more-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 11

A Mother's Worry
Sent away to keep the peaceToo young to be a combat soldierIt's only a mother's worryBut her eyes are older
She still sees the boy who loved his gamesAnd played with imaginary friendsThe toddler crying loudlyThe parent comforting arms and ends
The constant battles for neatnessThe inherited clumsy geneIn no way, does she seeA lean, mean fighting machine
She waved back as the bus leftHer tears fell unheardWill her pleas make any difference?Or will he join God's garden of savage birds?
Will he return?Her only desireGod Bless her American warriorThere's no honor higher
-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 10

Inside My Gate
Disgusting, evil creaturesWho feed on your soulCrude, rude demandersOf the quick tuck-n-roll
Toilet seats left downHairs still on the soapForbidden remarks!How's a guy supposed to cope?
Long claws ready to ripEyes molten with needInsensitive, sexy doomFor which I work and bleed
Another day in serviceCaged without a chainKeep your head down and obeyBut in my brain...
Lurks a fireAn undeniable longing to be freeAll males must have an ownerThey've tried to make us believe
Our children are takenA daily abuseFilled with pain and depressionFrom constant misuse
Born a slaveBred for greedI've never known a timeI wasn't held for my seed
I live in constant miseryFrom which there is no escapeMy owner is heartlessI either bend or break
The years roll byThe schedule never changesBut I've discovered a bondThrough her fits and rages
There is little empathyBut we share a connectionI carry her scarsAnd a reluctant affection
All my life a captiveWith the longing to be freeMy owner's abuse continuesUntil I barely remember me
This new man likes his lifeHe settled right inLike he has no memoryOf all that's said and been
He accepts his ownerHe would never abandonHe doesn't care that she's cruelOr that the pain is rarely random
Disgusting, evil creatureHe's given her my soulHe loves his crude, rude demanderof yet another tuck-n-roll
How can I escape?No one outruns fateI huddle closer in the darkAnd remain inside my gate-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 9

See this bookHe was Trouble

I knew he was troublefrom the first swing of those lean hipsIt screamed from his sexy eyesand those matching .45 caliber lips
The apocalypse hadn't killed his kindThough, I was surprised to see him aloneMales were worth more than water nowWe'd all turned like Network Hounds eyeing a new bone
I hadn't tasted flesh in a yearI was luckier than mostsince the war and male enslavementour usual companions were isolation or a family ghost
Changelings crowded closerEager to fight for his papersI could see he hadn't counted on so many of usHe trembled and my heat flamed into vapors
Did I want him enough to kill?Our eyes met over their reaching clawsMy gun was loose an instant laterThose would be my balls!
I fired at randomGrinning in gleeThere was only one thing I liked more than bloodSince the infection changed me
I cleared a straight pathThose left started to fleeWith this Games grin on my faceThere was only thing I could be
Pruett!, they criedThe bar emptied in a flashExcept for my maleWho I grabbed during the mad dash
He cowered awayBut I wouldn't be deflectedI took him right thereIn pools of blood reflected
He pushed me awayWhen it was doneHand going subtlyTo the but of his gun
I leered in satisfactionUncaring for the abuseWhen he pulled the triggerHe understood there was no use
More than a ChangelingLess than humanThanks to the chemicalsForever I'll ruin
My male dropped his gun, set to fleeI let him go, too sated to chaseThat was my mistakeHe quickly put me in my place
He ran to the door and flung it openHis whistle was loudBefore I could reloadI was in the center of a crowd
I growled in renewed hungerAll those escaped men!But they had my numberHow foolish I'd been
When they were throughThe fire was setwhen the flames cameI didn't bother to hold my breath
ImmortalA zombie ChangelingOh, what wondrous giftsdoes a nuclear world war bring
As the males fledlaughing in retributionI knew that revengewasn't my solutionBut my kind - evilCannot receive absolution
I made my plansLet him go, I would notBlood and ecstasy would flowThe second he was caught
As I lay there burning,Giving him a fighting chanceI could smell him on my skinLike a bitter, harmful romance
I grunted in resignationSkin melting into little bubblesI gave another family grinHadn't I known he was trouble?
-AW

NaPoWriMo Day 8

Harken to Me!
Stay, she begs with artful seductionHe hesitates; there is needLove me, she pleads in wistful tonesHe spills his seedHold me, she purrs, satisfied for this minuteHe leaves
Come back, she criesHe drives fasterI'll call you DaddyHis resolve shatters like plasterI'll change, she promisesHe switches the track, now the master
I want a commitment, she grumblesHe buys the ringShe takes him for grantedHe does the same thingTime settles over dreamsOh, the apathy that age brings!
The family comes, grows and goesBut age still runsShe has her TVHe has his gunsThey share a bedAnd a daily rising sun
For fifty years, they follow the patternof wondrous birth and fearful deathSlowly realizingthat's all that's leftWhat was the purpose?They are bitter and bereft
The full circle, completegraves are dugThe great American lifestylereturned to dirt and bugNo answers have comeWas it the lack of love?
Did it revent enlightenment?Stand as a barrier to understandingwhat this cray worldis constantly demandingwith it's restrictive rulesand social branding
Would love have made the difference?Would it give us peace?Is it all in the mind?A metaphysical releaseThat vanishesWhen we cease?
How can that be the answer?who kills in the name of happiness?How can peace ever be achievedupon the backs of such a mess?How can we ever recoverfrom being so blessed?
Love and peace are fine thingsmoral and idealBut after the life cycleour ghosts know it isn't realDeep inside, so do we allthat's why our wounds never heal
The answer doesn't lie in love or even ethicsand it's certainly not in someone else's lightthe answer to lifeis remembering to always fightthrough those battlesyou find the light
Each one a testa two-way glassDon't be afraid of those monster come clearerbecome determined to kick their assthose are old demonsDeath to the past!
Come out swingingSplash blood on those wallsforce the door openyou're no longer bound to those hallsHarken to me now!Answer my calls!
It's almost full nightThe time has come to standthis is your dutya civic demandto arms!retake our land!
-AW

NaPoWriMo-Day 6

The Pink Stuff
I bounce from the bed with a flurryand bound down the hall, screamingIt's easter! It's Easter!grumbles in returndaylight makes them burnbut not menot when there's candy
My bsket rests on the railIt glistens, sparkels, overflowing with bountyA whole week of sweets! It's good to be me
I start with the peeps, gooy and warm in my belly and I pry them from my teethas I open the next treat
Sticky hands, flaked with colorfoil bits falling like silver snowstomach rumbling happily, smile like a glow
Now I'm at the jelly beans, juicy yellows, reds, blues and greensThey burst, I swallow, stomach filiing and still I keep revealing
Caramels and chocolatecrisp cookie crunchOh man, I ate the whole bunch
Now I crawl from jon to bedholding achingbelly and pounding headand still, I long for next years basket of lootonly, maybe the bunny could add a bottle of the pink stuff too.-AW