Screaming in my Head

by Shelley Smith

My Lover Man

by Betmae

I was born all alone
Mom and dad was never home
My brother beat me
So I never did have peace
Tell I went off to roam

Then I found my lover man
Won’t you take my hand
We’ll be together
Always forever
Just like ocean and sand

To my lover man
You’re my everything
Now you’re in my dreams
Always it seems
Clouds and ocean and sand

Our souls intertwine
Two sons yours and mine
Together forever
Us four together
My lover man

To my lover man
Our boys grew to men
Stand side by side
My heart filled with pride
Ocean, sand and tide

Felt you turn away
Wasn’t sure you’d stay
She came to take you
Said she could make you
Young again
If you were her lover man
I said she will break you
Without your sons and me to take you
To the promised land

Don’t leave me here
I need to have you near
My life is shattered
My horizon in tatters
I’ll raise my fist
Or blow her to bits
If you are her lover man

By my side now you stand
Look out at ocean and sand
Your heart isn’t home
It went out to roam
Again I’m all alone
Even with a lover man

I feel so much shame
I’ll never be the same
You say it will get better
But will it ever 
Lover man

Journey

by Laura

I'm on the verge of tears
What feels to be years
I think with a fright
Is there no end in sight
As the flashbacks come
Like bullets from a gun
Shooting me all over again
Like its day number one
Each morning I awake
with that familiar ache
Chest and stomach tight
The way it was last night
I heard you accept the love you think you deserve
My task at hand is now my worth
Through his sickness I have learned
A life of worthiness and self love is to be found
On that road I am bound
Dreadful feelings are part of the journey
A journey to where I awake
And accept only abundant love for my sake

Siamese Lover

by Betmae

Our hearts are one
I breathe your breath
Organs intertwined
But you feel smothered
Believe the optimists
You can survive with a 
Surgical separation
Will live your life 
Independently
Deign to visit 
If you want
Can’t convince you otherwise
Scalpel is excruciating
I am mortally wounded
No will to go on
Don’t last a day before withering
After frolicking and cavorting you
Feel incomplete and look back
But I am dust and
Can no longer bond

Conflagration

by Betmae

Whiffs of smoke cloudy haze
Assumed far off wildfire continued my daze
Looked straight ahead to blue morning focused gaze

Heard crackling and popping
High heat sweating sopping
Committed to my stagnation
But finally turned and blown over by conflagration
Your playing with matches you thought you could control
Fireballs explode consume my body and soul
You watched your family pulled churning into the pyre
Finally snapped to action with buckets and hoses to put out the fire

Thought we were safe despite our clashes
Now you’re covered in soot and I’m burned to ashes

Stonewashed Jeans

by Betmae

eighties era stone washed jeans

sturdy thick denim
button up fly
a few tatters
steady solid fit
 
Did you say “mom jeans”?
 
new jeans have fancy labels
gold stitching, rhinestone pockets
intriguing criss cross belt loops
stretchy, clingy fabric
 
just right for dancing and partying
 
discard old jeans
dirty dog rag!
 
feel young, fashionable, intoxicated
 
starts to feel too tight
chafes
too much extra care
but can’t peel off
 
finally extricate
locate old dirty lump of denim
 
wash up but gaping ragged tear
get out thimble, needle and thread

Sweet Bee

by Betmae

 So strong athletic and gentle
 I draw my soft petals around him
 Emit sweet perfume
 Stroke him
 Wrap around
 He burrows in
 Dances with my soul
 Beats his wings into my heart
 Buzzes I am his everything
 We doze in the languid sun
 An intoxicating season
 But my stalk starts to dry
 One day I hear my bee sweet buzzing with another flower
 My leaves turn to ice
 Shiver and crumble
 Petals drop like tears
 A husk
 Unthinking barren unto winter
  
 In spring I feel the sun again
 I lift my face and feel its warmth 

Jump Rope

by Betmae

 
 Crowded rough and tumble playground
 Skinned knees flesh wound
 Manic climbing
 Alone running wild swinging sliding
  
 Drawn to jump rope game
 Double dutch two kids same
 Synching euphoria glorious
 Laughing rhyming
 Jumping as one one one
 Perfectly meshed fun fun fun
 Wanted forever pleasure
 Two came together
  
 Two little monkeys jumping on the bed
 One fell off and bumped his head
 Mama called the doctor
 And the doctor said
 No more monkeys jumping on the bed
  
 Ragged thick rope wacks shins and skin
 Wind comes up get tired
 You step out turn away from our play
 Enticed by new flashy stretch rope desire
 Exciting game game game
 Fancy dancing steps what’s her name name name
 Criss cross elastic
 Spangles but plastic 
 She purposefully trips you
 Don’t notice now I’m blue blue blue
  
 Cry for you to come back 
 Don’t hear new track
 Too sad to jump alone lone lone
 Just want to go home home home
  
 Wind dies off
 Tangled in elastic too many times you scoff
 You jump back in
 To double dutch again begin
  
 Will keep trying
 Better than crying
 To get back rhythm and rhyming 

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