People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

April 25, 2015

Arms tied behind my back

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I couldn’t do anything
Every night he wasn’t there
I couldn’t do a fucking thing

Not make dinner
Not bring home the stories
Not plan important
And non important junk
Not go anywhere but away
in 700 square feet

April 17, 2015

Expect an Audience

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If it is yourself and you found it right there

Then be happy

Because

oh boy that is something else

Unless you get too old to even see yourself in

That

There

Then

You will be frustrated again

Until heaven

March 21, 2015

BREECH…

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This poem came from my reflections on Lent

The first time in history

…never exists

But a breech in history

…..is the nature of things

When you think about yourself

Don’t give any credit,

Because you are stuck between….

What was and what will come

You fucking breech

July 8, 2014

Tornado

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I am sure that the weirdness of the tornado that hit New York the day after I wrote this has nothing to do with it- maybe it does;;; I hate being me

Issues of today become tomorrows if you make them simple enough to

KEEP taking care every time,

they never go away,

just like the full extant of,

the wind mixing up its own mind,

I might think of that power in front of my eyes

and know all is not what it seems,

In this

I am sure I am definitely not probably wrong,

Propping up those words…or more

…They are forever happening.

June 20, 2014

Stealin’ beer

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6 Beers
Sitting on your side of the bed
Stealing
6…66.. 6666 66666666666 66666666666666666s
I gota pee
be right back

June 6, 2013

It is a Brazen Conflict

if life seems fine then,

it turns always to a brazen conflict.

Something wrong certainly happens that day.

 

Of course if life tries to be at its worst,

there is definitely a brazen conflict.

With what seems to be precise demands that

the day or DAYS stretch forever, until they come to a STOP.

 

In this time, somehow the world has imposed itself,

asking for more momentum to…

build that shit up to start over again;I guess I expected to see the world circle round,

religion told me to, so did my parents wisdom, my grandparents drove it home with their unified message about

a brazen conflict and its vapor on love.

Did you not expect it?

 

 

May 30, 2012

ABC

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A.

B.

C.

These written on my blocks.

These blocks built my walls.

These walls I thought I locked.

This lock you broke, this lock that falls.

Viewable holes.

Viewable burn marks.

Viewable rips and pulls.

More viewable scars.

again I must build.

Begin again with A.

My heart yeilds….

You decide to stay.

Pour Me a Drink

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A dab of anxiety, a dash of lame, a pinch of sadness and a splash of pain. Add a touch of spice and a stitch to mend. No chaser mind you, I’ll do it on my own. Light it with a match to and watch me in my zone.

Step out on the dance floor and drop it like I’m drunk. Definitely not craving anymore of this funk. Run out of the cloud and into the streets. Down the sidewalk and stumble over my feet. Asphalt digs under my skin and then the tears come rolling in. Can only hold in so much at a time. Then my decisions don’t seem as fine.

As the mascara burns my watered eyes, I taste all that drink unsettled inside. With nothing else to keep it down, out it comes all around. Taunting and pushing to be set free, blocking the air so I can’t breath.

The last thing I remember is my head hitting the ground, only to wake up to such a silent sound. Nothing around me, not a single peep. What the hell happened to me in that street?

My face hurts and my mouth is so dry. I can feel the tenderness as I wipe my eyes. Can’t remember what was done or what was said. All I know is I made it back to bed.

Blank is my mind, I can no longer think. Finally some peace now that the baggage has ceased. Down the road I may need you to pour me another drink.

-Anna

July 30, 2011

Why do I have a smart phone?

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I talk to who on the phone? My work for 1min and my mom for maybe an hr a month. My brothers? no not really. My aunt not so much. I text a greeting here and maybe a question there. The fb sometimes teases and or tortures to a point I cannot bare. The games, they really bore me. The battery life sucks. A blank notification bar I see. Waiting and watching, for what? Damn phone gives headaches that are really pounding. This phone beckons, calling out to me to ignore my surroundings. So y do I have a smart phone? Bc I’d sadly feel lost without it.

July 4, 2011

Tear

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“A beam of light shimmering through. Bounces around like a prism, giving off an airless carefree radiance. The beauty of this shine does not run deep. Inside lay the truth behind the visible. A trail of moisture remains, descending from curve to curve. Smells like nothing. Salty to taste. Each speck carries a memory, as if to discard the thought. Harder and faster the fall. A throbbing pain and a weakened structure.”     – Me

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