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Strawberry Cravings While Out Sick

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I was ill for a day or two 

More I suppose 
My doctor said it was the flu
Bad case of ear infection and perhaps asthma
My body frail from pain shook with each ache
Even as my lips quivered…
They quivered for you
You…
Juicy red between cold (chattering)teeth
I desired you like cold medicine
Dripping down pale chin 
Soothing frail licks

Tuesdays

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Tuesdays!
Tuesdays are no different from Monday…They are in fact Monday holding on in disguise
Then there’s Wednesday, mid-week….She makes you feel good like you are almost there
Except there’s still Thursday…dragging like a whore’s cigarette smoke…
But Friday makes it all better…if you are lucky…its pay day play day
But somehow Saturday is always only a few hours…five at the most….
For Sunday fun day soon comes and goes like lightning speed…
And in no time, Monday is back on the horizon…Holding on for too long
Two days in a row…Disguising its second attempt as Tuesday.

12/17/14 2:59pm
© Boomiebol2014

The truth about myself: A story on self-hate

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I am learning to accept myself
But I hate my stretch marks
And the irritation they often cause
Although they are reminders of a joy that now completes me
I am learning to accept myself
But I hate my small boobs
And the big thighs that rub too
Although they make me look good in blue jeans
I still can’t wear short shorts
Or skintight dark jeans
I am learning to accept myself
But I hate my big butt
And the way it pops out of every dress and begging always to be seen
Although it frames me in pencil skirts
And long gowns that flow in summer’s sun
I am learning to accept myself
But I can’t stand the thoughts
That my legs are marked with spots and dots
Hanging thick in black boots
And falling short with mini skirts
Although I must confess they carry me far
On long walks and fast runs
And my dainty toes sure look good in flats and such
I am learning to accept myself
But my hair sheds at the sight of comb
And itches from the root up
Although they are as dark as late nights and
Fall fine to cover my freckled face
I am learning to accept myself
But…

© Boomiebol 2014
5/17/2014 9:38am

 

I am thinking of a poem

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I am thinking of a poem

Title: I am thinking of a poem

It’s the image or glossy picture of a butterfly in my book of poetry
With a caption saying something simple like;
“There is beauty in the world”

I am thinking of this poem

*image courtesy of google

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Who Speaks For These?

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* I saw the picture of a kid in the Ukraine… In the midst of many wars, unrest and slaughters, these thoughts were born*

Who speaks for these ones
Who have no faces
Shadows in the space of war

Who speaks for them at night
When fright abound and hopes subside
Tears the company to their fate

Who speaks for them when fear is still
Suffocated by bombs and guns
Will silenced by a piece of steel
Hope abandoned to a time called tomorrow
A future that (might) never comes

3/6/14 10:16pm edited 3/10/14 12:49pm