Under the crimson moonlight

A sonnet I wrote for my current boyfriend. He’s someone who, for the first time, I can wholeheartedly trust that we will last for the rest of our lifetimes. I will admit, this one does come off more as an erotic/horror, narrative poem, rather than an actual sonnet, but I do like how it turned out, regardless, and my boyfriend likes it too!


Under the crimson moonlight deep within
the forest’s hallowed grounds, two beasts tangled
and danced in vicious, bloody sport. Their kin
canine and feline – opposites strangled.
And lo! These weres would fight for only play –
they bond and understand each other through
animalistic, passionate display.
Their aura turned a purple, greenish hue.
And in the afterglow – with course fur stained
in iron blood and muscles ached and bruised –
the fox and tiger coupled their contained
bestial spirits they do not abuse.
Almost two years later, they built a trust
unbreaking – never becoming red rust.

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Flirting Relationships

A pattern I’ve noticed lately with people having “crushes” on me and discussing potential relationships.


Four
relationships past, yet none of them
are “The One.” Two local, two long-distance;
at least I got some experience. But I don’t want
experience, I want, no,
need companionship.
Yet most I interact with just flirt, think I’m cute, a stud, this wonderful person
they seem to put on a pedestal.

I’m not.

What’s the point of desire if
I’m just a rolling stone? Why would anyone put up with
an anxious person with an old-fashioned coping mechanism?
Do you honestly want a life-long relationship with a so-called sexy stud
who’s watching his life crash and burn in slow motion, and
out of desperation, poorly attempts to
stop the crash before it causes more damage?

Would you want to hold him when he
grieves for his long-gone father
death cheated him out of? Would you be there for him
when the two women closest to him leave this world?

Would you give him a family when his is long-gone?

Would you grieve with him?

Die with him?
 
 
 
This is why I resist
flirting; relationships
are two-way streets and are multidimensional
pairings.

Yet no one understands this, because
they don’t think with their brains.

Never Let Me Go

A bit on the experimental side, mainly with the rhyming. I tend to not rhyme whenever I write “vent poems,” so I decided to give it a shot this time.


Nowhere to run –
Nowhere to hide –
Out only to have a little fun,
Then it’s back to the grind.

You can’t keep me around forever

The burden that is you weighs a ton –
It’s a miracle my back is still intact
From caring for you – Remind me, am I your son
Or your husband? Is the “crippled mother” just an act?

You can’t keep me around forever

Can’t do this –
Can’t do that –
A new chapter of my life starts and you hiss
Anger is your soul – it’s how you always react.

I can’t stay here forever

For the first time, I found love –
I hope our souls intertwine –
I hope Peace descends like a dove
Upon this house – you and I are in a bind.

I won’t stay single forever

Consistently a disappointment, you have a list
Of every mistake I’ve made that makes you upset –
Your only child might as well not exist,
Or at least be a memorable vignette.

You shouldn’t hate yourself forever

All I ask is to be let go
Before winter comes
And I’m buried with snow,
Leaving you in the doldrums –
Sons won’t last forever,

But they must be on their own

Your Golden Dream

A poem who’s form follows that of the Golden Ratio, Phi (for the first 20 digits). This is another experimental poem with the form.


dreams
are not meant to be made –
dreams
distract from sad realities.

you love [blank] –
[blank] =
happiness for you. become obsessed
with [blank] – strive for it with passion.
passion launches dreams into the
reality you always
wanted – but that
passion suffocated when you took
that factory job to survive –
where you could be replaced by machines
in a heartbeat.
that’s the opportunity to
employ yourself
to your obsession – so that you
can live.

How to Improve Safety Quality

An experimental poem in terms of the form: a mix between an ad and a poem on society.

Enjoy!


Before you enjoy your fresh cup of McDonald’s coffee, take note of the warnings on the lid and along the seam of the disposable cup. We serve our delicious coffee at 180o – 190o F, so that your joe on the go stays hotter, longer.

Since the Liebeck lawsuit and other related lawsuits, however, we have been forced to add instructional warnings on the cup.

They are as follows:

Keep cup secure in cup holder when inside a vehicle.
Only qualified personnel may fill cup, or add cream and/or sugar upon request.
Qualified personnel must be sure that lid is firmly secure on cup.
Do not microwave liquid in disposable cup.
Do not drink until liquid is lukewarm.
Do not drink and drive.
Do not drink.

We know you’re an idiot.
We know you’ll ignore these new warning labels
anyway. No one reads anymore.

We know you’ll be sitting in your car, your coffee
cup between your legs because there are no cup holders, the
lid mostly open, and rather than
adding your cream and sugar,
hot coffee gets all over your lap and singes your groin.
What else did you expect?

We know idiots like you will inherit the earth.
Your new cup is our company’s contribution
to idiot-proof the world. We should
enjoy our first-world pleasures safely
by not enjoying them at all.

There is a howl that resonates the air

A sonnet I wrote for my boyfriend for our two-month anniversary. It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these, so hopefully this makes some sense and follows the form.


There is a howl that resonates the air –
not deep and prideful – that is not my wolf.
A friendly call belongs to him I care
about – the gentle soul that is your wealth.
We nuzzle muzzles – locking lips as we
exchange our breaths. Alone, his presence soothes
me – pulsing heartbeats calm the torrent sea
of my disquiet mind – it is defused.
Our new, unnatural courtship stuck for two
endearing, lovely months – and both of us
are new to this – a concept we pursued
despite us keeping mateship in a hush.
But this wolf cares for his peculiar pack –
no matter what, he keeps us all intact.