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Fitting In With Other Chickens

She has a play-dough personality
Always conforming to the hands
Of someone else
Someone bigger than herself
At least they seem bigger
Ever since she’s surrendered who she is
Who she should be
To some dickhead
Who treats her with brutality
The hands stretch apart the doughy material
Of her colorful heart
Of her soul
Inner-core
Play-dough pulled thin
And violently torn apart
Shaped like all the others
And dyed the same ugly color
It’s a shame she’s unable
To create who she wants to be
Instead
She will always have a play-dough personality

©VicRomero

*image from Google

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Wanting A Little Something

Her footsteps warned of desperation
As she was seeking liberation
In the dark, she couldn’t see
But she proceeded regardless, crawling on her knees
As she got closer she became a little more breathless
A little less jealous but a little more restless
The air clung with need
The light shone on her face and she was possessed with greed
Wanting desperately
So desperate for liberty if only temporally

©VicRomero

*thank you Rich for the inspiring first few lines

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I’ll Buy Her A Bouqet

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She walks gracefully to center stage
The harsh stage light blinks onto her face
She looks beautiful but her face is contorted
Her lips are silently moving, something is distorted
She unzips her dress and reveals
The wounds she has self-inflicted that have not yet healed
And her skin is clinging to her bones
Her ribs are broken and exposed
The audience claps, they think she’s perfect
She thinks the pain she endured has been worth it
Then the mic turns up, it’s her cue
She knows exactly what she must do
The words dance out of her mouth
Wowing the entire crowd
Including me, she’s so talented
Too bad suicide has inhabited
Her brilliant mind
She must be blind
If she cannot see that she has always been perfect
That the pain she has endured has not been worth it
By the ending of the show, I’m cheering and crying
Because I’m proud of her but I know inside she is dying

©VicRomero

*image from Google Images

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Knock Before Entering

I melt against his fingertips 
As he outlines my thirsty lips
And drags them across my cheeks
I sigh, he doesn’t make a peep
Curious fingers wander all over
Caressing and teasing and pulling me closer
My skin is tingling…
His hungry eyes are twinkling… 
He moves in but neglects my lips
Instead he trails kisses down to my hips
Frustrated, I tangle my fingers into his hair
Pulling him upward so into his lustful eyes I can stare
Then I lean in for a taste
His fingertips dig into my waist
Our lips meet…
Our hearts loudly beat…
I am desperate for more than this
So I probe my tongue in between his lips
Quietly groaning…
Hands roaming…
I fall backwards onto the bed
In between his large hands he holds my head
My skin ignites at every point we touch
But it still isn’t quite enough 
Pulling threads aside
Bare skin on skin collides
Intertwines
Evoking moans and sighs
It’s going to be a long night.
©VicRomero
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Fluttering

You’re within my reach
Close to me
My heart is loudly beating
Pounding furiously
I long for your touch
Although I know asking for it will be too much
And whatever this is
(It is nothing)
I don’t want to rush
(You don’t even want me)
Well I don’t even want to be in love
Being in love makes me dumb
Makes me sick
It makes me nauseous
It fucks up my logic
I am done
If I’m honest with myself
Being around you is hurting me more
Than I wish it was
Because I think I love you
I love you too much
I hate you
I can’t take this pain anymore
We are not stable
We go back and forth
You won’t take me back
And you don’t
Even like me
So I’ll continue to love you from afar
And wish that I was standing with you wherever you are
I want you more than you know.

©VicRomero

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cream puff

she is staring at me over our coffees.

 

“so.”

 

“so,” i repeat.

 

“i’m surprised,” she says, looking directly into my eyes, “i’m surprised you called.”

 

i slump down in my seat, feeling uncomfortable. “yeah…i don’t know. i just wanted to hang out…” my voice fades as I shift in my seat.

 

“it’s been like, a year since we last talked,” she states, her gaze unwavering.

 

“yup,” i nod curtly.

 

“why?” she prods.

 

“shit happens,” i reply weakly, shifting again.

 

she eyes me silently a whole minute longer, before she finally looks away.

 

i grip the coffee cup in my hand tightly, cursing myself for being unable to be honest.  cursing myself for being so desperate to believe that inviting her out was a good idea.  it was not a good idea.  i want to puke.

 

“how’s lacrosse?” i ask, distracting myself from my thoughts. she whips her head to look at me.

 

“we’ve lost every game.”

 

i make a sympathetic face.  “sorry.”

 

she shrugs and looks over at the table of girls behind me.  “how are you?” she asks, still watching the girls.

 

“alive.”

 

she returns her gaze to me and smiles amusedly, flashing her teeth and all.  “that’s good.”

 

i smile too, happy that i made her smile and feeling less uncomfortable, like things are normal between us.

 

“have you spoken to Kat recently?”

 

and then i feel nauseous again.

 

i shake my head ‘no’.

 

“same,” she replies sadly, “i feel bad.”

 

i sigh.

 

“you know, i’m here for you if you need me,” she states, her tone suddenly becoming stern and serious.

 

i nod my head and mumble ‘thanks’ in acknowledgement, causing the corners of her lips to turn upwards.

 

but i know i will never take up her offer.  tonight is the only exception.

 

“good,” she says.

 

as we drink our coffee in silence, a girl from the table behind me calls out to us.  soon my friend and the other girls are chatting and laughing. i watch on in silence.

 

she is just so…outgoing.  and friendly.  and kind-hearted. she makes friends with people wherever she goes, and i rot away in the background, admiring her.

 

then i push out my seat to stand up.  “we should go.”

 

her smile falters when she turns to me.  “okay…”  she hesitates but stands up.  “it was nice to meet you,” she calls over her shoulder to the girls as we walk out of the shop.  the girls bid her goodbye.

 

when we get into my car, instead of blasting my playlist, i opt for the quiet music from the crickets and cicadas.  i want to enjoy being with her while i have her to myself, because i won’t allow myself to be alone with her again.

 

Friday, 10 May 2013 10:59 PM

©VicRomero

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being in love

she’s unlike anything that i have ever known the lust inside of me continues to grow–everyday–i think i’m in love she makes me feel so good like how all girlfriends should i don’t feel so stressed and anxious anymore she makes it easy for me to talk openly without fear of being a bore i wanna talk i wanna talk talk talk her ears off off off she’s so hot i wanna get close but there’s a barrier between us cuz of these stupid clothes tear them off off off and let them watch let them get off later i’ll share her with them i won’t be jealous she’s everyone’s friend she has so many friends i want more friends but i don’t let anyone get close because i’m gross because i’m scared of having my heart broken scared of being kicked at the knees i’m just a kick in the teeth i need to prioritize my life i need to reorganize i think i’m too sensitive i cause myself to sink i don’t want to mess things up with her i really really don’t because she makes everything feel alright she’s so colorful she’s so bright she’s so beautiful her voice is like a song sung in the quietness of the night i love her i love her i love it when she unravels i love it when she comes and i love to swallow it all…

…but then she’ll leave…

she’ll be gone for awhile

and i’ll be back to feeling like shit…

i won’t be able to smile

….i’ll be alone…

but she’s my home,

Molly is all i need

and i love her,

i can’t live without her

i’ll get her back though…once i get more money

©VicRomero

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Aight

Almost there…but not quite
Hopefully soon it’ll be alright
But in the meantime I’ll be sad, downright
Swallowed in blackness, not in white
Because hazy days and thick shades don’t let in light
Teeth chattering as I search for my strength, my might
I’m so scared, filled with fright
So I flee, but I know I have to quit taking flight

©VicRomero

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Excuses: A Kyrielle Sonnet and Challenge

we should try this maybe

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Excuses

To all the words I do not use,
Like conflagration and chartreuse,
It’s not because I do not care;
I’ve lost you in my head somewhere.

Strange words like hagiolatry,
Which briefly means idolatry,
I simply cannot seem to snare;
I’ve lost you in my head somewhere.

Some words are abstruse, recondite,
The meaning’s not always forthright,
And some have syllables to spare;
I’ve lost you in my head somewhere.

To all the words I do not use,
I’ve lost you in my head somewhere.

The Challenge

Instructions on writing a Kyrielle sonnet:

  1. There are a total of 14 lines:
    • Three 4-line stanzas.
    • One non-rhyming couplet.
  2. Each line consists of 8 syllables.
  3. The first line appears twice: at the beginning and at the end, as the first line of the non-rhyming couplet.
  4. The last line of the first stanza repeats at the end of each grouping (a total of 4 times).

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Scatterbrained

Fucking delusional,
I don’t know better

I’m lost,
In this stormy weather

And he’s gone
He’s been long gone
I know I’m strong, but I’m not quite holding on

Fucking dumb
Drink of rum
Fallen on my bum
Fucking hell.

He’s so ignorant
All he does is spew shit
I’ve had enough of it,
Enough

So he sucks
Sucks fucks
And he drives a stupid big truck…

No, I should be blaming myself.

There’s something wrong with me,
If I need him to breathe…

No I don’t.
I don’t need, I never need

I just want to be secure with who I am.

But I suck
Suck fucks
And I crashed that giant truck

Fucking hell
I’m not feeling well
Fucking hell…
Oh well

©VicRomero

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Peace

Give me that moment
…Or is it too soon?
You make my head spin,
I become a fool
I want that moment
I’m sure you do too
Reckless abandon
Just us two
Give me that moment
My unhappiness was misconstrued
I need something more,
So I desperately pursue…
Light, or even a flash
In the search for something bright and new
Hidden amongst all this black
My wants are overdue
I want to laugh and to love,
To stop feeling blue
To cry and to kiss
I need that moment to come true

©VicRomero

#nightdwellers

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Falling Again

The breeze rustles the trees
Trees with golden and ruby leaves
Leaves so tender, they fall delicately
Delicately falling…in the background of the autumn scenery.

Scenery of autumn includes nights that stretch on
On and on…as the crickets sing their songs
Songs that they sing last so long-
Long into the night, but the songs will soon be gone.

Gone with the birds, for they head south
South, toward the sun, because it’s hot there, no doubt
Doubt many flowers will suddenly sprout
Sprout they will, in the spring, when we’re not exhaling smoke from our mouths.

©VicRomero

#looppoetry

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Hush

Congested.

From too many thoughts,

They’re all locked away.

So I’m congested-
My chest is infected

Coughing loudly.

But I’m silent-
Unsaying

My thoughts…

Bang against the locks

At the same time.

My head hurts…

My infected chest has gotten worse…

But still-
I’m silent.

My thoughts are squirreled away.

And I’m so angry-
So fucking angry

And I can’t seem to feel anything more.

I’m stuck on him..

He is free.

I’m left alone…

I’m stuck with me.

And my thoughts…

(Which are hidden)

My thoughts…

Have driven me insane

Caused so much pain.

I need a key…

I need to breathe…

I need, I need…

‘Shut up,’ I think.

And all is silent once again.

©VicRomero

#nightdwellers