I will never forget

two weeks
two poems per poet
No collabs or reposts

Always.

You were first love,
But to you I was a toy.
I thought you loved me,
But I kept saying,
'I'm not myself anymore.'
Ah, the feel of your hands,
and fingers,
tight around my throat.
I can't breathe and
the darkness is consuming,
controlling, condemning.
Yes, drag that knife against my
legs.
Make me
bleed.
I'm dying, crying, sighing,
and you mumble that you love me
and I know you're
lying.
That belt is so tight against my
throat,
I can't breathe anymore at all.
Not at all.
And you would've killed me
I know.
If it hadn't been for my mom.
I lost a part of me
I know that now,
that I can see.
And the scratches I left
on your face.
They will remain like my
hate.
Always, cursed upon you.
Always, making your skin crawl.
Always, making your wounds fester.
Always, until you can't take it anymore.
And as that trembling hand raises
the gun
to your head.
I'll always be sobbing for mercy in your mind,
and thrashing as you choked me
and held me
and raped me
and beat me
and destroyed me
and made me bleed,
on your bed.

Please dont let me fade
back into the night..
Dont let my flame burn out,
or go without a fight..

Don't forget these sovereign words
I speak..
Don't remember me as feeble,
let alone weak..

See me as I used to be
a dear and only friend..
Because tonight..
tonight I meet my end..

I hope that it isn't too much
to complete this simple task..
Remember me, please remember me!
That is all that I ask..

When the Ringing Faded Out.

I do recall the night
when I watched her fade away.
Everything about it plastered
into my memory.

The sounds, the smells,
the tastes, the views.
That final moment in her pulse,
when it fluttered out, it blew.

The wreckage to the side,
and the bleeding from my leg.
Rain pouring down, begging God
to please, "Take me instead!"

I remember quite vividly,
the stench of all the rubber, burnt.
I can still see in my head, every piece of shattered
glass, sticking to her shirt.

More than anything, I'll never forget
waking up, as the ringing faded out.
She was not beside me,
my girl was nowhere to be found.

I never got to say goodbye,
she never knew I loved her.
But I have to wonder if she can tell,
that I am still bleeding for her.

The Flavour Yellow      

I will always remember
the July skies of crimson
shaded by a yellow flavour
that burst from a descending sun .
I will always remember
the summer haze
our sunny yesterdays
of echoing laughter
the flowers and rainbow rays
throughout sunshine days
that followed after .
I will never forget
the hillcrest nights
the bat flights
that twisted and circled
the far flung street lamps
and car head lights
that flickered as they twinkled .
I will always recall the nights
that would slowly fall .
The orange tinted
lunar disc
the fresh leaf air all minted
and brisk
these times pictured forever
in a photographic mind
unsevered

Pick Me Up Again

When I dream, I'm high up top,
Standing above the world.
Safe and sound in you're arms,
Warmth and love radiation.
How I know, It's not fake-
It could be a whimsical fantasy.
Yet it's why I love you,
Still to this day-
No matter the harm you've done.
Why it hurts all the more-
This simple little act of yours.
When I was small-
And the world was big!
Vast and bright and new.
You plucked me up-
From the ground I stood,
And placed me on those shoulders.
I was a giant!
Walking among them we rode-
The joy can be felt,
The love is still here,
And the man I admire is there-
No matter the pain-
Or the tears I've shed,
For this reason I love you.
Still I can feel, or dream it real-
Those times up high-
Safely held by you're strong hands,
Lovingly unaware..
Those times you were him-
Daddy pick me up again.

I remember

I remember the fading sunset
over the glowy blue ocean
the gentle breeze that blew
the soft white sand
the calls of the seabirds
as they flew for home

I remember your hands on mine
your warmth of you
in the circle of my arms
the gentle kiss
on my forehead
the slow walk home afterwards

I remember the promises you made
the words gentle and kind
a pact to be together, to return
to that place again
the seaside far in the north
to remember this time

And now as I look at you
slumbering by my side
I thank what gods there are
who granted our wish that day
to live for each other everyday
and I will never forget

::Ms. Sugar Cougar::

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Jeff's mom, quite similar to mine; except in my mind
See, Jeff’s mom is… She’s into some serious fun & games
See Jeff’s mom is into guessing and possessing guy’s names
She always adding them to small bits of paper
Known to be into alotta.. “no frown” type capers
Streamlined, I'm loving the way it tapers
Straightaway from them necklines
Straight down to them booty lines
Each mound…always up for a kid around
Whenever Jeff’s friends came around

She’d be all about that “let it all hang-out”

For sure, NO doubt
She would talk up the fresh lemonade
Then mention more “stuff” to persuade
Them guys who got nervous they’d certainly start to fade
Even got too hot, an embarrassment for Jeff?
Guess, even Jeff had to seek shade
And on this particular day
Jeff's mom; she’s offering me a dutch
Masking surprise keeping it wise, I say
uhhhhhhhhhh…thank you very much
I’m thinking, maybe, just maybe
This is some type of a conversational crutch
Anyways I’m thinking..
this here, it’s a very nice touch

After awhile, after that,
guess it was on to that next caper
Where that next caper came after inhaling that vapor  
After the mist seemed to disappear
Seemed like the conversation; it kind of veered
Like it altogether disappeared; no longer constrained.
Seemingly we was about to get entertained  
I had a thought; that this might go into something long range
I’m now watching Jeff’s mom; she's on a trip
See she starts to dip; add some venturing
She's into what appears to be the sexually deranged
Me…I’m just feeling somewhat kind of strange.
Maybe somehow this had been prearranged. But
This here affair was now in the realm of Ms. Sugar Bear
Grey streaks in sandy blond hair
Her smile is gleaming and her breast is now bare.
And I’m into a dip-stick daze where all I could do is stare.
Twin moons…they sit; they just a blazing…me?
I’m Higher than High and I’m straight gazing
My recon’s science is all about the razing and
I’m feeling like I’m bout to start praising
I’m thinking to myself…Kid?
Don’t you know Jeff’s Mom is really-really brazen?
This cougar for sure, she’s Mountain View amazing!



::so now::



We inside the condo; tug-o-war my side going “uh Oh”
Here is where my conscience.. Its saying, “Don’t go”
But like now it’s the time, it’s like whatever
It’s like a Tri-Pod-X video and this one's called “Endeavor”
Push-up-Bra...Who? Jeff’s mom? Never.
Her Surgeon General got silicon that’s real clever.
Jeff’s mom, she banks stacks.
Got that gift for gab no flab and that’s the facts.
Got features for creatures fully extended
I’m thinking for her age; she’s been very well attended
Tight & very well blended..
Seems that's been her physical specs to this day
Time hasn’t caused her any dismay.  
Yet clearly her play is based on what’s relentless
Jeff's mom...she kinda reckless; but
to leave you NO doubt
I went the rout and went on with this
Pursuing ecstasy with a slick sick-sickness
That wetness, bet this; making one want to witness.
I’m so high; thinking, “Kid, you wanna go & get this
Where everything & anything…It’ll most certainly get polished”

She had them ancient places enveloping and groping
This young man is sky HIGH & gripped while coping
And I'm truly astonished doing all the best I can
So go ahead you can admonish
but I was tripping, getting quite the mannish
I was hungry; the old girl was quite the famished
I mean I was just a kid; but Jeff’s mom placed the bid
Really, she should’ve known a smidgen bit better
Left me with a crush; I had never had better

In any event; that go round,
I never shared with Jeff or shared it with anybody.
How Jeff’s mom had me turned out like…you know, Lottie Dotty.
But I did ask him where he had disappeared “that” day.
All he said was, His mom had called my mom;
Her saying, “let’s do our pups” today

I said, uhhhhhhhhhh really…Yo, kid, you don’t say?
Jeff added, “he hadn’t”
grinning inna funny kinda way.















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photo: Michele Randell

This;

Like a puppet on a string,
You guided me around,
And you forced me to sing,
Made me speak without sound.

I was just a doll in your little act,
I was just a puppet in your show.
And isn’t that how reality is, in fact?
That’s something I, especially, should know.

Yet I’m only one step from a breakdown,
And I’m two steps from your salvation.
You’re pulling me across the stage now,
Tugging those strings with silent calculation.

Every show must draw to an end, dear master.
And every string must eventually wear thin and break.
You’re tugging me across the stage now, faster and faster.
I am an empty shell, there is nothing left of me for you to take.

I hold onto that fleeting dream that eventually I’ll free,
And that those hands I once treasured and loved so much,
Won’t turn around again today and beat me,
That instead they’ll offer a tender touch.

Perhaps these are just pipe dreams of mine though,
As again you leave me to go slack on the strings this relationship,
And as I hang there I think to myself, “I don’t know,
If I can survive any more of this.”

Never Forgotten

I still remember how you look
I still remember the way you sound
I could see you every day
even if i wasn't in town

I love the way you smiled
you made me laugh all day
I hoped that I could tell you
that i love you the most and i wished you could stay

But Even now that your gone  
your still here with me in the end
You where never forgotten
till I see you again my friend