It’s Immie.
10 Oct 2014 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: arguing, couples, Fighting
It’s Immie.
24 Aug 2014 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: arguing, collapse of relationships, hate, pain
The fear rises from the pit of my stomach pushing up through the bile
Depositing itself on my tongue. Burning searing all the while
The anger comes from nowhere, no rhyme or reason for his hate
All at once the shouting starts, warning signs come too late .
Screaming at each other words are razor sharp insults flying
They hurt as much as blows but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him see me crying!
Hate burning into our hearts and souls. You are dragging me slowly over the coals
Where does this angst come from why do we keep fighting what evil sets the goals.
When did we drive our love to this hate
When did life sour the food on our plate
It all started out so fine we were shining stars
Now we are muddied and blooded and covered in scars.
The fear rises from the pit of my stomach pushing up through the bile
Depositing itself on my tongue. Burning searing all the while
The anger comes from nowhere, no rhyme or reason for his hate
All at once the shouting starts, warning signs come too late .
23 Apr 2013 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: arguing, Day 23, love coffee, marital pressure, NaPoWriMo, stress, Triolet poems
NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today’s prompt is to write a triolet, which is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. So I have attempted three separate Triolets, one Coffee is a rearrangement of one I had written a while back . Stupid and Eggshells are both new…… here goes then.
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Stupid
Why am I stupid I want to know
Why do I make his danger signals glow
Whatever I try makes him angry so …..
Why am I so stupid I want to know
Why is it I always set his danger signals aglow.
Why am I stupid I want to know
Why do I make his danger signals glow
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Coffee
I do love my cup of coffee
Especially when it’s hot and frothy
Not for me Vanilla or toffee for
I do love my cup of coffee
But it must be hot and frothy for
I do love my cup of coffee
Especially when it’s hot and frothy
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Eggshells
I walk on eggshells all my life
Trying to be the perfect wife
Heading off all trouble and strife
I walk on eggshells all my life
Shall I ever be the perfect wife
I walk on eggshells all my life
Trying to be the perfect wife
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