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Prompt 8: Cliché

20 Aug

Prompt 8: Cliché

The apple never falls far from the tree,” says the poor woman of her child.

Even in her youth

filling her mind with

the same rubbish most hear

others speak upon their worst enemy.

Even taking her journals

and them away

Taking the books she read

as if the meant nothing

and banning them from her-

It isn’t worth it- you’ll be just like me,”

she said fold a hot basket of clothes-

What children aren’t told is they

don’t have to be like anyone.

Not even mommy and daddy.

Read your books-

Write your journals,

One day you’ll be a great

writer and will have all the things that were

decided for me not to have,”

she should say.

I remember a book we made

back in grade school on the old colored puzzle carpet-

The one I had vomited on so many times before.

Anyways, I digress. I remember the letters and reading the stories I read-

I’ve had but one still dream and it remains.

Despite what they say,

I am my mothers child.

But I am not my mother.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Dream

19 Aug

Dream

 

I’ve been having euphoric dreams of bubbly clear ponds an d lush fields of green

and I saw a pretty boy singing with a mandolin-

he was sharing a song with a ripe colorful smuggish grin

 

when I walked and set foot into the pond I noticed dozens of shimmering fish,

casting light like mother of pearl and so I made a wish

 

I’d tell you what it was but that would defeat the purpose so…

I’ve locked this dream away in my closet and made a friend of the beau

 

I’ve made it my home I return to every night

to wash away the burden of my life of black and white

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Prompt 6: Personification

19 Aug

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/prompt-6-personification/

Prompt 6: Personification

Dear Tom,

You turned me on again

Yesterday night

As quickly as you did

You forgot

Rushing to your desk

feverishly working

swallowing back your bourbon

I wonder if

it was as not to recognize me?

Svelte beauty

Golden Bronze

You dressed me

In a resplendent shade-

you were astonished

only minutes after to turn me off

leaving me in the dark.

I quit this game of redundancy

I swear sometimes you WANT

me to burst my bulb-

Well if it helps you pay the bills …

Regrettably Yours,

Lamp

I asked

18 Aug

I asked

 

I asked for a whisper,

and that was in vain.

I couldn’t beg you to utter or even murmur my name.

I asked for a wish,

this I swear to be true-

one that I’d use or better waste on you.

I asked for an embrace,

but it just would not have been fair.

because I’m always here, you’re never there.

I asked for acknowledgement,

that was just far too much.

I would dare ask for a kiss, let alone a touch.

Since everything I ask is a daunting task,

never will I bother again, though the yearning is true-

I will not ask to become a part of you.

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Insanity

17 Aug

Why can’t I love what I envy?

Why can’t I have what is not there?

I feel a chill from within me

I feel it’s time to lay it bare.

What ever makes me smile I hate….

Whatever makes us bitter we mate…

The hilarity is not that we sleep

but that we snore-

What’s hilarious is being locked inside closed doors…

Insanity though dark and parasitic always wins

For it ever seeks and destroys

all hope we’ve burrowed within

so as much we lie, contradict or smear

We I deem, our own enemy, our own worst fear.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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