Here I am again

Lonely

Directionless

It's another night

Where all that occupies

My mind's eye

Is the searing hot metal

Clamoring from a barrel

Through my throat

Exploding through flesh

Shattering bone

Terminating processes

Leaving a scarlet pool

Embracing a tragic

Long awaited ending

To a too long story

So perfect for me

That’s what you are

There’s no other way to put it

You make me shine like a star

You bring out the best in me

You show me your love

You’re always there for me

And so I give you my love

So perfect for me

That’s what you are

You’re all I’ve ever wanted

I could not ask for more

Sweet, caring, and loving you are.

It’s a dream come true

A wish come true on a star

So perfect for me

That’s what you are

Everything you’ll be

And everything you do.

You can always count on me

To always be there for you

So perfect for me

That’s what you are.

Emma,

As you grow

You'll come to know

Life's ups and downs

But don't fuss or frown

Keep that smile,

Trust me, it will take you miles.

Finally, be yourself,

Trust yourself,

Love yourself.

Kissing your lips

Is like closing my eyes

And floating into

The great beyond

Holding you close to me

Feels like true inner peace

Your scent floating

Up into my nostrils

Like a beautiful rose

You get me high

And I can't get

Enough of you.

My natural high

Is experiencing

The world

I want to spend

The rest of my life

Experiencing

The world

With you

Morbidly obese

She stands at the far

End of the food court

Gut peaking out from

Beneath a too small

But the biggest they sold

Shirt.

Staring with eyes

Heavy with the weight

Of drooping cheeks,

Skin that has melted

Over the years

Deciding which

Front will host her frenzy

Fast food, chinese, or subs.

Rosy cheeks glistening,

Sweat yielded from

The escalator,

The huff huff wheeze

The breaths of rest. 

You floated away

Into the night

Like a summers dream

Come and gone

As suddenly you

Had appeared

So you'd left

And as soon as

I had felt love

It disappeared from sight

She's so irritating

(you're so irritating)

I can't lose her, I'm trying so hard

(maybe if I sit here and ignore you

Long enough I'll lose you…let's hope)

She's so annoying

(you're so annoying)

I'm just hanging out with her 'cuz I feel bad

(the only reason you're in my presence right

Now is because I feel bad for you)

A tub of popcorn please

Extra butter?  Definitely.

What?  A gallon of soda for

Three more bucks?

Sure, why not.

Throw in some candy too?

Bulk? Yeah.

You guys should sell

Fried dough, you'd make a killing.

Ooo and french fries.

French fries are the perfect

Movie snack,

With cheese, chili,

And some sour cream.

Thanks, I'm good to munch

For the next two hours.

Can't you guys make these

Seats any bigger?

We sit here

In almost complete

Silence.

It's not warm enough

To fish quite yet

With our

Beer guts and

Shoes with no socks

Awaiting lures

And bait

We'll take the food

Court instead

Pant legs rising to our shins

Showing arthritic ankles

Our jaws they tremble

White hairs on our chins

As we mumble

Dentures secure,

But every once in a while

We slur our words

A little drool

A little spittle

Just sitting here

Till fishing season.

This becomes my

Own private addiction

Taken to my personal place

I withdraw from sharing my space

No more social distractions

Just me and this habit forming

Taking me deeper into the lies

And deception

Slowly I become what I am not

Roll and tumble

Fall in folly

Losing myself

Like a pilgrim without a map

My compass is broken

Navigational retreat

Two red bulls

My own personal

Pot of coffee

An eighth

Some pain killers

A pack of newp's

A little nyquil

Some vodka

And celexa 20 mils

Elated sedation

A body in chaos

Pull the trigger

You know you want to

Just one little click

And it's all over

The screaming

The internal bleeding

Sleepless nights

And voices in conflict

The hopelessness

The emptiness

Send my corpse

To burn

Send this body

To rot

I don't care

I won't be here

Every night I pray

To a god I'm not

Sure is there

Pleading to keep

What I've been given

To not have stripped from me

The greatest gift

I've been blessed with

This woman

This woman so beautiful

So kind so strong

This woman I can't

Help falling for

This woman so sweet and lovely

This lady that captivates

My restless heart

This amazing lover

Who is everything I'd dreamt of

God, let me keep her.

Write for the inspiration

Write for the boredom

Write for the potential

Write for the opportunity

Just write.

Her giant eyes

Hiding behind darkened lenses

And I think to myself

'The sun stole her soul'

So for today

I can't read her

I'm not sure what

She's thinking

Those windows are closed

And I start to sweat

Like I'm locked in a sauna

She grins with a

Smile of anonymity

I fidget with

A nervous uncertainty

She likes to see me squirm

And she knows she's got me

So I break and fall apart

Shear satisfaction

She picks me back up

Puts me together

And kisses my lips

Like she had no other intention

When does this stop?

When do we get serious?

When do we straighten up?

When do we let go of the excuses?

Do what we we're meant to do

Be who we we're meant to be

Rise above these chains

That keep us bound and captive

When do we break free?

Is this path of self-destruction eternal?

Or just cyclic?

What will it take?

My family disappointed

Health deteriorating

Friendships fading

When does that reality check come?

They say it's in the mail

I have yet to see it

Am I weak?

Or am I stubborn?

When do the lies cease?

When does honesty break through

Like sun through the clouds

Scorching these bloodshot eyes

With a cleansing chemical burn of hope

Scraping away these self-inflicted scars

You bastard

You touched me

As I slept

You asshole

You corrupted

My future

My family

My dreams

You polluted my life

Like a worm rots an apple

With your distasteful

Groping, dirty hands

In the night.

More from Katie Wipfler

Definition of Alliteration:

Neurotic negotiators need nasty nipples

to lick like luscious lollipops

During difficult depressions and discrepancies doused with ideas of drugs like...

Coke, crack, crank and smack...leading to;

Sex supplying silly swimming sperm

fiending for fun, fucked females feeling up faggots.

Crazy Christians can question the killing,

But baby boy, bitchy Baptists bust your balls to the walls

Which whistle while they work.

Are You Willing?

Are you willing to swim a traitorous sea or face Lucifer himself to wrap around you the ground beneath me?

Are you willing to allow your breath to escape you when you see me do the things I do?

Are you willing to follow a rough path’s wrath just to hear me laugh?

Are you willing to claim the fragile earth in the name of all I’m worth?

Are you willing to take my hand in support when I make a stand?

Are you willing to take the stars from the sky and place them in my heart so I can fly?

Are you willing to be a man in times of war or give me sex when I want more?

If you’re willing to love me with all your heart, I suppose that’s a damn good start.

Surround the Stars

I look up and all the stars fall around me.

I allowed the universe to set them free.

Slowly drifting and fading out to the soft earth below,

A place where the plush grass can grow.

I tip-toe across the moonlit pond,

only to create this magical bond.

Gentle ripples emerging from my toes touch.

Forming further out in one collected bunch.

The wind speaks in slow gentle breezes.

My thoughts it freezes.

Stealing my breath for lost sanity.

I look up and the stars are my canopy.

Still falling,

The wind still calling.

My body becomes numb and tense.

But the ponds crystal surface remains dense.

 I reach to grasp the twinkling light,

But with too much might...

Only to fall with the stars all around,

So the whole world I can surround.

Must Become Better

Quietly contemplating the urgency to become better.

Attempting to evolve into something meekly indestructible.

Imperfection is no longer invisible.

Got to reach this impractical conception and remain stable.

Don’t think I’m able.

Swirling around looking down I think I found a temporary solution,

Featured Poet of the Month (October 2010): Katie Wipfler

Katie Wipfler is October's featured writer.  She is a writer from Horseheads, NY.  Katie attended Mansfield University before returning to the area.  Her writing includes poetry as well as short stories and children's books.  Look for Katie's work today and Monday!!



No Justice

Seizuring poetry provides no ounce of false justice

as the sky breaths life into an empty night.

A jealous moon clings to its only backbone of security

...being happy just to be.

Raw pierces through the dilation,

Mesmerized by daunting creation.

Impossible becomes powerless.

Definitions, meaningless.

The fury surges forward and ignores how she’s adored,

adorned with inconceivable expectations that flow

from the disillusioned million holding their breaths below.

Comfortable Cravings

Enlighten my curiosity with sexy, slow tenses.

Your sweat beads and drops to salty pools of passion,

As my cravings you fix with grinding intensity.

God’s liquid children cling tightly to my thigh.

I’m high again, reborn to an artificial mother.

My Favorite Detour

Hold your breath and throw down your arms.

Wince and throw back a shot of charm.

Create, don’t exaggerate.

Smiles glow subtle in the night,

growing stronger and burning bright.

Sparks dance on unbridled breezes.

The excitement increases.

Tingles shiver up crooked spines,

as we trip through crooked lines.

Twinkling balls of heat dance alone

And shadow out the stone I chucked below.

Caress what meets your curious eye.

Inhale everyone’s contented sigh.

This contentment is our life’s adventure.

That’s why mine is my favorite detour.

In indecipherable letters and phrases.

Unknowing what each expression is representing,

It’s as naked as I in the heart and other places.

I will never become what I strive to see in others.

I will never be seen naked by someone completely as I desperately pray,

But I can lay rest assured in my thoughts,

I can always see others this way.

Life Is Not Like What People See

No matter how much I wish time would sometimes stop,

Or that someone would see me smile in slow motion,

I know life is not like a movie,

And there is no music in the background to emphasize a moments emotion.

No matter how much I wish someone would slowly brush the hair from my eyes,

Or weep knowing I’m in pain,

I know this is not reality

And life in general is pretty plain.

The reality of life is that people don’t notice subtleties.

People don’t recognize true beauty.

People don’t appreciate the slow motion wonders in life that are free.