On My Asylum Walls (Poem 1)

Where is the bright blue semi that left,1

My father dead,2

My sister dying,3

Me standing, bathed in blood,4

Horse pajamas flaring,5

Still too young to swallow cocktails6

Still too young to care.7

Hit and Run8

Hit and Run9

Sent our rover spinning,10

Cotton candy-style into the spindle of sharp, 11

Onyx,12

Woods13

Mad at the world.14

Baseball cap.15

Mad world--open arms to alcohol.16

My blood--their blood,17

I was thrown.18

Four. Seven. Twenty Nine.19

And then,20

Another car,21

Spiraling down the lane of ice and tar,22

Saw me.23

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Hit and run, hit and run.26

Man in green shorts took my hand,27

Lead me to his mini-van,28

Promised me ice-cream and pipe-dreams29

And told me not to cry.30

His mellow voice candy-coated by years31

Of being father, mother, sugar-daddy.32

So much blood...33

And my sister,34

Tangled35

In twisted metal, Shattered glass, cardboard-vinyl flames.36

By the voices she awoken,37

And reached for me,38

Before she realized she was broken.39

An angel40

an angel41

An angel in the sky...42

Too afraid to cry.43

And the man with the tattooed hands,44

And me inside his minivan,45

Slid across the asphalt road,46

Comforting me with his pastry-poison words.47

We passed the driver of the blue semi,48

Cherry-top49

Bottoms-up50

Baseball-cap-capsized into flaming, tangled51

Carton to the sky.52

Curled fingers on the buttons,53

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He spoke to me.55

I didn't listen.56

I did not know this man, with the tattooed hands,57

And I58

Screamed59

Cowered 60

Struggled61

Scratched62

Threw back the juice-box,63

The candy,64

The Samurai Sword of his tongue65

The electricity of his lips66

And when the cops and stretchers came,67

And carried away the inanimate, marionette,68

Black bags,69

Blue lights,70

White arms71

Hold me tight.72

Moments, magic, years have passed.73

"Why won't you stop screaming?"74

The angel asks,75

In her blazing coronet.76

The blood diffuses,77

I smile and say,78

"Because I'm not with you yet."79

Author notes

I don't know why, but I felt like doing a series of poetry written by girls on the walls of their asylum room. Creepy thought, yes, but I thought it would fit in with my novel. I just woke up with this poem in my head and it evolved into a good idea.

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  • lenore2010
    October 6, 2008

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    Wow. I loved this, absolutely loved it. I really liked how it was... tangled? I think that word could fit. It was really really original, a bit creepy, and fantastically wonderful at the same time. Your imagery was magnificent. Excellent job! Keep writing!!

  • Heart in a headlock
    September 22, 2008

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    Touching

    Its purposefully disjointed, yet tied togeather by the repeated phrases... hauntingly beautiful. Good Work.

  • Adelaide Blood
    September 16, 2008
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    cool

    nuts but i really really liked that! awesome!

  • xXBlack.RainbowXx
    September 16, 2008

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    WOW WOW WOW! I loved this! Forget the long and meaningless comment: I just freaking loved how original and great this poem is! Go daughter! Keep on writing more! They're amazing!

    ~*Princess*~