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Candycorn

candy corn

though you are not of my world

nor i yours—

i suspect our customs are not so different

under the skin

i suspect you know a little about being

candycorn painful

i guess you know a little about being

a two-bit King.

~Melanie Thomason

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Stand

Eye wouldn’t go in there

they say,

They say it’s creepy.

Red eye at dawn,

I stayed up and dreamed.

Summer nights and star jasmine,

the mown grass greeness of moonrise

and the purple grove after

This is battle and betrothal.

I promised to stand and to be true,

then there was the sound of grey green thunder

and I was almost weeping,

but the screams of my aching nights

were the only things keeping me from clawing

my skull from beneath my skin

and painting my fate with slippery warmth.

~Melanie Thomason

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Hope

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Holding on to

One dream one

Promise to be

Exempt from despair

~Melanie Thomason

 

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Awen

senses,

I remember the reap and feasts

of old,

I remember you.

There is a line of crimson-curled poesy

working deep inside

and it’s biting at my ribs

to be let out–

(this is Awen–when muse strikes and you are helpless before it.)

I’m trying,

oh I’m trying to live.

I’m trying to be real.

that’s what,

Shut Up.

It’s not like anything else I know.

~Melanie Thomason

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math and baggage

we are but travelers here

picking up a few souvenirs along the way

i know things don’t always go right

and so i write

ya see I’ve never been good at math

but when I feel like i have nothing left

it all adds up to you

there beside me,

slightly to the left

making me more than one

and i know that i have won

I am worthy of love after all

and that particular piece of baggage can be tossed aside

cause i no longer have need of it

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

 

 

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Do you know who I am?

I‘m tongue-tied and vague

a red-headed harpy let loose by the sun

I’m the price of a stiff drink

in a one horse town

I’m a dusty floored attic

and you are leaving footprints as you go

I’m a wild summer night

driving too fast and screaming

obscenities out the windows

I’m the grey-green glow from the instrument panel

I’m the nubby-brown tack

of nicotine stained curtains

in a secondhand room

I’m incense in a closed space

I’m falling asleep in front of the TV

on a school night

I’m decadence made plain

I’m a whey-faced creature

coughed up by the earth

I’m butter-yellow sunshine

and I live in your eyes

I’m 10 feet tall and raggedy red

I’m desperately trying to make you see

I’m the sticky peeling pain

of sweat on vinyl

I’m the summer dusk from childhood

I’m wishing on stars and dandelion puffs

I’m fairy dust and magic wands

I’m the moon on an October night

I’m the orange-grey haze

falling on wet pavement

in February

I’m rain on leaves

on dead tree rings

I’m…

I’m…

Do you know who I am yet?

I’m a blue-eyed

dime store queen

I am who is

and might have been.

 

~Melanie Thomason

I originally posted this here on May 2nd 2013 so it’s the poem’s anniversary 😉

*yes, those are my eyes and that is the most of me I’m willing to post!

 

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we, women

I

me

you

she

child

girl

sister

daughter

woman

lover

mother

we,

women

 

 

We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed

without

woman

 

 

Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anniversary Gift

seafoam green

with an excited gleam in his eyes

he hands her a package

silently she opens to find

a fantasy of silk and lace

sea-foam green and barely there

he directs her to undress and put it on

wordlessly she complies

he observes as silk slides across young, pert flesh

he commands her to model it for him

to move with the music

she complies as he watches with hungry eyes

brusquely he pulls it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor

 pushing her roughly to the bed

he can’t be bothered with undressing

he just takes what he wants from behind

when he is done he notices the delicate green silk crumpled under his boot

he tosses it to her and says

“Wash that and re-wrap it before your mom gets home.”

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog, this poem is in my 2nd book of poetry.

Moonpies & Naugahyde

which is available in full color, black and white or on Kindle.

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