And Time stood still

Write about that time in your life when it changed drastically or dramatically. It can be positive, dark, scary, a love story ...
One entry per person, any length. Be creative and title your poem. No collaborations, sorry.  New members are encouraged to participate.  Most of all, enjoy!

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Cat Scratch Fever

My gawd she was pure awesome evil bitch..    
Was love at first sight.    
High gloss, blood red lips like she had just ate a man for a quick snack..    
And she was quite capable of it..    
What a wicked gal, with a vulpine grin to match!      
I worshipped her way of lady sly.    
I Immediately needed to lick her from that ruby lip to pretty pretty fingertip..clean.    
It was full on quick.    
     
Maggy.. the name was apropos.    
Rod's sentiments would match mine exactly..during and after.    
"Maggy..i wish i'd never seen your face!"      
Sung loud through the bluesiest booziest of tears..made a first class fool and a droolin drunk outta me. Repeatedly..    
Much to my neighbors dismay..    
Broom knocks all night on their ceiling..begging to silence my broken heart rock 'n roll or the cat heat howls coming outta our place at all hours.    
We were young and totally self absorbed.    
The knocks barely registered to us below our bed. Maggy and me humping and squeeling, from claws to purrrs..hissing to deep pussy cat kissing.    
She seduced and fucked me good and over many times throughout the whole twisted love affair...of the whiskeyed up kitty  snatches.    
     
I loved every passionate, thrilling minute of it..teehee!      
Wellll..maybe..almost every.    
That last night was a tragic hot mess.    
At least we were consistantly purrrfucked up.    
Came home to our place late after work.    
I heard Maggie's moans of fuck the minute i stepped in.      
I felt my face go cold white..    
Every ounce of my blood drained to my feet.    
It seemed a slow motion walk over endless sinking matress like carpet to our bedroom.    
There she was..my baby all liquored up,  with some trashy trick i loathed from the corner bar between her perfect knees...    
And she had my favorite dildo up Maggie's hellish lovely pink!    
I went for the kill!      
Auuugh!!!    
An all out hair pulling, claw scratching, blood curdling screaming cat fight ensued.      
     
The Neighbors at some point said screw the broom...    
And the next thing i new Mr. police man was pulling us apart and all three of us were in cuffs.      
Thats all pretty fuzzy..    
Somehow we avoided jail..    
We did not however manage to avoid the break up.      
She was gone like a hateful feline ghost the next day.      
Awe Maggy. We were something else.

Hamsa puzzle

I'd gripped the mug so hard
that the ends of my fingers  
were a strange purple
by the time the tea was cold;
the television was singing arias
to Jesus, over and over  
on every single channel  
bleaching the walls within.
 
I couldn't have cared less
that it was Easter, or that the world  
was celebrating life when everything
in me had dropped down dead:
 
I remembered stroking her
and how tiny she was, how
her fingernails looked like tears
on a Hamsa puzzle,
how the mottled skin
on her exposed stomach  
took me back to marbled pictures
in a primary world
 
how the traffic held it's breath
inside rush hour lungs
as I waited for the exhale,
and counted backwards.

Calamitygin and Miss_Sub, thank you for your respective entry.

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Vee ...thank you for your entry.

I hate myself

I sat in my life, and stared off into space
Past mortal time, and past heavens gates
I could see god, and I could see you all
I stared in emptieness, and what caused it all.

I am alive, but that moment I died
Every night in my sleep, I relive the time
I thought I needed someones love
But it's impossible if you can't love yourself.

The mass looked majestic, for a second
Time had stopped, right before I wrecked it
Time had stopped, but fake spirits laughed
As I woke from such a solemn trance.

Every day since I taste a barrel
Pray to feel the burn of a needle
Sit on the tracks and hope to sleep
Leave a world, ruined by me.

wingless42, thank you. You might want to title that.

"Stripes"

Born amongst a stable of cats
Long haired, short haired sure
Cat's of light and dark fur
None so special, or likeable
'Till this one special kitty

I like her, she has eloquent stripes
I at first named her 'Stripey' people called her stripes
I was six
Quite a little friend
I hold her close, I enjoy her licks


I know I spend sunny days with her
We have a common admiration of dirt
I worry she'll allow herself to get hurt
She's shades of grey and white
You should see that cat in sunlight
She's dead now, she was not even two
But she took a stroll, and those wheels did too
And she stuck her head in the way


I was 7, my life's still standing there
A damn cat, 12 years later I still see her
I see her by every damn swing
But what irritates me most I only picture her dead
When I stepped to the corner of the house and froze
I saw a furry corpse by road's edge
And time stood still
I can still feel myself saying "No! No!'
I can remember those days well
I remember when something happned she's who I'd tell
But I can only picture her on her side, quite lifeless
I don't know why



I remember sobbing on a swing
And I asked if her soul had escaped
If it flew around as an angel
No one answered but I wrote my first song there
I can't fully remember it, but it was about her
Something about rather her soul had escaped
My mom told me it was dark for someone my age
But I had my tears, I was in a fit of rage
And if but only for a moment at peace
Hoping she's only asleep


My life stood still looking at her
A tender soul was no more
My heart was quite tore
She was the first, yet it seems
Every pet I've owned passed young
Sick or wondering on asphalt
So I dislike pets and their faults
They die so damn easy
But only after affection connects me
Though I suppose I'm still a sucker
For friends of a furry four-legged variety


Rest in piece grey cat of pretty stripes
You left a lost boy with tears to wipe
But it is not your blame, and its alright.

anonymouslyhere, thank you for your entry.

The Time

I didn’t get the chance
I didn’t get the time
To tell you I was sorry
To tell you I’d made a bad choice
To tell you how much I loved you
To tell you it was all a mistake
The kinda mistake that men make
I am sorry she was younger than you
I am sorry she was prettier than you
I’m sorry I chose her over you
Given my time over again
I would have chosen differently
I would not have been ruled by lust
And not led around by my cock
If it helps any, it wasn’t great
If it helps any, you were so much better
I love you more than anything
I wish I had, had much more time
To say I’m sorry and to let you know
It was always you, you were the one
Had you not plunged the knife
So deeply and repeatedly
I might have had the time
To tell you all these things
And love you just like before

Be There

I held my mom's hand as she took her last breath.
I talked to my brother for about three hours the night he left.
Sharing and thanking them for all the experiences we shared through the years.
Last week, my wife got the call; she has cancer,
Simultaneously ending and starting her fears.  

On the one hand, there is so little any of us can actually do
Life's music goes on, with beats of happiness, sadness, friendship, loneliness
After the last heartbeat
The music ends and silence begins.
Such a familiar tune
Such a familiar dance.
Each of us is only one of 7 billion
By definition, insignificant

But, on the other hand,
You can be with someone,
Sharing in their life's band,
Dancing to their tune
Till the final note
By definition, significant

.the Gift.

I cursed god
a blessing
on the day my daughter
was born;
because he allowed me
to be
the mother
my mother wasn’t

Love And Light


That which didn’t kill me
made me want to die, anyway;  the Rabbis still
walk the streets of New York, their Holy Books tucked
under their arms, framed with mantles, searching
for their Messiah, while I searched for purpose and
meaning as I touched you one last time.  

The Messiah came and left, and with him, went
you.  I cried. I cried in despair, and
watched as your songs became living things, from
the oils of God that ran rivulets along
your fingertips.  

I met you under your Thinking Tree, as I finally
slept, and I saw where we shall live, but you gave
me a ring instead, and sent me away.  I put it on
and it absorbed into my skin, empowering me to
go on and do that which you said I still must do.
I cannot take it off, for it is alive now, and you insisted
I must wear it, always.
I will, for you.

Ah, Brave One—the sky seemed so big, as you became
ash, like the hand of God could reach in and gather
me up to be with you, but it was merely an
expansion needed to hold all of what you are, for
your mortal skin was even too small for your
heart.

I live, because I must; the scent of blooms that flooded
me, after I drew upon the strength that still seeped from
you as you lay entwined in the Rosary, shall serve as
anointing for the days to come, when
I meet you in the roadside flowers at
the Crossover Place.

“Love and light, Shabbat-Shalom, until all is made new.”

Thank you David, jvp, DevlinDLC  and Mlavender for your participation.