I Remember

I remember when I found out I was going to lose you
There was nothing that could he done to save you
That you would be dead before the weekend was done

I remember feeling as if a nuclear bomb had hit
That I was still alive seemed a cruel joke
How could I be expected to live without you?

I remember feeling frozen inside after you were released from your dying body
Instead of releasing the pain in my soul through tears
I became cold and angry

Little friend who brought joy to my sad heart
Forever I remember

CIE

Prompts:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Because I am using my tablet tonight, I could not really follow the prompt exactly as written. The photos of Lafayette were taken by me, and I limited my word count to 100.

Napowrimo.net

Write about something you remember

I hope you folkers realize that it is very difficult to compose a poem when tears are fogging up your glasses and blurring your already less than perfect vision.

My Eyes Have Seen Me

My Eyes Have Seen, Version 4

Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

Model: The Real Cie

My Eyes Have Seen Me

51 and still wondering why life hurts so much

Lost dad, became half an orphan at 45

Diagnosed bipolar, borderline and obsessive-compulsive at 38

Divorced at 29

Mother at 25

Married at 23

Met son’s dad at 18

First suicide attempt at 16

Troubled teen

Ghost whisperer

Alien, born 1965

~Cie~

This shaky selfie actually is a pretty accurate illustration of what it's like to be inside my soul on a bad day. Today was a pretty bad day. This has been a really bad spring for my depression.

 

Prompts Used:

 

Tea Time in the Netherworld

Image Source

Sadly I never got to meet any of you while you were alive

But once we are all in spirit together, I'm hoping you might want

To come have a spot of tea with me, so I can sit and listen to

You relive your lives in stories of wild times, triumph and tragedy

You were more than your stories, I know, you were real people, heart and soul

Lemmy, who pulled no punches, rough outsides but a heart of gold within

David, a real star who brought magic from the stars, a true gentleman

Alan the thespian, bringing Severus Snape to amazing life

Prince, diminutive giant, royally blessed with talent supreme

Chyna, gentle, troubled soul, no-one really ever understood

Sad, delicate Malcolm, body still here but spirit already gone

Our sweet beasties; if you think cats don't drink tea, you didn't know our cats

I'm not trying to be pushy, I hope I'm not asking for too much

But if you have a moment in your busy afterlife, you might like

To perhaps take just a minute and stop to have a wee spot of tea

To maybe stay a while, and spend the afternoon with Adam and Cie

Created by Adam and Cie

The invitation is always open!

Prompts used:

(Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie)

Remembering His Purple Reign

When the doves cry in the purple rain

You know I will remember

What will you remember?

Riding in your little red corvette

You can bet I will remember

What will you remember?

Partying like it's 1999

You can be sure I will remember

What will you remember?

The Prince of music eclectic

The defier of conventions

The innovator

The motivator

That's what I'll remember!

Love, 

Bloomy

Prompts Used:

Fallen

Image by Sarolta Ban

Once upon a dream

 An angel was sent to Earth

 She has lost her way

~Cie~

Prompt Used:

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads:

Where did I come from? 

NaPoWriMo:

See notes

Notes:

This Lune addresses the metaphysical theory that I may not just be trashed out mentally ill fuckup, I may be a fallen angel. I have been studying the Lost Books of the Bible and the works of Dr. Doreen Virtue, and what I am reading rings true for me. If it makes you feel better, you can file this theory under trashed out mentally ill fuckup and just appreciate the poem, or not. I don't really care, just don't be a dick about it.

The line "once upon a dream" was inspired by the line "once upon a December," which comes from a song in the animated movie "Anastasia." I would not have come up with this if it weren't for today's NaPoWriMo prompt, so although I didn't specifically follow their instructions, they did inspire me. 

 

Misunderstood

All the young girls in Zecor

Say that they would adore

The way their lives would transform

If only they could adorn

Themselves like Princess Ondina

Picture-perfect Ondina

It's such a shame, the girls say

That Ondina turned away

The advances of her half brother

They say that he would be such a fine lover

Compelling and mysterious Qweh

Mighty and powerful Qweh

Ondina sits alone in the wood

Feeling lonely and misunderstood

Her brother is a brute whom she fears

She'd like to swim away on a river of tears

None know the truth of Ondina

Sorrowful, frightened Ondina

A young nymph in lovely finery

Is what the envious girls of West Zecor see

A defiant bitch who denied him a heir

Is what Prince Qweh sees in his sister fair

None see the true Princess Ondina

Every day is a fight for Ondina

A frightened girl who sees no good end

A sweet lost soul without a friend

Misunderstood by those whom she wishes to free

She has nowhere to go even if she could flee

People only see the glory of Ondina

They know not the fear of Ondina

CIE

Note:

I couldn't brain today, so I wasn't able to work in the prompts from withrealtoads.blogspot.com or napowrimo.net although I was inspired by them.

Broken Sonnet

I can't compare you to a summer day

The leaves upon your branches are dying

I'd turn them green again were there a way

But they can't be revived by my crying

There was always something soft about you

Though you pretended that you were so tough

A sad little boy you thought no one knew

Who felt he was never loved quite enough

No way you deserve this terrible hand

Some things in life I just don't understand

CIE

For Mal

Prompts loosely interpreted:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Napowrimo.net