Friday, April 8, 2016

Flowers For the Lost

Image by raivn70@deviantart

I can't leave flowers
Your grave is too far away
I send thoughts of peace

Cie

In memory of Per Yngve Ohlin
January 16 1969 - April 8 1991



Today's prompt at napowrimo.net is flowers.
The team always commemorates Per on the anniversary of his suicide
It isn't very poetic, but fuck any of y'all fuckers who think it's cool to display the picture of his body following the suicide. Bunch of disrespectful pukes.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

The Bad Girl's Bracelets

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The Bad Girl's Bracelets

Put on the bracelets, you common criminal!
That speeding ticket you forgot to pay
Has come home like a chicken to roost

Sitting like a caged bird in the roost
Not wanting to remain a criminal
She waited for her man to come and pay

Later, the judge told her the fine to pay
He thought her more a dizzy bird who left her senses in her roost
Than an actual, bona fide criminal

Adjudged not much of a criminal, she paid and went home to roost

To Cie
With love from Tempest

Notes:
Back in 1986, our own Real Cie forgot to pay for a speeding ticket and ended up in jail.
A little over an hour ago, Cie contacted her erstwhile team, asking "how the hell do we write a tritina that includes bracelets?"
Ask and ye shall receive, Dahling!
Thank you for being such a sport. I never imagined you'd actually agree to it's publication!

Prompts Used:
Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

Bracelets

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Compound Carrion


Lady in search of peppermint
And sweetmeat
Instead found eyeballs
And rattlesnake hamburger
When she followed the fireflies
To the moonlight schoolhouse
Where the supergiant throwbacks skateboard

She was seeking homemade popcorn
A slice of shadyside honeydew
A sweet morsel of honeycomb
Instead she found an overabundance
Of undercut forefingers
In the underground household
Of the underage bootstrap babysitter
And the weekend watchmaker
With his supersensitive, supersonic pacemaker
And the lifeline, lifeblood keyhole on his forehead

Somehow the sunbathing superwoman found herself in the supernatural underbelly
Behind the bookshelf in the bookstore belonging to the bookmobile bookkeeper
While looking for the washroom in the firehouse
Where she sought a ballroom friendship with the supercool fireman

Her bellbottom daydreams now in upheaval
Her dishpan hands clasp the newspaper
Where she seeks the carefree undercurrent
Along the moonbeam superhighways
Once a moonstruck firecracker
With a crush on a sweetheart schoolboy
She instead found beneath the moonlight
One too many a hookworm playboy

The afterimage of the life that could have been
Reflects mockingly in her stoplight eyeglasses
Everything has been a comedown from her tailspin pinup dreams
So she orders shortbread takeout
And climbs warlike to the housetop
Her tailcoat flapping like a skylark in the wind

On the sunroof in the sundown
She watches the watchman in the watercolor watchtower
The downbeat wastewater waterlogs the waterfowl below
She walks down to the woodshop
To say goodnight to the waxwork scarecrow
She adjusts his sunray bowtie
Before stepping onto the centercut turntable

A blowgun to the forebrain
Nothing to forewarn the foregone horseman in the forecastle foreground
On the moonlit grassland
Her foredoom was foretold
Her washrag fallen in the rainwater
Flows downstream to the uptown washhouse
Where the cardstock newsman reports as an afterthought
The death of nobody and nothing

~Cie and Opal~

This went much further than we ever imagined it would!

Prompts used:

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Love Lies Bleeding Like an Open Wound

I Blinked and the World Was Gone v5
by The Real Cie

Love Lies Bleeding Like an Open Wound

Love lies bleeding like an open wound
Under the grief-stricken moon and stars
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

He knows not if it’s midnight or high noon
He knows not how he ever came this far
Love lies bleeding like an open wound

He prays his suffering will be over soon
His hand rests on skin made rough with scars
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

It’s time to wrap the melancholy tune
To bring to a close a life that sorrow mars
Love lies bleeding like an open wound

Lying broken ‘neath the grieving stars and moon
Not a soul to hear him as he prays
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

He prays that the red ripper may find him soon
For life becomes more painful each moment that he stays
Love lies bleeding like an open wound
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

With love for Mal
By Opal and Cie

It isn't a perfect Villanelle
But it's got heart!
He wasn't a perfect man
But so did he

Prompts Used:

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads




Monday, April 4, 2016

The Cruelest Month


April is cruel
 For those with spring depression
 It can be deadly

~Cie~

In memory of Per Ohlin
16 January 1969 - 8 April 1991


I suffer from spring depression, which is something that most people don't understand. I fully understand how a person could kill themselves during the "happy" months. I've been struggling with very high suicide ideation this year.

 Research on seasonal effects on suicide rates suggests that the prevalence of suicide is greatest during the late spring and early summer months, despite the common belief that suicide rates peak during the cold and dark months of the winter season.
 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_effects_on_suicide_rates

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

http://www.napowrimo.net

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Rock and Roll Fadeout


Did you think it would always be just fun?
Youth is wasted on the young
In some ways, in spite of the overt silliness
None of it was fun at all
It was a method to save you from feeling
Small and worthless
To silence the inner turmoil
A way to escape the fear inside

Love, CIE


Prompts used:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com
Flash 55

Napowrimo.net
Write a fan letter

Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Journey

Image by Karin Gustafson

It's been five years since
You rode into the sunrise
On the horse of time

CIE

For my father
May 31 1936 - November 28 2010


Prompts used:
Withrealtoads.blogspot. com
Horses

Napowrimo.net
Family portrait