Live Tiny, Die Never

The Tardigrade or water bear it is said

Can live in conditions that would kill others clean dead

It could go floating through space

Like dried-out old waste

And use a meteorite for its bed

~Cie~

Mad For You

Secret Fates Version 11:

The Door to my Heart

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

Love is always a lie, but you're no liar

You said you loved me

You set my world on fire

I've never been a winner, only a trier

You asked me to give it a try with you

Love is always a lie, but you're no liar

Once bitten twice shy, but I'm even shyer

You said I was just what you needed

You set my world on fire

I've always been the rebel and defier

I defied my own rules to be with you

Love is always a lie, but you're no liar

Did you have any notion of what loving me would require?

I have no ability to trust although I love you so much

You set my world on fire

It's still burning

For 

Gem from Cie

and

Gerry from Pepper

 

Notes:

Today the assignment was to take a Sylvia Plath poem and write a response to it. My favorite has always been Mad Girl's Love Song. Sadly, I have been able to resonate all too well with this poem in my life. Love has not been kind to me. 

Here is the original.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Shadorma: My Little One

I wish you

 Had never left me

Little one

 I will mourn

 Every day of my life for

 The day I lost you

I will love you always, Lafayette

Forever my little buddy 

The tattoo on my left shoulder in honor of one of the best friends I ever had.

Don't like tattoos?

Don't like how my back looks?

Let me just tell you how many fucks I give.

 

Senryu: Ten of Swords

I Blinked and the World Was Gone

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

That you were so brave

 When there was no hope at all

 Is all that remains

 ~Cie~

When the Nose Blows

Copyright jleason on deviantart

When the nose blows

The explosion can be heard

For miles and miles and miles

Vision blurred

It's a tough challenge

When the nose blows while driving

 The taste of the trickle

That runs from the nose to the throat

Neutral to nauseating

Smell muted for a moment

Or maybe several

It may be a sneeze barrage

Then there are those occasions

Of explosive art

When a sneeze turns to a snart

~Cie~

 Notes:

Today's poem was supposed to include all five senses. I kind of did that.

The -666 readers of this blog may notice new poems creeping in on past dates where you hadn't seen a poem before. These poems aren't back-dated or anything. You just didn't notice them until now!

Senryu: Pinned Down

A voodoo doll, on display in the Louvre

Above everything

 Never let her think that she

 Has a chance to win

~Cie~

Notes:

Pretty much what I think the Universe says about me.

Also works for Pepper, the main female protagonist in Team Netherworld's eternal WIP, Fetch.

The bad thing about having a blog with no audience is bleeding my heart out and no-one cares.

The good thing about having a blog with no audience is being able to bleed my heart out and no-one tells me I can't or shouldn't. 

I Refuse

Somewhere Out There Version 15

Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

I refuse

 To believe that you 

No longer exist at all

Even though that

Is the most sensible thing

To believe

According to those

Who pride themselves

In being very sensible

I believe

That something of you

Still exists

I'm not talking about

Some pithy platitude

Nothing like this

No annoying "humor me" sentiment

Like "he still exists as long as you

Hold him in your heart"

Which is the same as saying

Nothing is left

But you have fun with that, Honey

What I'm saying is there's something left

Some kind of energy

Something usually too subtle to perceive

Something real is there

Some part of you remains

I refuse to believe otherwise

I refuse to agree

With the sensible and the pithy

I will hold onto the outrageous

I believe

In you

And me

For Gem from Cie

and 

For Gerry from Pepper

Notes:

Once I got through running things through filters to achieve an abstract effect, the original images aren't easily recognizable. However, I wanted to give a shout-out to HDgreenstudio and Thalia Took, whose images played an essential role in the creation of this piece.

Spirits, both human and other, are generally subtle in their presentation. I have seen spirits, but it is rare to see what was referred to by The Real Ghostbusters as "a full-torso apparition." Spirits have a higher vibration than corporeal beings and are made of pure energy. It would be wonderful if communicating with them was as easy and direct as Hollywood makes it appear to be. Alas, it is seldom so.