Infection (Prose)

It’s infectious

those

with troubled pasts

who

can’t explain or talk it out

the need to expel demons

carried on backs, or those that are

buried deep within hearts

It’s infectious

the mountain is there

that needs to be climbed

a pillow that’s held tight to a chest

a drink that is swallowed, they try to forget

abandoning yesterday’s in place of tomorrow’s

casting aside pain, forgetting past sorrow

It’s infectious

the need to jump fences

run free through the fields

survive what has happened, the need to feel real

to unlock the doors, to open their minds

regain their confidence, leaving darkness behind

words are around you, the answers in sight

write out your feelings…please just write

©jmtacken 2014

I remain your puppet (Prose)

If I focus on my environment
I hear glass shatter
never broken window panes
behind closed doors
off narrow hallways
silent hues of amber
and dark red
stain
the frailty of me
I remain

I could run
vanish from my sanctuary
desensitise encounters
but my mind a web
of gnarled branches
untenable
I remain

My path
a narrow road that bends
sharp against the
sheer rock face
edges crumble downwards
as do I
my fate solidified
hoarse voice that screams
no more
I remain

I stay secluded
I stay quiet
wait till voices pass
watch the woods
hold on to what I know is real
adults teach their children
what have I been taught
I remain

©jmtacken Jan 2014

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As my brain could only work once this evening I wrote the above which I share with Angela at – Visdare http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/visdare-46-silhouette/#comments

and the team at DVerse OpenLinkNight of D’verse Poets Pub

Screw You (Prose- Fiction)

you thwart every move
callous words dislodge from
soured lips, the taste of lemon
would be sweeter

my life, whose life ~ you have
taken on the role of judge
and jury, please do not
think me ignorant

the see-saw, the tennis match
both have lost their amusement
crossing my identity off your list
placing my character on hold

I won’t be chained by ridicule
under obnoxious taunts
bury me now within your mind
for I walk unshackled ~ to be who I am

©jmtacken Nov 2013

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com       Did a piece called Deadlock – you can view this here  http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2011/05/11/love-wasteland/   A few ( well Michael and I) were intrigued by this and though it is not a prompt as such, I have written a version which I am linking to her site.  Please read her work, if you don’t already – she has quite an amazing talent.

Photo Credit http://www.pinterest.com

The Sharman & the Prisoner (A collaboration – Prose)

Imprisoned not by lock and key
nor anchored by a ball and chain
the encumbrance was my mind
I let you in ~ run free

bemused by your eloquent speech
that led me to your arms
until your voice grated
your body abused and chastised mine

melting me with striking hands
burning bruised my skin ~ my thoughts
there was no escape from you
for your apologies I sought

sanctimonious at battles end
I once more cradled in your arms
but I burn still  ~ though transfixed
like the wax dripping from the flame

©jmtacken Oct 10 2013

Michael from summerstommy2 and I the other night did a collaboration – tonight we have tried it again, the same picture given. He wrote his version (below) of the picture above and I wrote mine.

I do this with Miriam in Words From Here To There but we haven’t been able to catch up for a while to do this 😦 hopefully we will soon.

Here is Michaels

Shaman

shaman, your talisman,
what cure will you afford
the sick in mind
the ill of body

shaman cast your spell
mend my soul
rid me of demons
cleanse me

Shaman curer of ills
flames burning
Chant your song
Weave me your magic

Shaman take my hand
I am lost in myself
I flounder
Immovable.

Photo Credit: Visit twistedlamb.com

Leap – (Prose 3 words)

Leap, surprise, faith these 3 words are from http://www.sarahelizabethhill.com   Sorry for the delay in this one, it was more a challenge than I first thought.

Sarah  and my readers, I hope that you enjoy.

A surprise to learn my leap of faith
would be to tumble into your arms
against all better judgement; clearly I have none
however your embrace seems the most comforting

Why? because I know you, infinitesimal trust
your arms outstretched almost pleading
saying I’d be safe; cajoling with soft words
~ to simply cross that line

but I have been there once before ~ trusted
if memory serves me right; physical scars none
but you created reservations of who I was
and yet ~ I wish to fall again, perhaps in the hope
you’ve changed

so, you can walk me down this path again
convince me of no ridicule or seething taunts
but this time unbeknown to you
I bring a safety net ~ in case I accidentally fall

©JMTacken Sep 2103

Mumsy has been busy

Some of you may or may not know that Miriam from Another Wandering Soul  and Life and other Tales and I have started a new site purely for our poetry.

This is a collaboration of two minds, a young, vibrant one from Germany, and a slightly older fuzzy one from Australia.  The site is

http://wordsfromheretothere.wordpress.com

Below are two of the pieces that I wrote in the last few days. I will (apart from photo challenges) be placing my poetry works in this site, so I ask if anyone is interested in reading my work that you pop along over there. Miriam and I do joint pieces (one line each or 1 stanza each) or individual sets and also choose pictures where we write individually and post (without peeking at each others work prior to publishing).

I post these only to show you that I have been writing the last few days, just been a little remiss with ramblings – which I intend to rectify over this weekend. For those that are following us already – we both thank you. To those who haven’t popped in, we look forward to seeing you from time to time, pull up a chair, relax, the wine and cheese are on us 🙂

Courtesy of:      designinstruct.com

PROTECTION  7-6-2013

I shielded myself from your cruelty
the harshness of the elements
weren’t as strong as the
taunts you bandied, fists clenched, angered eyes

sheltered protected, I tried to hide
in recesses of my mind, I sort solitude
and dreamt of open plains where
I was free to run and feel no pain

hold on I said, I told myself a thousand times
buffer the words that you scream
until I broke, my mind collapsed
my parasol too weak to stave your evil

THE LOVE BOAT – 7.6.2013

In love what shifts like sand
friendship – admiration – trust
should we reassess now and then
where we are at; where we head

Bow or stern which way to walk
which direction; for better or worse
as waves tumultuously hit
the foundations of my judgment

Perhaps the middle along the keel
where balanced thoughts are kept
or walk along the bilge persuading
darkened thoughts to dwell submerged

Top deck I could spritely march
tossing away indecisiveness
casting aside my unjust fears
as the winds blow the sails

As the moon is my witness

My contribution on the photo below. * Mature Content.

Scant rays filtered off the moon puncturing the charcoaled night.
Her body lay frigid, unyielding.
Crawling insects that penetrated the cold and darkened soil emerged to invade her lifeless form.
Who would search these desolate woods to find her?
Who could have saved her from the torment, the painful and terrifying hours she spent fighting off her assailant – her killer?
What’s more who would care?
She begged for her life.
Ropes tightly bound her feet, congealed blood stained her ankles and heels.
Her body exposed bar the remnants of her shredded cotton dress knotted tightly around her throat.
Both arms and legs bruised, black and swollen from the brutal blows inflicted upon her porcelain skin.
Blackened eyes, her pupils dilated now stared lifelessly into the night.
Her face scored with lacerations, the backdrop to the red rivers that made pathways from her hairline to her neck. Her mouth wide open, filled with dirt, as her last screams for help echoed through the woods, only to be finally silenced.
Who would know?
She was a loner.
What’s more who would care?

 

 

For: http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/__picture-it-write-blind-sight-edition-4/#comments

I apologise if this is too graphic, I started with two young lovers and I edited and wasn’t happy with what I wrote. I cannot say I am ‘happy’ as one cannot write of death in this manner and be ‘smiling’, but my dark side emerged tonight and this was the result.

Critique of any kind welcome.

Snake Bite

Snake bite dead of night

your verbal tirade began

I know not why

did the drink

lend you courage

venomous words

latched onto my heart

slithering unsuspected you enter

stalking your victim

dark room you sense

me hiding

hissing

taunting, wanting to

abuse

tongue flicking of hatred to

inflict pain to belittle me

to tell me I was worthless

saying that I’ve changed

venom strikes, your goal to penetrate

coursing my veins, swimming my skin

the skin you yearn

pleasure gained

you sneer, voice loud

sadistic grin your job was done

sliding away not looking back

laughing, leaving me

confused

shaking glad to be

alone

ramblingsfromamum 30.12.2012

I originally posted this, this afternoon to which I have now made some changes in collaboration with rulesofstupid  RoS

In saying that RoS did an edit and came up with the below which I must share for as far as I am concerned it is sheer brilliance. Please look at his Poetry if you are interested in this genre.

Night-snake tirade
Alcohol blades
venomous words
that latch my heart

Slither silent
Enter violence
Sensing a victim
Hiding

Tongue-flick
Hate-spit
Pain hits
Worthless
Me

I am less
Than you married

Poison words
Penetrate
As surrogate
For the slide you desire
Into my skin
To curse my veins
As you swim

This attacks climax
A sneer sadistic grin
A mere scorn-soaked whim
Then slip again

Laugh leaving
Me accused
Shakingly glad
To be
Alone