Pigeon Superstition

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You tell me that you love me

But you run so hot and cold

You hug me then you shove me

I just can't get a hold

You swear to God you need me

And then you walk away

You never wanna see me

Then you're beggin' me to stay

You're random with affection

I just can't seem to score

It's pigeon superstition

Keeps me pecking for more

You say that I'm so special

That no one else will do

But then I find your texts

with all the girls you wanna screw

You plead with me to keep you

You need me by your side

But I can't help from feelin'

I'm being taken for ride

You love me then ignore me

It's paradise or hell

It's pigeon superstition

and it's workin' so well

I love you and I hate you

You got me in a rage

It's pigeon superstition

and I'm stuck in the cage.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform  and a very belated
Pigeon Superstition

Crepuscular Creatures

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Call me

a crepuscular creature

I exist

in the in-between

Not light

not dark

Not day

not night

I inhabit the fringes

the edges

My time

is the time of change

the time of uncertainty

I hover 

along the borders

of this and that

I am at home

in the almost

and the not-quite

I belong to everyone

and to no one.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge: Poetry Time

A Calling Out

This poem is not polite

This poem means to trespass

This poem is angry

You call me immoral

Your morals are conveniences

You are a hypocrite

No, this poem is not polite

You value life

and support the death penalty

Does inconsistency make you uncomfortable?

This poem trespasses on your comfort

The only life you value

is rich and white

Others you condemn to suffer

This poem understands anger

This poem spits at politeness

This poem trespasses through your morals

This poem is angry.

Too many words for Flash 55+ so submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Trespass

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I finally got you out of my life

Now stop trespassing in my mind!

You trample through my thoughts

like some pesky kid

who cuts through the neighbor's yard

back and forth from school every day

No matter how many times

I chase you away

You always come back

and always with

that stupid smirk!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus

Roxy Calls

Roxy calls all the men "honey"
cuz she can't remember names
Halloween bag full of sweets
Every one tastes just the same

Checks her horoscope each day
Acrylic nails tap on her phone
Virgo, the virgin makes her laugh and say
"I was never one of those."

Roxy wears her fuck-me heels
And a mini dress so tight
like a lime green ace bandage wraps her body
She knows that she's looking right

Mama hasn't called in years
(but who's counting?)
Family says that it's a shame
But she's done with all the prayers and all the tears
Roxy says "It's who I am."

Roxy calls all the men honey
cuz she can't remember names
Medicine chest full of poisons
They all make her feel the same.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, It's A Shame About Ray