>.< Depressing poem

The small child crawled out the open window
and scampered into the field where he would look for the one flower
that one special flower
the one with goopy purple polka dots
and tiny tickle me pink splattered splots.
The syringe dropped from the fathers meaty fingers
after injecting the child
and shattered like every other one living under the mattress.
He walked drunkenly into his den where he would down bottles of beer.
The child hopped down from his blanket rope
and began to scope the yard for that delicate dazzling flower.
His sight started to turn sideways and he hobbled into the field.
The small boy’s stomach grumbled and a lump formed in his throat.
The boy’s eyes were surrounded by yellow suns and everything was a rainbow.
None of the flowers had the special dots and he continued to wobble around
he giggled unconsciously and screamed at random times, happy. He felt like a god.
The father caressed the trigger on the gun like he had done for many nights.
The mossy green torn up blades of marijuana was spread on his mahogany desk.
His eyes bulged from their sockets and he watched his son stumble around in the field
high on acid sugar cubes and ‘liquid hero’s’.
Heroin.
He wanted his son feeling comfortable to take the drugs
and told him that if he did, he would contain the powers of a god and be like superman.
And indeed the child’s rush of adrenaline combined with the heroin and
acid made him feel pumped and… powerful
A placebo.
And just like every night he would reach for his gun, and aim the barrel
at the childs chest.
And for some reason.... he just couldn't pull the trigger.
His sane part of him telling him, it's not right.
But he longs to puncture the small, beating organ.
And tonight... he will prevail.
The childs cheeks tickled from the tall grass and then...
he saw it.
The flower.
He excitedly sprinted toward it and ripped it from the ground.
The dots swirled on theflower and he let the petals brush his rosy cheeks.
He then looked up to the window for his father, had finally found his one and only special flower!
Bam.

Random Poem :P

I sincerely apologize for not posting these past two weeks! I have just had so many things to do. The convention went well, got second in the cosplay contest. :) Ummm... ya. SO I am going to post a poem, no this is not the depressing one I was talking about this is just a more... I don't know. I will be posting the depressing one right after posting this. So here it is. I love random prompts, 'nuff said.'


The hairs on my arm stood up
as the sticky kool-aid gelled them into place
The thick, heated air whirled around me and my little blue
shorts were sprayed with spaghettios
and the cement caught me as I dodged my brother.
Even the tiniest scrape can hurt
hot air gushing into the torn flesh but Texas
is always there to toughen you up.
A meaningless tear dropped from my eye
and dribbled across my sticky lips that were covered in a screen of blue.
I quickly scrambled to the gate and went inside my backyard
where burning poles were propping up the swing set that I had
hurt myself on so many times.
But I went back to it every single time
Acorn hats impaled my stubby toes but I ignored the small sting
and jumped onto the swing which was blistering hot like
every other thing.
I don't think you can write a poem about Texas
without using the word hot...
I remember every time I sat on that swing set
you would be deemed 'most amazingist' if you could reach your toes to the tree.
It was easiest when grandfather tree had leaves
that tree basically raised me.
It taught me not to be afraid of being upside down
not to be afraid of falling to the dirt
not to be afraid of the caterpillars
or hornets.
It taught me that not all surfaces are smooth
And so, I got off the swing, and listened to the tree and
do you know what the last lesson it taught me was?
Hush...
Just. Hush.
I still don't understand what it meant..
Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

If you want to, leave some comments but I don't care, this wasn't the best poem I have ever written but still good enough to publish on here in my opinion.

I hope you all have had a wonderful spring so far! I sure have, it's been... full of new experiences. ^^

.:Kathryn:.