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Death knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
it shattered but did not crash
hot tea spilled yet did not stain.
‘That does not matter, it is time.’
One long hand stretched out
beckoning me forward
promises that could not be said.
‘Time for what?’
I asked, still I knew the answer
for when the tea spilled and didn’t stain
and the cup fell but did not break, I knew.
‘Time to die.’
I had no choice, I had to go
for I was dead long before
death came to visit.
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
it shattered but did not crash
hot tea spilled yet did not stain.
‘That does not matter, it is time.’
One long hand stretched out
beckoning me forward
promises that could not be said.
‘Time for what?’
I asked, still I knew the answer
for when the tea spilled and didn’t stain
and the cup fell but did not break, I knew.
‘Time to die.’
I had no choice, I had to go
for I was dead long before
death came to visit.
Literature
Take Another Pill
When I was just a child
About twenty years back
I never would have thought
I would turn out like that
Or indeed like this
If I speak in the present tense
I guess I’m tense in the present
If that makes any sense
When I was at the mercy
Of the medical profession
They told me I was suffering
With clinical depression
And tapestries woven this tight
Into such an infant mind
Would be difficult to unspool
Unthread and leave behind
When I was just a boy
Around ten or so years back
I fell into a deep hole
But it felt more like a trap
I couldn’t get out of there
In fact I’m stuck here still
And all anyone can do
Is to prescribe anot
Literature
Bones mend, but tell no lies.
You have cataloged your scars
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
learned from.
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
graced
your pages.
You are angry-
none
cared for you
properly:
folding
creasing
& breaking
your spine.
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
& why
should you ever
forget that?
Literature
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!
Now, imagine this situation for a moment:
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and
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I combined two prompts, one from %PoeticalCondition's prompt of 'I never think about _____ anymore.' (my deviation was featured here) and the prompt from #writingmadefun of 'If Death Knocked On My door Today' (did not win).
Before you all start about how I said the gender of death changed a bunch, that is on purpose. Most people think of death as a man, but really I have never seen any indication that death was a girl or a boy, so I tried to incorporate that into my work. In my piece, death is called a man, woman, and an it. Since death is merely a skeleton, I took a bit of liberty with that.
Please let me know what you think, how I can improve, and other suggestions!
Before you all start about how I said the gender of death changed a bunch, that is on purpose. Most people think of death as a man, but really I have never seen any indication that death was a girl or a boy, so I tried to incorporate that into my work. In my piece, death is called a man, woman, and an it. Since death is merely a skeleton, I took a bit of liberty with that.
Please let me know what you think, how I can improve, and other suggestions!
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Death In Samarkand -- from Seduction by Jean Baudrillard:
"Consider the story of the soldier who spots Death at a crossing in the marketplace, and believes he saw him make a menacing gesture in his direction. He rushes to the king's palace and asks the king for his best horse in order that he might flee during the night far from Death, as far as the distant Samarkand. Upon which the king summons Death to the palace and reproaches him for having frightened one of his best servants. But Death, astonished, replies: "I didn't mean to frighten him! It was just that I was surprised to see this soldier here, when we had a rendez-vous tomorrow, in Samarkand..."
Full .pdf Seduction @ pactac.net/books/Seduction.pdf
"Consider the story of the soldier who spots Death at a crossing in the marketplace, and believes he saw him make a menacing gesture in his direction. He rushes to the king's palace and asks the king for his best horse in order that he might flee during the night far from Death, as far as the distant Samarkand. Upon which the king summons Death to the palace and reproaches him for having frightened one of his best servants. But Death, astonished, replies: "I didn't mean to frighten him! It was just that I was surprised to see this soldier here, when we had a rendez-vous tomorrow, in Samarkand..."
Full .pdf Seduction @ pactac.net/books/Seduction.pdf