Poetry Blog by Alexandra Lorenz
on Rusted (Sun, 21 Aug 2016 02:24 am)
Saturday 20th August 2016 1:13 pm
Tuesday 9th August 2016 9:05 pm
Monday 25th July 2016 3:41 pm
Monday 25th July 2016 2:04 pm
The flower grows through the concrete
that flat dark oppressor
who’s overtaken our world
The land used to be soft
supple and sweet with the
dirt roads and dirt houses
earth surrounded us
made us remember where we come from
on the open faces of children
the clenched hands of adults
were left traces of the world
work and play involv...
Tuesday 12th July 2016 9:19 am
Slowly decaying in the sun
Passersby laugh and point
Like an overly ripened fruit
Sending my sweet rotting odor
Into the still air
I try to stop
this chemical process
but decomposition is inevitable
I am becoming soft
and the skin is beginning to curl
pushing like the knife that cuts
me into pieces
turning me into mush
Sunday 10th July 2016 1:27 pm
For the office
For her age
Don’t you agree
If only she were a bit different
we would have an easier time
packaging some manufactured respect
to sell her.
Wednesday 6th July 2016 12:26 pm
The man began to cry
Four feet from my ears
Which stretched and strained
To catch his conversation
In their elastic curiosity
Great fat tears
Sliding down the mountains and valleys
Cheeks and hollowed out lines
In the corners of eyes and lips
Wetting the paper skin
As shoulders shook and hands trembled
Some words about a daughter
A young girl not seen for a whil...
Monday 4th July 2016 4:27 pm
I want to deal with paperwork
not people anymore
Give me bureaucracy
I’ll give you productivity
No more empathy
or patience with the patients
Need that nine to five
cubicle and a coffee break
Bosses will love my
Can’t service another person
just as mental as me
I need a new kind of crazy
The normal kind, pleas...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 12:48 pm
Twisting these unruly thoughts
into something presentable
like the knotty hair
my mother used to battle
in desperation I write
aiming for wisdom
landing on forced
Sunday 3rd July 2016 12:35 pm
I am tired behind my eyes
and in the spaces between my toes
the aching melancholy
wanders into my body
muddles my mind
leaves my throat closed and dry
cold with lack of inspiration
sad songs make me limp
a heart infected with
chords of the past
I hunger for relief
from this exhaustion
heavy and weak
Sunday 3rd July 2016 3:15 am
I take my bow and arrow
From their hiding place behind my back
Creeping through the grassy plain
Seconds and minutes graze
Moving across the horizon with clock line precision
The hours lounge in the branches of trees
Which frame the grasslands
I know they sense my eyes
Watching their ticking motion
The hours are the great cats of this scene
Surveying their kingdom
Ruling the ...
Saturday 2nd July 2016 11:22 pm
She dabs on a bit of lipstick
To show that she's not sad
Walking down the rain drenched concrete
Passers-by are almost fooled
Until they see her eyes
Those two always betray her
Red and framed with sparkling tears
Can't be bothered to wipe them away
Alone on a stool
Head in hand
The red has stained her glass
With kisses she never meant to give
Other patrons try to cheer her...
Friday 1st July 2016 3:20 am
I'll give you pretty words someday
Instead of the usual gloom
I know it's not much to ask
for lines about flowers and lovers
instead of crashes and empty holes
I'm sorry for writing what's in my head
How much longer can we turn out shit about
our suicidal, drug addicted, miserable lives
before the world says "who gives a fuck?"
Wednesday 29th June 2016 10:33 pm
She was light
not just in ounces and pounds
but in the way she moved
You know what I mean
a person who can elevate the mood
of a room
with a word
The pills made her heavy
not just in the numbers
of sizes and scales
but in the way she became still
The deluge of tablets and capsules
knocked her down
off her stage
Tuesday 28th June 2016 7:28 pm
Why are we so afraid
of writing the same thing twice
As if repeating yourself is a failure
of some creative faculty
Expecting each line
to contain a unique and
unexpected morsel of wisdom
untouched and unspoken
I don't have anything new to say
Monday 27th June 2016 6:18 pm
The colors are melting today
Into pools of muddy goop
It's funny to see the trees usually so loudly green
But not like in winter
No-today they are not even grey
The grey has also slid into the puddle
Left is only a void where the trees used to be
for without their colors outlined against the blue
(now voided) sky
their forms cannot be identified...
Monday 27th June 2016 5:14 pm
She drives like wildfire
Fast and uncontrolled
Unevenly coating the pavement
with her angry fumes
Her head is falling to her chest
Small salty diamonds
Drip onto her lap
Her hands are burning
Arms are aching
With the inclination to veer off to the left
Hard and with great intention
To end the night in flames
Sunday 26th June 2016 2:18 am
Words are fickle friends
They often squirm away from you
like a child
who doesn't want her face wiped
Today I have lost my words
Swallowed by the panic
Which overtook my tongue
this morning while I held that squirming child
My mouth tastes different with the words taken out
Dry and bitter without the sweet syllables
I open wide
Hoping to catch them...
Friday 24th June 2016 4:34 pm
Just around the edges
the day is announcing its arrival
Slivers of light
a combination of sun and moon
sneak into our bedroom
He sleeps with a smooth face
Calming my morning worries
and anxieties about what's to come
Constancy is his best quality
the perfect compliment to my irregularity
The yellow flowers he brought me
stand tall on their green l...
Friday 24th June 2016 11:30 am
Panic attacks at work
Are not conducive
To getting promotions
Hyperventilating rarely reflects well
In performance reviews
I am petrified of criticism
And yet it consumes me
They shout loud angry words
My failures are apparent and unforgivable
How can I function
With such an aching anxiety
Tearing holes in my belly
Thursday 23rd June 2016 8:10 pm
Yesterday I got it wrong
The man behind me in line was not impatient
He was late
Today he smiles at another customer
And jokes about the dog doing tricks outside
Today, instead of silence from the regular crowd,
I hear laughter
It's a relief to know
my perceptions are so variable
that one day I can see nothing but hostility
and the next day nothing but lo...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 2:25 pm
I have an awful habit
of staring at strangers too long.
What starts as an innocent glance,
transforms into hostile glares.
I have a terrible addiction
to observing a lite too closely
The movements and appearance of others.
I can imagine it's a bit off-putting
to be eyed in such a way.
Though I don't mean any harm,
my careless tendencies
Thursday 23rd June 2016 1:23 pm
I choose a table in the middle
To feel like I'm part of the rush.
Regulars are identified by their silence
Receiving their drinks without need for a word.
I stumble over my order...
One small? tall? short? Fat ameri-frappe please hold the dairy...
I'm certain I did it wrong
Every hole in the wall has its own lingo
To distinguish those in the know
From those who wandere...
Wednesday 22nd June 2016 12:57 pm
Quarter to four is when I woke,
Like a motor going full-throttle in my brain,
I bounce from room to room
Objects are lifted and shifted
until I am left with a disheveled space
and the same thirst for peace.
Monday 20th June 2016 8:43 pm
We work in parallel
Space is in our definition
I opened the door
That so strategically separates us
I caught a glance
Just a second's view
Of his naked face
How beautiful to observe
Even when it isn't what we want to see
Sunday 19th June 2016 8:16 pm
I think you had better stop
What are we healing again?
Some self imposed dose of catharsis to cleanse your what...colon?
; Semicolon you mean
This is poetry not a rubber glove. Eat more fiber.
Sunday 19th June 2016 4:31 am
Don't you love the smell of institution? A sweet chemical concoction
They wheeled me in at half past two, Strapped to the bed
Gnashing teeth and rolling eyes Don't you love the show though?
the tablets get bitter as they dissolve under my tongue
No I won't be sharing during group
The other inmates are so strange
I like to play therapist during free time
CBT, DBT, ps...
Saturday 18th June 2016 11:58 pm
"Your poems are complete shit"...least that's what I think
Roll over, and over, to the edge.
Machines are in the woods today. They'll start their raping soon. I don't much care for trees.
Fuck your inspiration it's no good here
Saturday 18th June 2016 4:34 pm
Vanity colors each glance
Judgement of our every line.
But long for hollow. Each shadow betraying time
Saturday 18th June 2016 12:59 am
Down the road we tumble
Fumbling mouths round out the awkwardness
"It's a nice night..."
The yellow lines and evergreens work together to define our path
"Could you slow down a little!?"
How do we forge this river?
Narrow bridges and narrower minds keep us divided.
Sounds of the road tear into the car as we sit yet fly
Relative motion makes us woozy
We stumble towa...
Friday 17th June 2016 11:00 pm
Points people to their Nature,
Happy to be seen.
Even in the last days we remain complete as in the first.
This continuity contains our beings.
Friday 17th June 2016 6:53 pm
The two men are a funny pair. Two cups of deep, black coffee are pushing on my bladder walls.
I wish you were here with me. Isolation has gotten tiresome and I am ready for some stimulation.
No one wants to talk to the girl in black. This resting bitch face has gotten out of control.
God I want a pastry.
But the mirror across from this table reminds me of my chi...
Friday 17th June 2016 5:40 pm
I watch my life as most view a film.
Sitting in dark rooms, images flash past my eyes.
Years get condensed into a neat stack of flashbacks;
I am left with bare impressions to guide my self-perception.
My love affair with “yes” never ceases to take my breath away.
The word slips from my lips and slithers loosely into the air.
More condemnable are the actions that follow.
Friday 17th June 2016 4:57 pm