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ⓒ Felicia's WORK'shop ( Poems, Stories and Stuff )

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ⓒ Felicia's WORK'shop ( Poems, Stories and Stuff )

Post  Felicia on Sat Jun 02, 2012 11:31 am

The Liquid Hell


She stands there looking at me with those big brown eyes. Everyday she comes and mumbles something. I have no idea what it is. I float there dazed wondering when she'll reach in and remove me from this constant hell. I would cry but tears are useless in the liquid hell.

I don't blink. I can't blink. I don't sleep. I can't sleep. Is this Purgatory? My mouth constantly opens and closes , yet I can't talk to her.

I watch as she reaches up towards the shelf above my bowl and sprinkles little fakes into mine bowl. I hate her and love her. I swim up, swiftly, and like a feen I eat, and I eat, and I eat. I feel as though my belly will explode. I devour every morsel until there is no more. Yet, I still want to escape. But, I can't.

There is a little castle I enter to escape, for a moment. But, it's even smaller than the bowl. I hate this place. I want to be free. I want to feel the waves of the ocean, again. I miss my people. I miss being free.

The b_itch has returned. But, she is not alone. There, standing with her leaning over are three more people. All smiling. I wish I could grab the harpoon, in her display rack, and gouge their eyes out. I would enjoy that. But, I have no hands.

My mind feels as though it's going to explode. I want to die. Why am I here? I swim in circles going no where. Purgatory I tell you! I am damned. But, I have devised a plan. Please, join me on my final swim. Will you?

16 hours later.

She approaches. As she reaches into the bowl I muster enough energy to propel to the top of the bowl. ( shooting up out of the water like a missile) I, with my tail, knock the tiny container from her hand. My bowl is cloudy and engulfed with flakes. I begin to eat , ravenously. I can see from the reflection of the glass that my belly is massive. I feel sick, but, I must continue eating. I must escape this hell. I MUST!

My hearts beating rapidity,now. I...can't breath... bubbles, no more. The last things I see is the girl looking in through the bowl with sheer horror. For the first time in forever I smile and am content.

I would rather die than lived entrapped for someone's entertainment.

I am free, I think to myself happily , as I begin to float sideways to the top of the water. I am fr
ee.

My15 yo son asked me to write about a fish in the bowl and this was the end result.
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The Leader of the Blind

Post  Felicia on Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:36 pm


I lead the blind to the edge then push them off the side.
I never told them to follow me. If they told you that- just know that they lied.
I lean over and watch them one by one beg, plea and cry.
But, I do no more than look over and smoke my Newport and Sigh...
I yell down at them, "It's too late now. I'm pretty sure you all are about to die."
And, nothing... no sound, nothing is what they reply.

Silly fools. What follies. What wonder.
Hold on a second. Hey, did you hear that? I could swear that was thunder.
Standing here I am amused by the plight of the weak. I smirk at their blunder.
Knowing of not knowing the fact will pull you under.

I lead the blind to water and I make them drink
I lead the blind to the light and make them blind
I lead the blind to ancient scripts and make them think
I lead the blind in herds and I enclose them in a rink.

I manipulate and infiltrate
I segregate and penetrate
I narrate and initiate
I debate and I create
I mandate and I agitate

There for in the end...


I lead the blind to the edge then push them off the side.
I never told them to follow me. If they told you that- just know that they lied.
But, there is nothing they can say now. Because, I'm pretty sure that they died.
So, still I smoke my Newport and Still I si
gh.
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Without a Word

Post  Felicia on Mon Jun 04, 2012 12:37 pm

Without a Word
Posted June 3


A wise man once told me nothing so I listened very carefully
Carefully I listen for this man was very wise
He sat there saying nothing. Thus, listened I dreadfully
Awaiting his knowledge filled surprise

The less he said the more I listened to each and ever word
Knowing that there was not one word that he did not speak to be a trick nor lie
With only a stare and a nod I countered
Counted I... first, then the second, then (at last) the third

Deeper the conversation dug and closer leaned in did I
"Sir, I pray you give me one moment to take this all in."
And, without blinking salt filled liquid did escape his right eye
Without warning he stood up, no words, and told me good bye.

Still, here, I sit wrapped in sheepskin
With no words and no replies
Still, here I sit still forsaken
Awaiting the beginning awaiting the end
Knowing his knowing was the beginning of me knowing and the end of my dem
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Life's LullaBye

Post  Felicia on Wed Jun 06, 2012 1:08 pm


Go to sleep
Close your eyes
This is life's Lullaby

Ransacked-
Near demise
This is life's Lullaby

As you sow- so shall you reap
Hello - and goodbye
This is life's Lullaby

Flashback-
And epitomized
This is life's Lullaby

All your secrets I shall keep
Inhale and release a sigh
This is life's Lullaby

So, hush little baby don't you cry
Abstract-As life passes you by
Why?
Because this is life's Lulla
bye

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Nonsense

Post  Felicia on Wed Jun 06, 2012 1:48 pm


I need some change in my life
So, I will go rob a piggy bank
Lets give it a twist or a spin
Are you in?!

Society pardon madams each Saturday after the club
They drink Fluga and walk out all flip flubbed

Too tipsy to remember who zolted their uglas
Walking around town the next week with gapes as big as tubas

Sssspoosking as they itch
Surprised when they are diagnosed with Stanzwabritch

Sorta hard to relay
When all they do is get wasted and wanna play

So I lay them down on chairs and preform Mooub brain procedures
Shaking some sense into these young ladies heads so hard it gives them seizures

Call up Dr.Seuss
Offer to pay for fare on caboose

Because, these young men have been running trains all day long
Slinging here and there their Shlongs

Asking young ladies to just let them stick it in one time - They'll freak ya
9 months later Eureka!

Ugla's with more STD's than a clinic tyegewok
More crab infested than a seafaring Ewok

So, I walk up to the club with piggy bank in hand
Wipe brow and insert quarter into slot of no mans land

And wait...

Ugla's for days followed by grintzly guys with the drips
Cold sore my a.ss! What's that on their lips?!

Backing up I stumble over a tipsy patron
I nudge him in the side and slip him a blue Latrium

Looking at piggy bank
My mind begins to turn asber pink

I take my change with a grain of salt in a dirty glass
Walk of several miles , sit down piggy bank and drop an Atomic bomb on their a.ss.


I need some change in my life
So, I will go rob a piggy bank
Lets give it a twist or a spi
n
Are you in?!


Inspired by my son- Don. P
I ask my son to give me a bunch of nonsense words. And, this is the end result.

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Felicia....

Post  Le0 on Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:06 pm

Very nice. rabbit
Without a word & the liquid hell are my favorites thus far Surprised

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Re: ⓒ Felicia's WORK'shop ( Poems, Stories and Stuff )

Post  Trinity4ever on Fri Jun 29, 2012 9:39 am

My favorites: Liquid Hell and Without a Word. You are a great writer Felicia with an endless imagination. I write from experience but you...You just grab from the ethers. Excellent prose. You're a Star my SisStar! Like a Star @ heaven
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