I Pick It Up and Pull It Down

I pick it up and pull it down.

I got zero despire for this town.

People think that I am clown.

They think they can make me flown.

I pull it down and pick it up.

Energy vampires want blood to pump.

From me, there is zero drops in the cup.

Yet, I find myself around again in this crazy dump.

They tell me to count my blessings.

I ridded myself of all confessions.

There is zero room for reminiscings.

There are zero fusions.

I picked it up one last time.

On my own dime.

There is nothing left to find.

So, I leave in kind.

I pull it down.

Unable to stay around.

I am unbound.

The energy vampires are going down.

A. Jane Mendenhall. 2020

The Strain

The Strain

We welcome you with open arms.

You throw on us all your charm.

Your insecurities are suddenly all about us.

We are a long way from fantasyland on the school bus.

We welcome you with open arms.

You take our hearts to harm.

Suddenly everything is a big fuss.

We are a long way from fantasyland on the bus.

You give us your open arms.

For us to run right into harm.

Throw your pain onto us

Only you count in your fantasyland on the bus.

You give us your open arms.

Win our hearts with your fake charm.

Blanket false security on us.

In the end, Only you count in your fantasyland on the bus.

Our hearts are broken.

With words that should never be spoken.

The lies that entered our hearts.

The truths that broke us into parts.

Copyright@2019 JM