Ugly Is Manmade

Society takes her tea with a pinch of blood, tears and unnecessary hurt. She sits in my kitchen expecting libations squeezed from flesh and spirit her goons label unworthy—too fat, too different, not tall enough, too old, too woke, too human, too unlike her hand-twisted puppets.

ugly is manmade,
the filthiest of constructs,
a poison that rots

Society’s tea cup is overflowing with teeth and broken expectations. My kicking boot is scuffed.
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the wee notes…
– This is not the first poem I wrote for this year’s Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month. When I first thought of the topic, I intended to Protest and be Outraged about healthcare and similar issues. I even wrote the poems (I’ll share them, eventually). But yesterday, someone close to my heart told me that she felt fat, and uncomfortable with her looks. She is a beautiful woman and a brilliant soul… Her pain leaves me wanting to kick society’s ideas of beauty in the freaking jaw.
– Linked to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry, 350.


This is a closeup of a painting by Shelle Kennedy;

to see the original piece, in full color, visit Shelle’s blog.

A Caged Tongue

Nightmares are me
tongueless, my skull
a cage for thought,

my dying mind screaming,

Burst at the mouth now,
lest I implode later!

my mouth empty
of words,

dead to words.
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Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”.

Bella in Black

“Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you…? You need to mean them… You need to really want to cause pain—to enjoy it—righteous anger won’t hurt me for long—I’ll show you how it is done, shall I? I’ll give you a lesson—” ~ Bellatrix Lestrange, in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, by J.K. Rowling

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Night and blood
feed the flames that scream
her hollowed soul wild,

empower
the wants marked wicked,
forbidden.

Bella in black is pure
magic madness,
sweet chaos. She is
love in lust with death
that thrives through torture…

…through wild, forbidden
chaos,

Bella is tortured.
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a wee note…
– Rommy, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to write a poem from the point of view of a fictional villain. She wants to know what makes them villainous. Are their depraved ways justified by tales we haven’t been told? Or, are they just plain rotten? I chose unstable, malicious, insane, love-starved, Bellatrix Lestrange, from the Harry Potter Series.

“Bellatrix Lestrange”, by NLMDA
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