Lovely Penguin

By Marie Gordon

I was a freshman girl
And you were a baby
Snuggling in a glass cage
With a red-eyed sister

Lonelier than I knew
Both of us had plenty
We would teach each other
I picked you for your spunk

Not for the loyalty
My traveling sweater pet
Snowy white gerbil puff
I picked you for your ears

I was acting at me
You were showing your charm
Both of us little clowns
I bought you on a whim

You slept between my feet
As I studied for class
French existentialism
I read Beauvoir to you

While we trained each other
We were readying us
We had yet to see wrath
We had yet to find us

I under-prepared you
Gathering companion
Neither quite ready for
Winter hibernation

When that lanky monster
Crept slowly to our room
Turned down the thermostat
And ended our childhood

We never asked for that
Neither had consented
Both of us felt helpless
We were stuck in our cage

Looking like princesses
Pretending to be us
When we’d lost our persons
My tears fell on your scruff

You weren’t a prodigy
An ivy-league girlfriend
But I took what I got
And what I got was you

Something that never spoke
Accepted all my gifts
Curled up on my stomach
While I tried not to sleep

We hibernated then
We did what we had to
Protected each other
From that cold monster’s hands

You were my little ghost
You were my paper towel
Nibbling cereal crumbs
Mazing through my blankets

I wish you were here, M
Wish you could have seen more
After I left monsters
And that winter behind

But you were spunk
During my grief
And you were soft
Throughout the trial

Spunky Boo soft and loved

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I take pride in passing down the principles of mass chaos to the younger generation (my little bro David).  I feel assured this legacy will far outlive me

i am sure he intended the dichotomy of the facial expressions…

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this is a poem i wrote recently. it’s something of a change from the stuff i’ve been writing lately. i have some lighter poems to come after this…don’t worry, i haven’t gone emo yet. (and if you haven’t watched tickle me emo on youtube you really need to…that means you ferraro).
monster
by marie Gordon

I check my mirror
Watch the reflection
This is not a dream
I want to be sure

How long has it been
Since I slept quiet
Since my nightmares ceased
Into alertness

I sit up checking
The windows and locks
Scanning with my eyes
The monster is there

It never occurred
That it wouldn’t hide…
Enter through the door
To terrify me

To implant nightmares
Into waking hours
To stalk my night’s dreams
A fly on the wall

And I thought it buzzed
Like a little moth
Soft, but not leering
Monster watching me

I turn on my lights
Still I see its face
On every wall
It does not hide

I have seen its face
It will rip your mind
Crush your childhood dreams
Rape your every will

Wake me, wake me
Monsters exist
I say to you

No one told me either

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