MY ENDURING BONES

Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso

Poetry, Day Five: Imperfect

We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.

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I want to be a Nightmare and fly from head to head

I want to be the night terror where you fall and wake up dead.

I want to be the vision that makes you scream and cry.

I don’t want to be the kind of dream that makes you smile.

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Bye Bye Summer
Bye to your angry bees, smelly bus commuters and cold tasteless food

Bye Bye Summer
Bye to your angry Sun, stale warm air
And burning trees.

Bye Bye Summer
You brutal heartless fiend
It’s our turn now.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Today, write a poem about a journey. You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.

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They are sending me to Mars

on a Ship that won’t return

I really don’t mind

the plan seems fine

I’m going to die far away from Earth.

 

Earth is just reminder of all that used to be

Nothing is the same and everything has changed.

Who wants to live in an open Grave?

 

Earth is like a lost love

you find many years later

she’s used and worn she’s hacking up her lungs

and

she

looks

and

sounds

like a car that’s been parked to long.

 

Mars is cold and dead they claim

but I don’t believe that’s true

the ground is red sometimes the sky is blue

Mars can kill you in a breath.

 

They are sending me to Mars

and I will never return to Earth

the plan seems fine

I don’t mind

dying far away from Earth.

 

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Cheat

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Death came for her, as she knew it would on a day drenched with sunlight, with her gut full of wine and her lungs clounded with cigarette smoke

Death stood next to her and shook it’s shrouded head. ” I really don’t want to be here.”

Josephine took a long hard drag on her cigarette. ” Tough.”

Death pulled it’s shroud away from it’s face and Josephine tried to pretend to not be shocked to see it was a woman- her hair was long and dark and her eyes glowed deep and orange- like a wolf’s.

” That’s a nasty habit you’ve got there Josephine. All that drinking and smoking in bed. You’re lucky you never fell asleep and burned your house down and killed everyone in it.”

” Well. I didn’t.”

” I know, I wouldn’t take you. It didn’t seem right.”

Josephine reached for her journal and began to write in it.

” I mean Josephine, you firebombed your way through life- all that deceiving you did. You betrayed and lied to your friends, your family people you knew for only five minutes.  You even stole most of the stuff you’ve written.” Death tapped the top of Josephine’s journal. No way was I going to let you skate out of this life into the next. Some of the people you wrecked are on the other side. They deserve a break from you for as long as possible.”

” That’s not your choice to make.” Josephine narrowed her eyes and pointed.

Death looked towards Josephine’s nightstand and saw the empty pill bottle.

” Oh. I see.”

” I’m done. I’ve lived. I’ve loved-”

Death snorted and turned her face to the window.

” I’m tired and old and I am done.”

I can see that Josephine. You got me. Close your eyes or don’t. The choice is yours.”

Death swung her scythe and  up into the air and as Josephine’s eyes lit up and Death let it sail over Josephine’s head.

It landed on Josephine’s shoulder.

” What the Hell!”

” I can be merciful, I can be cruel and most people think I cheat. Well guess what. I don’t. I do exactly what I’m supposed to do. So here’s the thing. You just keep being your fantabulous self Josephine. You keep cheating your way through life and when I come for the people who you’ve cheated- and there are so many of them out there that you will screw over, I’ll get called a lot of things by them in their end. But cheat won’t be on their lips.”

” Stay alive Josephine. You just keep on breathing.”

” I won’t!” Josephine screeched through a haze of smoke ” You come back here! I can’t take this anymore!”

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Death left Josephine’s house and was dragging  the business end of her scythe along side her on the sidewalk when a man and a woman holding hands stopped her under a tree.

” We owe you. We owe you big.” the woman whose hair was tied back with a red ribbon said.

Death agreed and  looked at the man who wore a soft blue workshirt. ” Yeah. Okay. We do.”

Death dropped her head forward and her hood fell over her face. ” I want a horse. Everyone thinks I have one. ”

” Deal.”

And they parted ways under the blue sunlit sky full of sunlight and the sounds of a woman with a smoke worn throat screaming from all around them.

Poetry, Day Three: Friend

Whether it’s about a time they saved your life or a moment when they disappointed you, write today’s poem about a friend: a person, an animal, or even a fictional character that’s close to your heart. You could also address a group of people, or an object that represents friendship for you.

 

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The boat we sank was old

trusty, rusty and worn

We took her out, we cut her deep

and we let her sink alone

 

One of us could have turned back

and stayed with her until her end

One of us could have watched her drown

but we closed our eyes instead

 

When the mist crawls from the Sea

and visits us in our sleep

We tell ourselves it was all dream

dawn will set us free

 

But the Sea was real

and she did drown

and we all watched her die

We stood safe, we closed our eyes

and denied our heartless deed.

 

This is our punishment, our endless nightmare now:

 

Our eyes will never open

We will never leave that shore

We will always exist  in that moment

when we let our friend sink alone.

 
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