Haunted

As a child I had an alter ego, his name was Michael. I wished I could be like him. Michael wasn’t scared. Michael could stand up for himself.  Michael was always safe, and when he wasn’t safe he made it safe.

In the third grade I was supposed to write a paper, a short story, about something scary. It was Halloween and it was in Miss Silvers’ class. I wrote a story about Michael's step father beating him one more time. Only this time Michael fought back. He hurt the step father; hurt him so bad he would never harm Michael again. At this point I have to put a disclamer in here, I couldn't wright so all I turned in was a paper covered in gibberish.

It is Halloween, and to this day there are times I wish I had been Michael. Then I wouldn’t be haunted.

Haunted

Hiding under the blankets

Their voices so loud

You want to cry?

I’ll give you something to cry about!

Why can’t you be more like your brother?

The cries from down the hallway

Louder and louder

Don’t worry

I’ll keep you safe

Michael whispers

Don’t make any noise

Or they will come for you

Chris McQueeney 10/31/11 3:50PM

The road lied

The road lied

That old blue truck

Smelling of dad

Grease and petrol, not overwhelming

Just the way things should be

The Blue Mountains spread out before and behind

The pass inclined severely ahead

As far as the eyes could see

Yellow and red lights glared their displeasure at the moon

Safe as the smell, safe as the feel of dad’s presence, not vulnerable, secure

The safety of the road a figment, not real

The road lied, the truckers didn’t

Black ice as far as the eyes could see

Red and yellow warning the unwary

Chris McQueeney 10/27/11 8:07AM



Thank you all for the comments. I need to find a Better way to reply, if I do it from my phone it goes as an email, from my computer I have to jump through hoops like this wasn't my own blog. Oh well, such is life. That pass, and that truck have special meaning to me. looking back I can see how scary it should have been, but at the time all I felt was safe, and sad. Sad because yet again I was having to leave my true home, and the security of my father. That eight hour drive would be the last I would see of him for about four months.

Update on the cigarette situation.

I have had NO cigarettes for over six days….over the hump!!! I am still using the patch. It took about three days to drop the smokes on the patch. Fuck man, I gotta say quitting is tough. A good portion of my life has revolved around supporting my habit. The mental obsession to smoke is a powerful one to overcome, but this time something is different. My body may want, but my soul doesn’t. Today I have a lot of gratitude, the shackles have been lifted! What a birthday present to myself, one week off of cigarettes.

Ok, enough about cigarettes. I am having some peace and comfort in my life. It has been a long time, and I have been feeling a bit hope less about it, but I guess just like Oregon, wait five minutes and the weather will change. I have a friend who has asked me to help him with his writing. I think he thinks he is putting me out by asking me, he is not. Again another thing to be grateful for, one year ago I couldn’t even write, and now I am in a position to help someone else.

Have a good day people, may your wanderings be fruitful.

Chris McQueeney 10/17/11 9:15PM

Out

I was organizing the files on my computer and realized that I have 37 poems. In less than 6 months my life has changed dramatically. Of the things I feel good about the poetry is towards the top of the list. Going back through them has been a journey; I wonder how I will feel about them in a year, or ten.

Out

Eternity throughout to learn

In time fires from heaven will burn

In the eyes of the ever present watchers

Time slowly fades

One minute your here 

The next your there

Then gone

Eternity throughout to learn

In time fires from heaven will burn

Will burn

Out

Chris McQueeney    I’m not sure when I wrote this, rewritten  10/15/11 11:12 AM

Iron belly

Iron belly

Dust devils spin

Stirring the imagination

If I was that small

If it was that high

Would I fly?

Around and around

The world fading from view

Wind swept debris

Filling my sight

At this point

In my musings

My stomach flips

Even in dreams

I get motion-sick!

Chris McQueeney, 10/11/11 3:45PM

Whisper so soft...

I have a poem that was inspired by the name of a blog that I follow. Her posts are dark, and beautiful. I am adding a link to her blog, please visit.

Whisper so soft

Screaming whispers so soft

Thundering along my nerves

So strong the force

You should see

Blinded by your malice

Your restless discontent

You cannot

I rage, I beg, I plead

I scream as if the volume will crack through

The driven nature of your ignorance

Finally, heart broken, soul torn

I whisper     

Please

Please stop

please stop you’re killing me

Chris Mcqueeney, 10/7/11

Here is the link to her blog....
http://ascreamingwhisper.blogspot.com/

I am linking this to dVerse poets pub....I think if you like poetry you will like their site.