PDA

With me


PDA
Public Displays of Affection
P retty
D amned
A nnoying
If you ask me
Why the hell
Are you inflicting me
With your puppy dog love
Forcing everyone to consider
Why you are so happy
While they feel
So crappy
Most of the time
I understand a kiss is nice
But let me give you
Some advice
It is even better
In private
See
In private
It doesn't matter
Where I sit
I will never be able to see
You will no longer
Inflict on me
How she goes all
Week in the knees
Or how tightly
You squeeze
Her to stay on her feet
How swept away
One woman could be
I try to imagine it was me
Clutched so tightly
She pressed so tightly
And me
Sitting here alone
Now so lonely
And me
So so angrily
Viewing
Your
P
D
A
Silently simmering
Jealously glimpsing
Her with you
And not
With me


Chris McQueeney ©2015


Linked to The Mag

If Wishes Were Wings

Soooo, it has been a while since my last post. I have been working on my very first book! And, for that matter I have also been working on book 2 as well...
My first book, If Wishes Were Wings, will consist of 100 pieces written in free verse; hopefully to be available for sale by March 2016.
Hope all is well in your worlds!

Stick figure Man

Technicolor memories


The stick figure man
Went gun in hand
To the room to be by himself
At times that room
Was like his mama's womb
Today it was to be
Something else indeed
Simply put
Today it was to be
His tomb
The feel of steel
In his hand
Like the sands in an hourglass
Enevatable
When need outweighs will
Everything else is of no consequence
Time stands still
Intent reigns
Instant gratification
Holds nothing
In light of suicide
Idolized cemetry
When need outweighs will
Blanking the slate
Of a rancid landfill brimming
Overwhelming
This last semblance of humanity
With nothing left but need
His will indeed becoming complete
At last released
In his toomb
His life painted
On the walls
For all to see
Technicolor memories
All that is left of me


Chris McQueeney 2015

Sunday Offering

Even though



There we were
With the world at our feet
Dreams at our fingertips
Standing so close
Yet so far away
Wouldn’t dream of being
Anywhere else but with you
Today
Every day after
Measured and weighed
Bar set so high
I’ll say
The world dimmed today
Standing so close
Yet so far away
And I knew
That
If you knew
Your face would change
And you would step away
So close I’ll hold
This memory tight
How close you stood
To me today
Your touch
Just a fingertip away
As I rest my weary head tonight
This memory of you
I’ll hold so close inside
So close we stood today
Even though you are so far away


Chris McQueeney ©2015


This is being linked to The Mag for Tess's Sunday prompt...

Flower filked sky

The remains


Where do our
Fallen Foes
Or Heroes
Go
Do they fly into
The sky
On chariots of light
To fight again
For redemption
And rebirth
Or
Is it worse
Do they stay
And fight
Day after day
Never to lay down
To rest
Back to a wall
Head on knees
The rise and fall of
Their chests
Leading one to believe
This is real
Leading one to believe
There might be some release
Where do our
Fallen Foes
Or Heroes
Go
Heaven
Or Hell
Who is to tell
Dead is dead
All we see are
The remains
Of shattered dreams


Chris McQueeney ©2015

This was penned in response to the prompt at The Mag