How I Amuse My Poetry Muse Vol XI

I was prepared to share
my dreams with you –
but that alone
wouldn’t do,
You had to own me through and through;
You had to have it all…

So instead you crept
into my head;
Day-by-day stole
my thoughts away,
Til there was nothing left of me
but a hollow, sorrowful shell.
(Inspired by #SableSwanVerse prompt ‘Stolen Thoughts’)

We cannot cure
each others pain;
But with purest love
we can ensure
they have enough
help and support
to thwart the bane which tortures them,
And heal themselves
again.
(Inspired by #DimpleVerse prompt ‘The Cure’)

Daydreaming;
Streaming then sieving
through words to find
their precious meaning
whilst leaving behind
the dirty sediment of
unneeded sentiments
which do not heed
the verse.
(Inspired by #MadVerse prompt ‘Dream’)

Burrowing down deep,
that’s where he squeezed his feelings
crushed them in his ribcage
pulverized them into fears
that feasted on his festering flesh
til there was nothing of him left
but a squealing mush of grotesqueness
growing ravenous with rage
(Inspired by #horrorprompt ‘Burrowing Deep’)

How can you expect your reflection
not to detect your imperfections?
It’s a bit much to have such
unrealistic ideals, so I feel
if you find scrutinizing your face
takes you to a place
where you feel worse –
then just turn around
and make yourself the background,
so you’ll see
all the beauty
of the rest of the universe.
(Inspired by #TheSmellOfWords prompt ‘It’s A Bit Much’)

I like big beards and I cannot lie,
No other sister can deny;
That when a mister walks past
with a forest on his face
and his hair tied in a bun
you
get
sprung!

You don’t care;
You don’t care what they think
they can think what they like
it’s not like they care
what you think.
(Inspired by #TastyPoem prompt Blatant/Flagrant)

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on www.twitter.com/@bhhburns

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