Wake-up Call
Wake-up Call
I stumble up in the morning,
my glance brushes the mirror
And, before I can stop myself,
I sleepily drift closer
I look at the figure before me,
her hair a knotted tangle,
a piece of E-shaped porcelain
dangling; pulled at an angle
Faint outlines of ink run up her arms
And die -
like blown lightbulbs
- once they reach her palms
A birthmark on her inner thigh
A tan-coloured cloud
snagged on a skin sky
There’s a rubber band encirling
red fingerprints numbering five;
A rubber band around my wrist
to remind me that I’m alive
*I only have the courage to post this now (a good few months after writing it). I think I might have broken up the rhythm rather badly with the second and third last stanzas (opinions, please 
), but I think it flowed much better than I expected it would. So yeah. This one has a lot more personal meaning than the ones I have been writing lately. Hope you enjoy*
I just wanted to say thank you for the comment. You totally opened my eyes to something. When I wrote that about her loaning my soul to God, I put ALOT of thought into the words and message I was trying to express, but I didn’t take the time to realize how POWERFUL of a visual that was. Her making a deal with God over the posession of my soul is such a POWERFUL thing to imagine. That you for opening my eyes to tyhat… AND GREAT JOB ON THIS POEM!!! I love it just as usual. Keep up the good work!
Shady said this on March 13, 2009 at 12:26 am
after that post, i did just that. i sat back in my chair & took deep breaths, cleared my mind & i got on with my day.
shutter is the amount of time the shutter is open, a short/quick time or a long time; my speed freeway photography was shot with a long opening. aperture is a hole or an opening through which light is admitted, this is where you create depth of field or bokeh. ISO; how sensitive the image sensor is to the amount of light present. white balance is the process of removing unrealistic colours, so objects which are white in person are rendered white in the photograh (or something like that)
how come you didn’t have the courage to post this earlier(?)
xox love it
chloë said this on March 13, 2009 at 1:44 am
love the metaphor in stanza 3;
“Faint outlines of ink run up her arms
And die -
like blown lightbulbs
- once they reach her palms”
how you refer to your veins as ink; correct me if im wrong.
i also like how “my glance brushes the mirror” this is a very effective use of words and transitions well into the second stanza. who wakes up with nice and neat hair?
luv it jr…write on
freshtodeath said this on March 13, 2009 at 2:14 am
do you mind elaborating on why you never had the courage to post this earlier? this has nothing to do with attempting to commit suicide does it? i always think im lost lol :Z silly me…tricks are for kids
freshtodeath said this on March 13, 2009 at 2:16 am
Dig it…The imagery and flow are perfect..Of course the personal ones are the ones we feel the most shy about, but then in the end, what else is there but our souls to speak out truth.
bindo said this on March 13, 2009 at 3:47 am
Sounds more interesting than what I see in the mirror early morning
Who dares touch such a personal memory?
Jan Freeman said this on March 13, 2009 at 4:31 pm
i am completely infatuated with graffiti for some reason. the majority of it is so beautiful…people expressions bared in paint on a wall for all to view. i still gotta buy some paint and throw some of my sketches up on a wall. ahhh my hand is alright; im sick of having one arm casted. youd be surprised by how many things you take for granted when you have to free branches. i also did end up talking to the mehicano and it turns out shes not pregnant=] so thats good.
anyways take care jr=]
freshtodeath said this on March 16, 2009 at 7:18 pm
MA: Ah yes, without personal moments, there would be no poetry.
Jan: lol, what do you see, Jan, my friend?
cravingoxygen said this on March 16, 2009 at 9:19 pm
I’m quite relieved to know your doing better as well! =] I’m surprised and also impressed that your gathered up the courage to publish this as I imagine it must have been extremely difficult to do. Done and did; On my page I edited your comment. I get my cast off April 2nd and I actually can’t wait. Although it’s painfully tantalizing I view it as a godsend. It really set me back in lifting weights after taking four months off; I was only 3 weeks back into it, but a week (possibly 2) before it comes off I’m ACTUALLY GOING TO QUIT smoking. I bought the patches and everything. Anyways, back to vacuuming and cleaning up the house. Stay fresh sweetheart!
freshtodeath said this on March 16, 2009 at 9:57 pm
it’s okay about your response, not being on time(?)
i’ve been practicing “cropping” – but not actually cropping a photograph, more when i take the photograph i take it (already) cropped; does that make any sense(?) lol
i’m looking into getting a macro lens, so my close-ups will be of a high standard
p.s they are from my garden : )
*grins & hugs*
chloë said this on March 17, 2009 at 3:11 am
Well, “Leather Couch Conversations” is supposed to clearly portray the idea of how writing is my therapy. By my word selection I’ve tried to give off the feel of a therapists office!
“a clip-board”
“leather couches”
and almost an “empty room”
Thank you so much your words are so kind!! *firmly hugs oxygen* The quitting cursing isn’t going so well yet there’s always another day and another time. I’m also extremely happy I’ve stopped taking my medication, all of it except for Clonazepam which helps ease the anxiety I suffer from getting clean of drugs that I’m also extremely serious about doing. Really words cannot express how serious I am about getting clean. The anxiety (social anxiety) is a very common side-effect of the entire process.
As I’ve said before I cannot live or survive in a messy environment. For some reason I have this desire, or maybe an obsessive compulsive disorder, of living an orderly or organized life. I swear when things are a mess it actually effects my mentality. It’s strange; so I guess you could say it’s a disorder, positive or not.
I do plan on writing much more and taking more pictures. With all the free time I’ve been generously granted with I should definitely be doing more of the things I love to do and plan on it! I’m also starting Spanish lessons at the end of the month because I’m going through a phase where I’m only attracted to woman with dark skin and hair. Bizarre. I also had another revelation the other day when I realized the things I do not understand or have troubles with I find so beautiful and brutally intriguing.
Thanks for reading. Your comments, input and insight is always welcomed with open arms and an open heart.
Take care sweetheart and stay fresh~
freshtodeath said this on March 18, 2009 at 4:17 am
i am okay, yes. i’m just not getting my hopes up that things will be ‘different’ this time around.
if i don’t get my hopes up, i can’t be disappointed, right(?) </3
my parents & i keep up the gardens, we’re on a large block on land here & there’s a lot of work
but we all seem to enjoy it
that photo you commented “This is a very sweet pic of you, btw. You’re all cute and preoccupied : )” that was the last day my brother was doing well, it was my uncles wedding & daniel took that; i loved that it’s a ‘caught off guard’ moment
i’m looking looking looking into the micro (Nikons, macro) lens
chloë said this on March 18, 2009 at 7:40 am
Faint outlines of ink run up her arms
And die -
like blown lightbulbs
- once they reach her palms
viens like blown up light bulbs
i love! that image
i’m glad you posted it. i hope you’re doing well.
lolabmac said this on March 18, 2009 at 5:26 pm
i’m not totally pessimistic, don’t worry : )
i’m keeping myself safe, first
“Usually you’re my ray of sunshine” – thankyou, you made me smile
<3
i hope you’re keeping well xo
chloë said this on March 19, 2009 at 4:42 am
Hello dear… How are you? I hope all is going good for you. I haven’t heard from you in awhile. I just wanted to stop by to say hello and see how you were doing. Take care sweetie…
Shady said this on March 20, 2009 at 5:47 am
well you should ‘still’ find it pretty, because it hasn’t changed
hehe
i’ll send you my hair; is that a weird comment to make, yes i think so. (lol)
it’s not exact as yet, but probably may, mothers day we think.
oh my gosh, it you really say you haven’t heard of a waverunner before, jetski perhaps(?) really it’s a PWC (personal water craft)
they’re unreal (awesome)
thankyou, i was sure glad to read you approve, i’m sure i’ll get a comment along the way that says, no you can’t post about yourself *smiles wickedly*
how’s things over your side of the world(?)
chloë said this on March 23, 2009 at 6:55 am
Like everyone else I thought this was awesome.
‘A birthmark on her inner thigh
A tan-coloured cloud
snagged on a skin sky’
I really found this image fresh and different. I loved your profound last stanza, with the rubber band as a metaphor for another’s hand or yours to remind you of reality and of your own existence ? I suspect that is what it means, or it’s very far out and I didn’t grasp it. In any case it touched my nonetheless. Truly brilliant.
fessuscorpus said this on March 24, 2009 at 12:03 pm
Wow. You got the metaphor. I wasn’t sure whether anyone would. But, um, yes… you’re exactly right… *looks surprised, but pleased*
Means a lot coming from you, my Peach (lol, or should I stick to calling you Corpus? 
)
Thank you
cravingoxygen said this on March 26, 2009 at 8:10 pm
sometimes it takes that of another to remind us of our purpose.
we don’t always understand our own reflective self….well, at least not until we’re reminded of someone else s.
we change, we circle around ourselves and drift back & forth so many times b4 we come full circle again.
I loved the freshness in this piece…it had a certain resonance to it that I don’t see often.
loved it
tiffini said this on May 7, 2009 at 5:15 pm