"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

April 12, 2008

There Are Games About

Filed under: Poetry — C'hele @ 16:49

Inky coloured clouds mottle leaden skies

Thunder rolls softly in the distance

Feeling the electricity beneath my feet

The anticipation of its coming is making my palms sweaty.

As the wind picks up,

My heart matches the elementals pulse beat by beat.

Clenching my jaws,

I find myself standing on the balls of my feet-

There are games about

And I don’t play games.

Balling up my fists,

I look aloft.

I am resigned.

Bring it on you son-of-a-bitch.

Gimme what you got.



  1. Yikes, C’hele! Is someone pissing you off? If so, they better watch out! This was powerful! πŸ™‚

    Comment by vroni1208 — April 14, 2008 @ 17:22

  2. Yeah, Vron. It’s name is called Dan! πŸ™‚

    Comment by cheles — April 15, 2008 @ 03:18

  3. Hm. In my experience men with low self esteem can be very difficult in romantic relationship . . . good luck with that!

    Comment by waxingstrange — April 15, 2008 @ 06:03

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