anthologia IX

Poetry Prompt: Curse

Poets: Dorian Sounde, Brittaina Goffy and Ambrozya

My Curse by Dorian Sounde

​Deep inside my veins, there's this bitter sweet,
a pain flows through my life-force, 
but it carries me,
I feel it.
Taken hostage by the notion that I'll be ok,
too much time wasted looking over my shoulder, waiting for trauma.

The Joo-Joo that the Hoodoo magic man sent has clung to my essence,
It is all that I am, all that I know.
At every corner, I turn, and it's there.
In the darkness, it is my light.

I embrace it, or else it'd drag me down.

It's not what I wanted, it's not what I planned for, but it is here, and it has consumed me.
I tried to beat it, push it down.
Fear turned to loathing, loathing to interest...once I was interested, it took control.

It's like the picture of Phil Collins that I got signed by Paul Daniels...it makes little sense, but it's mine, and I treasure it.

This Hoodoo, this Jinx, it sets me apart,
It's my curse, 
all mine.

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Friend, Earth, Soul by Brittaina Goffy

You are my curse
you blame me for
hell, Trump, apocalypse, drought
you are my best
friend

I am cursed
a hero's curse
I must live for
oil, death, drought,
Earth

wretched curses
for wretched life
addicted, drunk
soul

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The Last Curse by Ambrozya

It started with a pinch behind the neck
A broken plate
Lost my keys
Was followed in the night
Broke an ankle
Missed a flight

Until one day

My eyes
Did
Not 
Open

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