Tuesday, March 14, 2023

"A Family's Spin"







Smiles—   
masks worn to hide empty souls   
Hugs—   
embraces feigning loving devotion   
Laughter—   
covers of shrill condemnation and lies   
Closeness—   
disguises of endless discord   
Piety—   
prayers smugly offered for self-adulation   
Family—   
actors preforming prescribed scripts   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman 


"You're Not What I Want"

You strut into my life, mirrors for your eyes.   

Bragging on your style and worth, all to cover lies.   
          You demand worship, attention thrown your way.   
          Staging life’s events, you’re an actor in a play.   
                    You’re not what I want, so I’m stepping away.   
                     You’re not what I want, so I’m leaving you today.

  
You take and take cruelly, all that I can give. 
  
Draining all my love from me, just so you can live.   
          You see no one else, feed only your dark needs.   
          Ignoring all the hearts you break with your selfish deeds.   
                     You're not what I want, so I'm stepping away.   
                     You're not what I want, so I'm leaving you today.   

You expect to hold the world’s blind devotion. 
  
Feigning love and care, your spirit lacks emotion.   
          You think I should thankfully kneel at your feet.   
          Allowing the abusive cycle to repeat.   
                     You’re not what I want, so I’m stepping away.   
                     You’re not what I want, so I’m leaving you today.   


Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Poison"

 



Inside   
           buried under smiles   
                     as innocent as childhood   
           hidden by energy   
                     that eats the inner core   
           enveloped with laughter   
                     tinged by hysteria   
           where no one can see, or touch, or feel   
                     the infinite coldness   
Waiting   
           surrounded by darkness   
                     like a corpse in the grave   
           clamped down by a vise   
                     whose claws rip and tear   
           forced into submission   
                     until no one’s looking   
           deep down in the well of pitch, and stagnation, and fear   
                     the infinite coldness   
Outside   
           revealed at last in the eyes   
                     through condemnation and indignation   
           recognized by the putrid stench   
                     of pettiness and intolerance   
           exposed in each word and act   
                     through acid hatred   
           an eruption of vomitus bile—black and caustic   
                     the infinite coldness   
   
Copyright 1997 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
















Unfortunately, many of us experience relationships with individuals who are toxic to our lives. Often, they hide their nature under smiles and hugs, so sometimes it takes years to realize just how much they damage you with their poison.

"Dysfunctional Family"

 




Dysfunctional family that no one wants to see   
Exploding into my face, killing complacency     
A brother-in-law irate since children want to play   
Yells at and bullies young girls, hurts me along the way   
Too many years of silence--turning the other cheek   
Too many days of hiding, of being mild and meek   
The banked fire broke out in flames, searing words were spoken   
Eyes burning, stomach churning, the control was broken   
Children in adult bodies wanting to have their say   
One powerfully monstrous, the other flees away   
A vain struggle in the car would certainly be lost   
Overpowered by brute strength, no way to bear that cross   
Faked submission to bring calm-- hands folded, eyes downcast   
False apologies offered, but nothing that will last   
Dysfunctional family that no one wants to see 
 
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Monday, March 13, 2023

"Verbena"

 


            A lone seed surrounded by stones. With stubborn strength and survival’s goal, this isolated weed flowers on the side of the road. A single splash of purple and green stands against white and cream rocks. Boldly sprouting while separated from other blossoms.

            A few steps down the road, a pair commutes under a cedar tree. Resilient among the rocks, their simple blooms draws attention. Up along the dry creek bed, rests a cluster of verdant emerald with pinker tones flowers within last winter’s grasses.

 
















Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman