3 poems from Rickey Rivers Jr.

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Curious Prey

Use your eyes to taste wonders
No suffering for blunders
 
Awake at once from winter slumber
Fall into spring, oh rotted lumber
 
Melt the snow, the grass: cucumber
Now you feel familiar hunger
 
Use your hands to feel this change.
The atmosphere: a silent bang.
 
No longer be a messy runt.
Get out there and hunt.


No Fun Land

Admission is cheek kissing
No fun land
Snakes in the grass hissing
Momma in the kitchen

Sound drowns out the chemical plant 
Or is it scrap metal
Cans into can't, people into ants
Friends into antonyms
“But what does it mean?”
 
The future is full of Bradbury dreams.
No Mars reality, books burn with chemicals
Inhale authorship, text me the answer.
 
The teacher doesn't mind. 
The teacher isn't here.

Flood

Two peas in a pod, same boat
Down the street they go
 
It's flooded, damage all around
 
A crying man has lost his wife and child
A child has lost his parents.
 
A woman is floating with nothing to do and nowhere to go
Many others remain on what's left of houses
They are praying
Some scream for help
 
Flood waters keep moving
Children chase floating books with hopes of catching ink
 
The boats arrive then turn around
The rescued want to share
 
But there's no room anymore
There's no room anywhere


Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB

A Poetry Showcase for Rickey Rivers Jr.


A Poetry Showcase for Rickey Rivers Jr.

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Finally Understood

It took me a while to understand what you wrote.
I banged my head against the keys.
 
The words didn't correlate so I questioned their meaning.
 
I decided no meaning made sense.
I went to bed.
I went there angry.
 
How dare you write something so off putting?
 
I slept angry.
I couldn't settle.
You made me that way, confused, upset. 
 
I woke up screaming.
 
I got it.
 
What you wrote woke me up, gave life to my tears.


Cool Heads

Let us remain cool after warmed
With stress and pain
Our heads cool enough to nearly freeze
 
Not with numbness 
We've had enough of that
Instead with bliss
 
The opposite of overheating, we cool troubles away
A cool head prevails without danger of freezing
 
It's cold outside, it doesn't affect us
We are warmed in tranquility.

Evils of the World

For spouted lies and tales told
Chaos, destruction, death 

Father Time will punish 
And Mother Nature will morn 
For only so long

The evils of the world are often people 
The good can only suffer.
 
The law of the land 
History: a teacher

Am Not Muse

Muse I am not
So do not trace me

Muse I am not 
So do not draw me

Muse I am not 
So do not paint me

Muse I am not 
So do not sculpt me

Muse I am not 
So do not snap me

Muse I am not 
So do not touch me

Muse I am not 
So do not love me

No, I never said that.

Application of Learning After School

I should have applied myself better
I use to like school

But the years went by
And interest dwindled

School came with more than learning
They were distractions

No excuse
I allowed myself distraction

Who could blame a young mind?

Those things were not told beforehand
Perhaps they were 
And I chose not to listen?

You find out a lot through living.

It seems when school ended 
My will to learn came back
And it's fun again
When you're able to learn
On your own accord

Teaching the Self

Fooled by rules in school
With years in the proverbial pool

A kind of ignorance
Reality blew

A tool only
To gather information

Plenty unused after school

Learned a bit more 
After swimming on the hypothetical edge

Feet on the pavement
Gathering data

My wants I say
My wants, my way


Bio: Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB


3 poems from Rickey Rivers Jr.  : “Confidence, Anxiety, Self Doubt” “Who I am Now?” “Case of Emergency”


3 poems by Rickey Rivers Jr. “Sour Cup of Us” “Living in the Past” “The Thing about Us”


Poems from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Rickey Rivers Jr.










3 poems from Rickey Rivers Jr. : “Confidence, Anxiety, Self Doubt” “Who I am Now?” “Case of Emergency”

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(Confidence], Anxiety], [Self Doubt]

(so) what if [they don't like me] ?
(so) what if [they think I'm stupid] ?
(so) what if [I sound dumb] ?


Who I Am Now?

I could hurt myself and feel terrible after.
It's self harm when I hurt you.
Cause you're part of me.

My family or extended, blood blended.
The type to be loved always
But everyone gets hurt around me these days.

Mood effects sleep. I barely get a wink.
That's how it feels and I take it out on you.
Anger and stress, it bubbles inside.

I blow up and burn the ones with the gentle touch
The loving touch, the ones who want the best for me
And I don't even know what I want for myself.

Some days I just want to be left alone.
Other times I pray for you not to be gone.

I'm a mess.
I feel like a burden.
I feel like trouble.
I feel like “the problem we don't talk about.”

You don't say it out loud, but I can read your mind.
Forgive me.
I'm not me now.
I've changed so much in unsubtle ways.
I barely recognize myself these days.



Case of Emergency

Back of the neck pain, but sane.
For how long, when stronger becomes not 
And it turns you inside out
Into someone else, something else

When you can't recognize your eyes
Your hands, your face
When you're not yourself are you okay?

You hope to be back some day

In case of emergency
Break the glass and move out the way



Bio: Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB


3 poems by Rickey Rivers Jr. “Sour Cup of Us” “Living in the Past” “The Thing about Us”

white ceramic mug on white table
Sour Cup of Us
Akin to lemons from a seed
The sourness apt
Therefore we are strained

No bond here, only slices of couple
Two halves lay, a quiet yellow

Mince
Mix it all together
A nice cup, both of us entangled

Can't last much longer, this boil soon steams
We go up together, a half sick dream

Living in the Past

If history has taught me anything
It's that you'd be hated for anything
Beyond norm
Beyond complexion

History goes forward
Only bits change

Brutality is the constant

We pretend
We ignore
We move on

What a constant.

The Thing about Us

That's the thing about us
We will never be one again

That story is long gone.
That right is long wrong.

This book of lies divides.
I thought it truth
No title, just dates.

Every chapter opens eyes wider
The vise around my heart tighter

Tears hit the page
Making life blur

Fears into rage
Does the ink fade?


Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB

A Poetry Feature for Rickey Rivers Jr

Glassy Houses

Pour yourself a glass of eyes.
See how swiftly you move to dramatics?
Saw how slippery you were and used that to slice you open.
Funny how broken we are.
Even our houses are made up of oddities.

Oh, I know how silly it must seem to be who you are yet still – not be seen.
Perceptions are everything and superficial.
Officially be direct.
Stick it to social expectations.
Then you can see yourself in the shards.

Closed Mouth Thoughts

The truth isn’t wanted.
Some prefer a sweet lie.
It’s easy to die.
It’s much harder to try
and convey
how you feel everyday.
Without sense of doubt
you feed a shut mouth.

You Try Hard to Hurt

I am not shocked.
Your behavior doesn’t surprise.

You are watching me walk
away.
Keep the talk.
I won’t listen.

I move in strange rhythms, steady within chaos.
The back stabs don’t hurt anymore.

No fresh wounds, expected, yet pain rejected.

You thought you were clever yet surprise only yourself.

I laugh a lot loudly.
I laugh a lot proudly.

Baby Bird

A baby bird jumped across the grass.

I came so close.

I couldn’t believe it let me.

In the moment of then I wish to return, so close to nature, the beauty of then.

Simplistic moments are to be cherished, remembered.

A baby bird so young and free, hopping from here to there,

allowance of observation, as if knowing I would not interfere.

I did not.

Simply, I enjoyed the hop: a small bit of peace in a chaotic reality.

Anonymous Somebody

To be anonymous and adored, self-esteem has taken hits.
I’m bored.

A cord cutter yet tied to the net.
Lines to you extended contain lies I haven’t wrote yet.
Forgive.

I wrote a lot about the outfitters, the house sitter.
The kid and the carriage I carry.
I’m pretty pitiful.

Don’t pity me though.
I do that enough, a shell of myself in a shell of myself.
Wait!
Don’t go.

I say that a lot.
I shovel the dirt and lie in the grave.
Surely you can see me peeking out from the cave?

From your standing which do you assume?
Am I the bride?
Am I the groom?

Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a Best of the Net nominated writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Brave Voices, Sage Cigarettes and Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Sensurlon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XDHZXHB

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