The liquor is warm
feels like you're hugging me
It's just the poison
racing through my bloodstream

Anything to numb the pain
inside my heart
Never enough drugs to maintain
so I play the part.....
(Unfinished)
© Kimberly S Wenz 10/7/2016

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Peyton place crazy
Saturday morning sidewalk lazy
Rumors wrapped in crocheted gossip
Cross-stitched lies & quilted alibis

Church potluck disguise
Whispered words of judgement
Dressed up in pretty advice
Behind manicured nails
False eyelashes hide their eyes

With fake compassion, Snickers and frowns from the "holier than thous"
Who warm the pews, dressed in the finest as they look down at the lowest
Weakest in this small town..

As the preacher winks At his brother's wife, the same one he was with last night. While praying screaming about wrong & right.
Nobody sees, blinded by the logs in their own eyes.

Sheriff smokes his weed for his arthritic knee
yet arrests the addict on bended knee
Begging please 🙏
Hypocrisy and perfect attendance
But I doubt they know our names

The homeless, the addicts, the suicidal, the depressed, the orphans.
Well Jesus knows their names
And that my friends is the Greatest fame....
© Kimberly S Wenz 3/9/24

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Peyton place crazy
Saturday morning sidewalk lazy
Rumors wrapped in crocheted gossip
Cross-stitched lies & quilted alibis

Church potluck disguise
Whispered words of judgement
Dressed up in pretty advice
Behind manicured nails
False eyelashes hide their eyes

With fake compassion, Snickers and frowns from the "holier than thous"
Who warm the pews, dressed in the finest as they look down at the lowest
Weakest in this small town..

As the preacher winks At his brother's wife, the same one he was with last night. While praying screaming about wrong & right.
Nobody sees, blinded by the logs in their own eyes.

Sheriff smokes his weed for his arthritic knee
yet arrests the addict on bended knee
Begging please 🙏
Hypocrisy and perfect attendance
But I doubt they know our names

The homeless, the addicts, the suicidal, the depressed, the orphans.
Well Jesus knows their names
And that my friends is the Greatest fame....
© Kimberly S Wenz 3/9/24

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Numb
In the morning shower I am reborn Never cleansed
Still wearing tattoos of last night's sins

Dizzying regrets
Hungover, half remembering
Blurry flashbacks
Karaoke tone deaf singing
Who have I become?
All I want is Numb

Nauseous from
The same ole song Same Ole charade Same sad ending Never redeeming
This grief inside of me
Hungover half remembering

Endless cycles Reruns rewinding Recycling bad memories
on and on repeating
As once again another night begins

Liquor so warm it feels like you're hugging me
It's just the poison racing through my bloodstream
You're still forever gone
And I'm still eternally alone
Hungover half remembering
©Kimberly S Wenz 9/13/2022

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He was young in years & physique
But his mind was older than she
Genuis - stimulating
conversation they composed
As they set and talked incessantly
About this and that and everything
As if they'd known each other in an Era long ago... before this century or even the one before.

Interrupting implicitly, so little time
To pick, prod and dissect
checkmate the other mind

Arrowhead hunting in frozen water, picture-perfect memories
From a cold yet waterfall wishes
Of fairytale kisses
Made this ordinary boring day
Something to remember for years
Decades far away
©Kimberly S Wenz 3/9/24

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He was young in years & physique
But his mind was older than she
Genuis - stimulating
conversation they composed
As they set and talked incessantly
About this and that and everything
As if they'd known each other in an Era long ago... before this century or even the one before.

Interrupting implicitly, so little time
To pick, prod and dissect
checkmate the other mind

Arrowhead hunting in frozen water, picture-perfect memories
From a cold yet waterfall wishes
Of fairytale kisses
Made this ordinary boring day
Something to remember for years
Decades far away
©Kimberly S Wenz 3/9/24

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To a Boy I used to Know

There once was a boy who loved me many years ago
40 years or so
but little did I know
for I was a child and he was a child
even though
He still proposed
With a diamond ring he found in a backyard full of snow..
I never said yes nor did I say no...
We grew as children do
Separate lives separate states,
Different dreams, different fates
Forks in a broken road
I took the one less traveled
Now as I reminisce on what might of been if only if
We'd braved just one kiss

© Kimberly S. Wenz 2/28/24







reminisce I want might have been but not a matter of this or only if s

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Everybody says
They want to help me
In my tragic time of need
Yet, What price security?
A comfortable feeling of safety
A home or just a room of my own
Peaceful, tranquility?

He said he's my cousin
It's his duty to protect me
Oh please, just another perverted wolf
In scriptures clothing
Trying to get laid,
Double blood at that..

79 year old male cousin
Gave me his basement apartment
For a day or two until he saw
I was not for sale
Tears and unpacked boxes paved my way
Somewhere else...

Back to the lesser of the evils
Daydreaming in my temporary locked bedroom for a place of my own
Where my integrity is not stepped on
And my significance as a human being
Matters to someone
Even if it's only me and my poetry..
© Kimberly Wenz 8/19/2023

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She's a good Mama
Flying through this life with
Invisible wings...
She's prayed through ,and through
Too many worrisome nights
Wondering if her children are even alive
Done the best she could
Maybe loved them too much, too good

Son in prison, wrongful conviction
18 years now on & off
She rarely sees him

Daughter lost, battling demons
Angels fighting for her
This is the hardest of seasons
Grandson on his way
to the same place
Same desolate cell
Same bad decisions
The devil fights more for
Those who truly love the Lord
Fall on your knees in prayer
Strongest weapon against the slayer
This Mama is still fighting with battered
Heart She's still smiling
Through the pain. The tears , the trying
Just to save her babies from truly dying
©Kimberly S Wenz 8/4/2023

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Goodbye cruel world!
Goodbye mediocre life!
For you were never really mine
Stolen by a sweaty deviant mind
In the middle of the longest night...

When I was only 3, so many possibilities happy and carefree, so loving til He
Like a thief , came sneakily snakelike
Into the sanctity of my barbie doll room
Took the "Me" that used to be
A traitor to the title he "proudly"
Accepted on Mama's wedding day
My new daddy - her saving grace
I haven't been alive since that night
Just a shadow girl, stumbling clumsily
Through this virtual world..

Forcing smiles, chitchat to fit in
But, I died a long long time ago
October 9th, 1973 death of a child
Without a funeral or a grave
Zombielike I pretend
I'm fine, I'm great,
I'm of no real matter
Of great consequence...
© Kimberly S Wenz 8/3/23

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