chapbooks with poetry and prose by kuypers

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Chapter 18

Chapbook by Janet Kuypers

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sometimes the light

Sometime the understanding
Travels into the realms of the unknown
All we can do is hope
””search
””dream
Because we will never find.
Sometimes the light is not enough.

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like daggers

I can’t think of anything else.
””like daggers
””speeding
””slicing the air
the thoughts race through my mind.
I can’t help but think
””of his stunning eyes
””his sensitive touch
””my weakness.
How he’s torn my life in two.

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you once so confidently

I found you at the pool hall
with your excuses for friends
taking a drag from your filtered cigarette
I don’t even think you inhaled
I hurled my anger at you
the flames from my eyes struck you
but your sculpted hair wasn’t even singed
and you remained as cool
as you imagined yourself to be
and as I turned away
and stormed toward the swinging door
the deafening silence was broken
by a feeble cough
I looked back and saw you
and immobile emotionless statue
with beads of sweat running down your forehead
as I cocked my head
I closed my eyes
and the flames I once hurled were extinguished
as quickly as the cigarette
you once so confidently smoked

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sobering

I must admit
that there’s a definite proportion
with how good you look
and how much alcohol I’ve consumed
yes you are important to me
too important
and I think that scares me
for I don’t care what you say
but the only person
I can lean on
is myself
and I don’t want to frighten you
with my coldness
but I’ve been hurt
too many times before
and I’m sure as Hell
gonna try to stop it
from happening again
I’ve had to realize
that you can’t be my crutch
yes
I do care about you
too much
it is unhealthy
for when we go our separate ways
and I know we will
it will kill me
I know that you love me
and I know that you want to protect me
but I need to know
if there are other people
who care for me as well
I am not an animal
in a cage
and I have a life to lead
I know I’m being cold
but it’s what I have to do
call it a defense mechanism
call it sobering up

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robert

I stand in a room full of strangers
leaning against a wall
a wallflower
but I was content with knowing no one
with knowing you

beer glass in hand
you introduce me to
the vast assortment of drunken fools
you call your friends
and I stand there
merely happy to be by your side
a stranger
intoxicated to the point of being comatose
tells me I’m pretty
but I really don’t care
because I have you
you are all I need
as the rest of the party imbibes to no end
and you take yourself
down the road to oblivion
I stay leaning
leaning against the wall
and I watch
you sing a song with your buddies
laugh at the stupidest jokes
eat dog food
and I keep thinking
that this was all I needed to be happy
you seemed to be
all that mattered in the world to me
how was I to know
that I was leaning against the wall
because you gave me no support

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Write It Again

I sat there
in the shade
a took
a stuck
I wrote
you name
in the ground
preacher says
the number one
sin is lust
than I am
condemned
to Hell
for
I
want
you
and I
don?t care
what
preacher says
for if
the elements
wash away
you name tonight
I will
be back
tomorrow
to write it
again.

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irony

The wretched irony becomes apparent.
You twitch and climb through the entangling web
””crawl through the intricate maze
to learn that you will never reach the end
but a terrifying minotaur
only the center
the heart
where the most horrifying evil preys
the towering walls grow arms
an infinite sum of groping
overpowering arms
there is nowhere to run and hide
as the walls stretch taller touching the sky
they creak and move closer
while the arms reach and pull you
the tentacles grab you
and try to destroy you
the sky turns a deep dark black
an infinite black
there is no hope
the solid ground begins to melt
as the blades of grass become sharpened knives
cutting
slicing
the treacherous teeth of the animal below
suck you down
and consume you
there is nowhere to go but forward
as you write in agony
go forward
forward
with the only hope
that soon the monstrous insidious nightmare
the desperation
the pain
will end

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religion

"We do expect you to marry someone
who shares in your beliefs,"
the man groaned
as he looked at you and said,
"and that means you too, Joe."
But tell me this:
when you look into my eyes,
do you want to look away?

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nights

If I have to -
””I’ll put on the mask
””I’ll play the game
””the facade
Oh, I’ll do it -
””I’ll go through the motions
””I’ll live with the lies
””the fantasy world.
Just to spend my nights with you.

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the nightmare

The chain lock snapped
as the voices poured out
that filled my brain with death.
the bespattered remains
of what could be called
my inflated ego
clung to the curtains
that were stained with rain
and dripped from the bed sheets
onto the champagne stained
carpet.

I only wanted to surprise you
as my tears dripped down ice
and my screams were only
blocked by a blank stare.
I never like that carpet anyway.

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john

at the other side of the room
I look through the cigarette smoke
the roar of conversation
and the dim lights
I look at his face
but I no longer see John
I have dreamt and envisioned
a God-like figure
I have imagines his sensitivity
and his thoughtfulness
I have felt his hands
caress my skin
his lips meet mine
he has held me
one thousand times
and protected me
I have rehearsed our moments
together in my mind
the moments I have created
the candlelight dinners
the dancing
the loving
while never knowing him more
than across a crowded room
the music blares
as I look over my shoulder
between the empty faces
and see his image
laughing
smiling
conversing with friends
my eyes flare with envy
I wonder why
he is not with me
but I know
the face across the room
is no longer John
it is a door to a dream
that will never
come to life

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touch

the lust
her lips quiver anxiously
she wants
desperately
the craving
the longing
the yearning
is no longer contained
His eyes fixed
in a trance-like gaze
the erotic fantasies
the passion
the obsession
his burning
torrid
appetite is released
Her heart quickens
as her breath becomes
a pant
sensual
sexual
she is ravenous with need
His hand moves
his anticipation climaxes
salacious
lecherous
his muscles tense with
excitement
the cyprian
lurid desires
the heat
the fire
they cannot hold back
he touches her

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the Hand

the Hand
the unknown Hand
i’m frightened
trembling
shaking
i move
toward it
the Hand
the mystery
entangles me
spins my mind
curiosity
attraction
undying
i move
closer
shivering
afraid
i need
the love
i feel
the lust
the Hand
i fear
but i
must know
i need
to learn
the pain
the cry
i scream
i need
i want
i take
a step
emotion
i’m wild
i’m no longer
human
i need
i want
the Hand
it reaches out
for mine.

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love poem

You are the air I breathe.
””you enwrap me
””you consume me
””your words
””your eyes tear through me
Life is not I, but we.
I want you here tonight.
””I won’t fight it
””I can’t hide it
””there’s nothing
””to subside it
I know that this is right.
I can’t wait for the time
””please just hold me
””please just kiss me
””please just tell me
””that you’ll miss me
When I can say you’re mine.

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rendering me

the heat
the fire
burning my skin
red
hot
stripping me
rendering me
defenseless

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the tears

the tears
””burn like fire
””streaming down my face
””i feel the heat
the tears
””cut like knives
””tearing up my skin
””i feel the pain
the tears
””they hurt me so much
””they kill me
””but i have no choice

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oh mother

perspiration
muscles tense
bring it all
in to the ground
resistance
fight the senses
keep control
as the energy
slowly escapes
from the pores
of your body
anxiety
frustration
you can’t run away
you can’t escape
the pressure
the conflict
breath quickening
heart beating
faster and
faster
shake and
shiver
the trauma
too great
the exhaustion
you can’t
give in
but you must
so you collapse
at the stress
and let
the shovels
throw the dirt
over your
head

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this may sound

I don’t know
this may sound silly
but every night
just before
I’m about to sleep
I think of you
and when I
turn out the light
and crawl into my
empty bed
a piece of me feels
missing
I don’t know
what it is
but I feel a hole
right about where
my heart is
when I have to
lay there
night after night
all alone
when I am with you
I feel as if
I am complete
I feel as if
nothing in the
world matters
when you’re
holding my hand
with your
heart near me
then I can sleep
and then I
fall into my
empty bed
and I feel the
hole again
burning through
my heart
and I wish
I didn’t feel
so alone
and I wish
the hole would
just go away

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there I sit

there I sit
I sit alone
separated
isolated
away from my only love
my obsession
I pull out
a fountain pen
I look
at the lines
the contours
of his face
defining
the piercing
eyes
the pointed
nose
the tender
lips
I feverishly
draw
I sketch
I capture
his image
I stare
I gaze
I memorize his every detail
but he never looks back
so I will draw
until my
fountain pen
runs dry

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How could I not love you

In hysterics, we danced as we
crashed the Chinese New Year’s Ball.
You taught me how to waltz.
Blushing, I listened
to your best friend ask me
if you were opening up sexually.
I told him there was no problem.
I remember when we filled
the prophecy of your horoscope
by sharing champagne at the
fireplace at the end of the week.
We even toasted marshmallows.
Nervous, I stood in the amphitheater
and serenaded you.
I’m sure I sang off key, but
you said you loved my voice.
You gave me a long-stemmed rose
when you made me dinner,
when we went downtown,
when you came back from church.
I kept those roses.
Teeth chattering, we sat on a tire
and kissed at the playground at
midnight.
It was bitter cold, but I didn’t care.
The thought of you
puts a sparkle in my eye
and I can’t help but smile
whenever I see you.
How could I not love you?

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ice cubes

I wondered if you’d have the patience
to wait for the ice cubes to melt
in time they will
as you sat next to me
head hanging down
you swirled your cocktail glass
the ice cubes crashed with one another
and beads of sweat dripped from the rim
all I could do was sit there
shoulders back
eyes fixed in the wall
I’m sorry
Did I give you too many ice cubes
you asked for them

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When I Am Weak

There are many times when I am weak
My poor legs can no longer endure
I start to fall
I search for something to hold on to
and usually I find something to lean on
until I am no longer weak
But there are times when there is
nothing for me to
grab on to
I feel lost
I continue to fall
But then I see you
You extend your arm and uncurl your
fingers
You reach out to me and give me support
You help me becone strong again

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I Cannot Love

my eyes
no longer see
I close them
my hands
are numb
I no longer feel
my heart
is cold
I cannot love

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