A short story
exposed bones

Poetry in motion
skeletal songs

i've found you, my home
let me rest inside your arms
and don't let me go

you’re so fun and colourful

..yes, i know,
im compensating for the dullness inside

yes, i know

sometime mayibe I can do that

In my eyes
The light seems so much brighter
And colors
So much deeper
Your beauty
So much bigger
In my eyes
I can not deny
That you
Honey
In this light
Are so much more pretty
Than any sunset
Any night.

Let's rob a bank
you, me, and a bits of help
call your gang
and the movie-man

let's throw all blacks
and wear some masks
maybe then they won't trace us
from the blurry vision of the gas

let's run and laugh
hit the ground and won't back down
hold each other's hands
while chased down by the red-blue lights

let's take the money
and throw the bag in the back of a shack
and we can have an adventure pack
in the middle of the sack

hey you,
let's rob a bank

Oh yeah,
I've still got poetry

You are my delayed dream
waiting to occur
on a merrier October night

My heart aches
for you
but you are
nowhere to be found
So I will put pen to paper
and write of my love
if you return too late
you can read my last words

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

Being unable
To tear the stench
Of the layers of seduced affection
.
I myself
Burnt in flame of love.

Alone in the wood,
A littered river flows ahead.
Smoke, like silver lightening,
Spark memory's dread.

Like a fruitless tree
Shamed and uprooted,
I'm unholy sanctum
For Human Woodpeckers.

My wood is all I have.
Unbarked by the airy, sharp, monosyllabic
Pecks of my half-beloveds,
My heart shrivels.

Fire, cigarettes, and smoke,
Friends and lovers. Inanimately
Present for me.
Cackling, kindling, dead Bark.

My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.

I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.

The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched...

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost years ago
To the cancer in her body
Her ashes spread in the sea
Resting where she loved

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost way too young
The water too deep for her
Stuffed animals on the alter
Two years wasn’t enough

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

He was lost last week
When he fell too far
Only eighteen years
Sister said “see you soon”

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost long ago
Her heart beat blocked
A daughter, a sister, a niece
Just SMiLe, you’ll be okay

I’m tired of people dying

unless we are talking of autumn the gold

time which comes gentler with occasional winds

and related sweeping



autumn comes softly so

we fall

Sunshine guides my vision

away from the shadow play
of giant cottonwoods and maples,
as a north breeze gently unsettles
them. Clumps of swaying branches.

Shadows, like portrait paintings,
fall onto the pavement. Such marvel.
I must write about it -- an ode
to darkness, yin to the sun’s yang.

But soon I see the face of Pablo Neruda.
Wise, whimsical, a piercing gaze.
Of the ode, he is all-knowing. I follow
the sunshine back -- today, empty-handed.

I thought
My long wait is over,
The solution found
I need no longer pay heed
To the approaching footfalls
Nor listen to the old songs
Or stories often told;
Now,
A voice, loud and clear,
Asks me to retrace my steps
And commence the beginning
That began with me.

today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.

We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

Just love me
I don’t need much else

~aquilla~

I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer