I climbed onto the shed roof
To be closer to the moon.
I wanted to feel everything.
I was greedy, I burst with desire
To have the stars, the brightness,
Even the dull glow of the streetlamp.
I wanted each grey shadow
On the face of the moon.
I jumped
From the shed, from a wall.
I thought I would fly.
But I landed so hard that the
Bones in my feet hurt.
The ground, it was as hard
As the faces of passers-by.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
She watched the apples from her window,
The way they clung to the branches grimly
When the wind blew, making them shiver.
Yet retaining their blush, as if to say
Look at me, and my innocence
She waited for the autumn eagerly,
They swelled importantly, but she knew
That the end was creeping closer,
A gentle touch could make them fly
And land with an honest thud and cracked skin.
Once she put her hand to impassive glass,
As if she wanted to save them.
For all their simpering arrogance,
She didn't like to see them in pain.
Weeping as time coated them in mould.
She bore witness to their disorderly end,
Spilled beneath the tree that birthed them
Like discarded marbles. She would've saved them,
But thought there was little point.
They always grew again, every year.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC