Absolutely astonishing (and amusing) is the aftermath of this
Bonanza, beyond baptism. Blackened, broken and bleeding,
Corpses collapsed copiously, carelessly
Disrespected down to the depths of their deaths, now dreaming,
Enticed, ever in eternity.
Funny is this funeral of fibs fabricated from unfaithfulness.
Ghosts gaining the Grave's grand greeting,
Happy to hoard the
Infested, incommensurable, inacceptable,
Jaded and jinxed,
Kind of kin who kept
Lies lingering, leading on their lover.
My mirror mentions memories,
Narratives knitted with needles
Obtaining obsessive obscurity,
Painted with pillars of impurity,
Querried by the quaint quadruped,
Reassured of rest and relinquishment.
Sorry now is the sayer but
Time ticks tactfully.
Ugly is the untruthful, of the utmost unimportance,
Vexed and vulnerable,
Without a widow in the world,
Xenon exemplifying,
Yellow bellied,
Anti-zenith czar.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
I want to climb inside your head
and take a walk.
Your lips say its empty but I too well
its filled with everything.
I want to find the “nothing,” you say.
To find where the demons live
and stay the night.
Have dinner with them and learn their names.
Leave the next morning, knowing they’ll be okay.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
O why hello! A bird sits upon the
Ledge. He says to me, “Do not worry, friend,
I am here, let us chat.” So we converse,
The feathery friend and I, and as we
Chat walks by a cat and joins. He come from
The east and leave toward the west. “Goodbye
Our friend,” I and Bird say. He will return
Tomorrow and the next day and again.
O sweet holy grail from which I sip
My bliss. You are but the one thing I find
In this house full of packed up ugly crates.
I have no need of other things but my
Great cup of Christ; never empty from me.
My friends will be gone. God, don’t let this cup
Pass from me. I speak with no one in this
Small, young-peopled, loud spirited, crazed town.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
That sound we make when noses itch inside.
We breathe in deeply, shut eyes, noses hide.
The squeal, "AH CHOO!" sounding like loud trains.
"Bless you," and "Thank you," our friends and we say.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
She dresses all in shades of reds and blues
She cries the world grey
Cold and dark, her heart is fire.
Her mood evolves every day.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Sometimes, I wonder.
I wonder if the people of this world
Appreciate anything.
Appreciate what they have.
Appreciate what they see. What they hear. What they sense.
I wonder if people that are more Fortunate than I
Appreciate what they are able to Experience.
They can Experience the things that I cannot
and I wonder if they take those Experiences for granted.
I wonder if they Appreciate them as I would.
Because you can bet money that I most certainly would.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
I am the kind of girl to grow up listening to The Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel in the car.
I am the kind of girl that went on vacation to her grandparents' house every summer.
I am the kind of girl that reads books in her spare time.
I am the kind of girl that will turn the other cheek when life gets rough, and accept the path she's taken.
I am the kind of girl who, when younger, used to have tea parties with her teddy bears on the bedroom floor.
I am the kind of girl who cries when she laughs too hard.
I am the kind of girl who can make a stranger feel like family.
I am the kind of girl that will escape to her own world when left alone in her room.
I am the kind of girl that talks in her sleep.
I am the kind of girl who records her dreams in a journal, to relive them in life.
I am the kind of girl who watches the scenery on a road trip, instead of using technology to pass the time.
I am the kind of girl that would wait for the first star of night to come out, so she could make a wish.
I am the kind of girl who hugs her pillow while she sleeps.
I am the kind of girl that lives her life with meaning, greeting each day, instead of wishing it would end sooner.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
You make my heart flutter
Your eyes dance like the sun
You can make my heart melt
I can tell you're the one.
But my heart is torn in two
When you are with another
Girl you have begun to charm.
I dreamt of us together.
Blood rushes to my cheeks
My body fiercely shakes
You don't even notice
When my fragile heart breaks.
So I turn my head away
Knowing your love is gone
Not quite ready to accept
That you have now moved on.
In the future, I meet him
Again my heart starts to pound
He loves me more than you did
My world is turned back around.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC