Endings like beginnings are not always apparent,
in the moment the eye blinks and the landscape changes.
Had I known would I have lingered in the space
just to feel the edges of it all soften and fade?
I am the mist, seen but for a moment and gone
into the dark sky that has been pressing it face against my window,
forever waiting to inhale me back to the edge of creation
into a past that was so recently present.
I cannot rewrite the chapters from before,
they are permanently printed and must remain unedited.
Each word was written with a single breath, a testament
that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
I crack that ****** spine
with the deftness of a pro.
The scent of her potential wafts
into the deepest recesses of my brain.
It's enough for only a moment,
a cursory glance at the supine sides
already becoming supple beneath
my nimble fingers as I push the edges wide.
The anticipation is beyond containment
as I lie back on soft pillows and take
a sip of wine. There is no point of return
the weight of my deed is filled with guilty pleasure.
And I sigh...
I gently remove the cover and peer
hungrily upon her bold delicious title
and we begin our journey together,
I turn the pages, and she, tells me her story.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Her voice echoed in eternity.
While blood spattered from that small body
On that notebook
Lying on the floor
Imprinting red palms on it.
She heard them call out
To the Almighty
From the foggy little distant mosque
She offered a prayer
For the future
A bright one..
For the children of God
For the mothers who bore them
Who don't have to wipe their own tears
Where she could live for a hundred more years
For their childhood
The one spent..
Looking at a misty sunset
That tastes like hope
And feels like a dream
With a privilege of coming true.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
I found myself in the hollow
Painting pictures of you
With no color and all the memory
A film with audio cut
Silently grab my hands
Trusting knives for fingertips
Show me how how to feel again
Painting this backdrop
Of the darkroom we hide in
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
~
Within the raindrops calling,
to believe this message true
Now drenching from the skies above,
my every dream of you
To carry me along my way,
wherever I may go
Clouds may gather overhead,
still I love you so
The sun has gone to hiding,
I stand here unafraid
For love shall paint this dreary view
and bring it back today
No matter what the weather
I dance among the rain
As hours turn to minutes,
to hold you close again
I splash amongst the puddles
which form along the street
I swim in the affection of
this love you send to me
Now shouting to the heavens
between the drops above
Bring upon me what you will
for I have found her love
Lightning bolts nor thunder
shall my heart deter
Living for each moment
I now spend with her
So bring your scattered showers,
your wind so laced with chill
For her love lives within my heart
and it forever will
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
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to infinitely
soar•in the highest
of skies•always higher,
and always more•held back by
the string that ties•i'd still welcome
hale air•as it blows stunningly
fresh•meets and carries my
body bare•bearing invi-
sible treasures in its
cache...•the errant
breeze i'd openly
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
I am your Dystopian girl
got a black leather vest
here at the bottom of the world,
wearing shades so I can't see the decline.
I stand in the dark and wait for nothing
under this rusted and broken street lamp.
Heat from crowded streets and hustling alleys
keeps the blood moving in my veins for now.
Lament if you need, cry if you want
buy into the creed, it's Dystopia baby
that we made by hand with our friends
we like to call misery and disease.
We're always looking for a hero
to step up to the plate but the
early bird special is apathy baked.
It's Dystopia baby, wake up and smell the decay.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I find my mother in the strawberry field
Not far from the river, kneeling in the dirt
the sun beats down her back
gray hair ruffling in a hot wind
It hasn’t rained in a month
and the earth is an old woman’s face,
cracked with longing
I kneel beside her, our hands on the dusty earth
This earth that she has dug every spring
kneeled upon every summer
Barefoot and sun burnt, plucking ripe red fruit
For pies and jams
Juice-stained lips and tired backs
My mother and her mother, on the porch
Sipping Sherry in sunsets of July’s and Augusts, year after year
Comparing blisters, freckles, wrinkles, lives
Buckets of strawberries overflowing in the kitchen sink
This year the strawberries are withered
***** red raisins on my tongue
That taste bitter and sharp
I watch my mother, keening softly on the ground
Her heart peeled open and raw
I whisper to her, The dead don’t live very far away
Her swollen grey eyes search the field across the river
As if she expects to see Grandma standing there
Waving, mouthing soundless words on the air
I know when it’s her turn to change worlds, it will be me,
Kneeling here, in the sun’s bright assault
My own daughter by my side,
Witness to this grief,
Her soft, comforting voice, telling me,
The dead don’t live very far away.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
~
The Snow Queen waved her magic wand,
the skies they grew so dark
Clouds moved in without a sound
as shadows did embark
~
Two happy lovers walked along,
they felt a chill blow in
He wrapped his arms around her soft
to keep her warm with him
~
The scenery was beautiful
with geese upon the lake
The scent of pine and winter breeze,
they saw the first snow flake
~
Then the sky was filled with more
ice crystals floating down
They marveled at the wondrous sight
now white upon the ground
~
She stared up at the heavens fair
in circles she did spin
He followed every move she made
as fun would soon begin
~
A thousand little snowflakes white
were falling from the sky
A perfect winter wonderland
about them it did fly
~
And then he saw her do it,
just like when they were young
She tried to catch a falling flake
right there upon her tongue
~
He chased the flurries with her,
their laughter could be heard
The neighbors out across the lake
said not a single word
~
Except to only wonder
why laughter they did hear
When snow was steady falling
and winter sure was here
~
Then they saw these lovers
running hand in hand
Catching snowflakes on their tongues,
now they understand
~
They heard him saying something
yet it was hard to hear
Because these two were far away,
not so very near
~
The Snow Queen she was smiling,
looking at these two
She knew it’d make them happy,
this magic she did do
~
When then she saw him staring,
a wink came from his eye
For he was saying thank you
to the Snow Queen in the sky
~
Now every time its winter
these two just look above
Sending her a message,
floating on their love
~
With beauty all around them
and snow geese on the pond
The Queen will grant their every wish
and wave her magic wand
~
And when the snow is falling
so fresh and oh so new
Between the laughter you might hear
him tell her, I love you
~
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
She was Bordeaux;
full bodied with a dark
fruity scent, fermenting
more each day as
life pressed out
her sweet essence.
Her mouth, a worn out
label of words, never
deciphered , silenced
by ordinary men; she
had always been
their best kept secret.
The hourglass girl
keeping time
in measured gulps;
drop dead red
had always been her color.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC