inside-out freshies!
BEST DAY EVER
'nough said.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
These eyes are blinded by
music that vibrates
leaving the soul to guide us
into a soft tranquility.
My heart screams out
and my smile is loud!
Enter the tune
the tune of rude
the tune to any ear.
Let the music take control
until you stop...
and everyone dances
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Sitting in the Vegas airport
8 hours
waiting on standby without that nagging voice saying my name
8 hours
deprived of a cigarette.
My lungs are burning
my soul is begging
to taste that sweet cancerous nectar
I have grown to crave.
Distracted.
You.
Not over the age of nine.
Gliding through patrons with your hands outstretched
tickling the lilies in the field of your mind.
Clueless to the stress of the airport
unaware of the bells and whistles coming from the destruction of homes
in the form of slot machines.
Without a care.
Your over-weight drunk of a mother shoves your next meal into a pointless attraction
in hopes of a hot tub you wont be allowed in.
Without a care.
No, you're not bothered by the
crying baby
******** couple.
No, you don't notice the nauseating tension of 500 strangers
trapped in a room releasing a stank of
body odor
restlessness
distancing dreams.
500 strangers worried about
work
money
pursuit of material possessions.
No, not you.
You're worried about the sun on your face
the grass between your toes.
Chasing butterflies around the chair spruce
while dodging zombies
blind to the playground you've imagined.
Hold on to that imagination
creativity
innocence
that years of
school work
parenting
American dream
will surely try to destroy.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Dry dust touches my lips as the very essence of my soul slips away into the darkness.
Wind tangles my hair as happiness becomes a distant memory.
Tears shimmer on my cheek as I whisper "I love you" one last time.
Although I do not share your beliefs, I take out a crumbled up parchment with Corinthians 5:1 and begin to read aloud...
Finished I look up to catch your mother's gaze.
Her eyes soft and piercing.
She has been crying fro days.
She doesn't blink, doesn't speak.
And I know exactly what she is saying.
It is my fault we are lowering your body into the earth.
It is my fault we will never see you smile again.
It is my fault...
Gasping for air I turn to leave.
Trembling more with every step.
It is my fault...
Finally out of sight I collapse.
Silently screaming your name.
It is my fault...
Never should I have left.
Never should I have gone.
It is my fault...
I should have answered.
I should have called.
It is my fault.
Dear Sister.
It is my fault.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC