I remember the innocence of childhood,
like one remembers the smell of their mothers' perfume,
I remember that, too,
easy recollections of railroad ties
and the thrill of hiding
at the bottom of a pool,
hastily replaced with the loneliness
of watching the moon rise
from the center of a midnight field,
overtaken by teenage fury,
violent and vengeful for a stolen childhood,
now adults leaving ink footprints
through the new age,
teeming with a different variety of rage,
unwavering and driven,
lamenting on what could have been
~Leaves of Ink 2017~
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
ink from my pen
flows through my veins
just beneath the skin
snaking its way
towards the source
of its maddening chaos
it stains the bones
of my rib cage
seeping into the marrow
it searches
ever yearning
b.z.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
***champagne gleams in starlight
encapsulating souls of the ocean
weave through the coral maze
shades of the setting sun
shoot across the sky
golden eyes engulf a mind so alive***
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
***I long for the soft swaying of the boat,
the calls of howlers nearby, signaling the
oncoming of another heat-ridden shower,
a sweet taste of red wine on my lips
while I watch as he stands on the bow,
the wind brushing hair from his eyes
as the rain begins to trickle down,
a nearby camel rushes for cover
beneath its sturdy shelter, and I wonder
if this is what peace feels like***
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
***my thoughts drift away
to the soft brown hues
of your hair beneath sunlight,
times
when your best friend
was down the hall to the right,
and those
nights
full of laughter
as campfire sparks
singed my hair, secret
moments
where the rumble of your voice
sung in my ear and
your intoxicated bedroom eyes-
I touch your scar and remember
not all scars can be seen, but
the beat of your heart
against my bare skin reminds me
we are not broken souls beneath
twilight stars, but
one soul beating with a singular heart
awaiting the oncoming dawn***
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
radio playing, laughter transforms
into screams, metal crunching and
closing in, a flash of red hair,
or is it blood
the smell of dirt and smoke,
hands pull me from the wreckage,
covered in crimson water that
is not my own
searching eyes and choked shrieks,
where are they, where are-
face-down, still, twisted into
unnatural positions, unconscious,
the deafening screams are my
own, falling to my knees
helpless, seeing red but not in
anger, somewhere an ambulance
arrives, parents and bystanders
watch with unwavering fear
they scream for their mother, and
she is not breathing anymore-
uncontrollable shaking, a breath is
finally taken, but the battle is not won,
rushing, bright lights, tears and mud
staining my cheeks
she can only see shadows, his neck
is broken, another scream, a phone goes
off in the next room, a man in uniform
takes my hand and doesn't let go
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC