This doesn’t mean anything
The words aren’t for you to understand
Or smile. Or enjoy
It’s for me
I
Selfish words
Spilling
Because I cant fully spill my heart
Typing so it’s even less personal
Than the greats before me
In ***** sneakers next to Emily
Oh and those old guys sipping tea
Porcelain saucers, and lace
Clash with a hoodie and hidden liquor
Nothing to talk about
Because they are real
And I’m just a poser
I need to be forced into submission
To leave the lazy route
But the words typed flow
Trickle down like a spring in the spring
how repetitive
Eloquent?- I think not
Skills- lacking
But no one is criticizing or critiquing
Just me- alone in a cubby
Hey Emily, wanna come over?
I got an empty seat and a pen with your name
Or would you rather just type?

pollen floating without a flower.
child in the street without a mother.
stray dog without a collar.
the pea rolled off the plate.
the unmatched sock in the drawer.
the lone hair follicle on the brow .
the last leaf on the tree.
me

Bright lights
Red. White.
Red. White
Sirens
Screaming
Red. White.
Anxious. Breathless
Silent-explosion in ones eye
Whirling around your head
Desperate
Tears stream down. Throat closes.
Laying on the ground
Obscure position
Eye lids flicker
Shards of glass and debris
Dirt, modern rubble
Why was I chosen?
Life given, life taken away
Here just for a moment
Particles dispersed into thin air
Into the trees, and the sky, and the innocent
Into the eyes that have no voice, no say
Chosen to be executed by the power above
Because energy is neither created, nor destroyed
Static tv set, flashes a message
Float away, return to the clouds
This recycling is necessary
The lottery, unfair yet supposedly unbiased
Why are one’s tears more valuable than another’s?
Fight the atmosphere
Grip the opponent’s sword
Mightier than steel
Eye lids flicker
Violent ****
Glazed over from the eternal war
Black night victory
Fatigued beyond belief
The little soldiers will surely carry me to their fort with chants
Another day, I shall return
Until then, my chest plate remains
worn yet intact

When she walks past in her loveliness
Do your nostrils twitch and flare ?
Do your senses swell with passion
When you see her standing there ?
Are  you proud to walk quite near her ?
Do you feel you're standing tall ?
Are there any compromises,
Is there any doubt at all ?
Is there joy in your tomorrows,
Do your expectations soar ?
Does she make you feel exalted,
Do you float above the floor ?
Is there magic in the very air
You breath into your chest ?
Are your achievements exceeding
Your considered, very best ?
Do you love her and want her
And worship her smile ?
Would you sacrifice all
To be acknowledged for a while ?

Marshalg
@theBach
12 August 2009