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 Oct 2014 paper boats
Ann Beaver
Chairs stacked high
My flower
I chose you
In a hasty gaze
I fit
A puzzle together
By cutting
Away the pieces
That don't fit
Sit with this
Feeling that I'm not a person
I wonder if they notice
 Oct 2014 paper boats
baby
Watts
 Oct 2014 paper boats
baby
I am just
Massive corroded batteries
Inside an electric fence
Turned on
Overused fluids and
Exposed wires

Rolling blackouts
Security breach
Franklin and Tesla and Edison
A backbreaking craft
Destroyed without protection or
High voltage

Floodlights on, flickering
Always blinding, green.
Plugged into
An oil slick
Atomic energy
To power the borders

But throw one switch
A primitive word
The prison is powerless
The wires short circuit

The guards
are all
Electrocuted.
 Oct 2014 paper boats
baby
Guru
 Oct 2014 paper boats
baby
Teacher who gave up on me
Show me
How to walk again
If I drink the peroxide
Will it open the windows
You and I
We stay up late
Scheming things
Finally alive and
None of them will happen
First things first
The tower has to stand up straight
Like you should be
The linoleum is dusty
And I am here
Despondent
Red hair and white hands
I put the key into the lock
To find the tumblers changed
Paint the glass
Sing the songs to make the
Wooden walls swell
Like the thunderstorm that hit
Just as hard as I did
Every image in my skull
Makes me want to tear
The mice apart
More and more
Day in and day out
I wonder what the sting feels like
A mouthful of formaldehyde
Faulty wiring
Where is the back door
Where will you fly to
Fly
The open air is the only home
But none of us
Can ever reach
What does it mean
To ask the questions this late
After the horses are out
I closed the gate
And set the barn ablaze
Waiting for some moon
To tell me what belongs where
I can't spot the tarmac
Spelling
Spilling
All of this upon the wooden floor
Bleach it
Stain it
Make it into something
That stands taller
Than the grass on Sunday
I can't take the weight
Of these sciences
The ache
Of these eyelids
The bees in my head
Are too ******* loud
And the way your knees bend
Between my teeth
Half hearted
Half awake
Dizzy comes
As dizzy goes
"Every cloud has a silver lining"
I wonder if I could pry it out
and see if it's kiss makes the red blossom
like I so crave?

"better" doesn't mean "good"

"it's been a while" doesn't mean "never again"

are we ever truly cured?
Things have had me thinking.
this* is the world we live in?
really?
when eating a sandwich
or not even
when holding a sandwich
can give you sixteen shots
when getting down on your knees
gives you a shot through the head
what the ****.

God had the right idea.
He should have drowned us all.
You have covered your tracks
And were ridiculously efficient about it.
Therefore, I cannot send you to court
And get the justice that I deserve
But when you get all old and grey
I will not pretend to hurt.
If you put a gun to your head
And blow out all your brains
I will not act as though
I feel any pain.
Should you take a handful of pills somewhere along the way
I would not be surprised, dear
But from me, you would not see a tear
If you were to stop your heart from beating
With a dagger and a pen
I would not agonize over your loss but, rather
Be more at ease instead.
So should your life be taken tonight
Do me a favor, **** your memory too
But should you remain living, sweetie
I'd rather die than be with you.
 Oct 2014 paper boats
Jack
~

I sit on this lonely hillside,
a faint crescent moon smiles
in the silent sky
Gazing across the valley,
finding darkness as the village sleeps
Yet as if a beacon of hope,
a lone light in your window glows
and I wonder if your midnight thoughts ~
are of me
~
Standing at my window,
gazing at the stars
I see new constellations
lining up like arrows in the night sky,
all of them point to you
The crescent moon is smiling
as though it too knows where my heart belongs
My eyes follow the river outside my window,
as it flows in your direction,
carrying thoughts of you
~
I fade off as my imagination
floats me atop a slumbering tree line
soft branches guide me
along the curves of a shadowed river bank
Gently I come to rest outside your window,
mesmerized by beauty as your enchanting eyes
reflect the star laced heavens
An autumn chill finds me and I long to fold
into the comfort of your October caress
~
The wood in the fireplace
cracks and sizzles
I feel its ribbons of warmth
gathering, wrapping around me
like a lover's warm embrace
stirring those feelings in my heart
the longing for you,
to stop and to stay
the next time your journey
brings you my way
~
Enchanting flames flicker, illumining my path,
a nervous sensation engulfs my body
as only a heart deeply in love can,
when the door opens, you smile,
melting me where I stand
Soothing arms pull me in and we kiss,
passion evolves in star dust shimmers...
My eyes again open...I still sit this lonely hillside,
imagination fading with the light in your window
and I wonder if your midnight dreams ~ will be of us

Gently I close the curtains and
move away from the window
I stoke the fire,
its soothing heat
settling upon my face
my face, a smile flickering
as the embers of my heart glow anew
with thoughts of you, us
I glance deeply into my longing dreams
All things I need,
lead to you and me,
*together
A collaboration with my beautiful and talented friend Ana Sophia. She sure does make me look good.
 Oct 2014 paper boats
Peashoot
Mother loves, nurtures, feeds & cares,
Father protects - his home he shares.
Sister & brothers we eventually shed in exchange for friends and lovers, dancing together, love, fight, work, we unknowingly guide one another.

Moving swiftly through our lives the dance speeds up an increasing tide.
Driven on beyond our control, fate chooses for us new patterns, new steps, quick steps, slow ..... & like the seasons,
....... those familiar colours, beats, harmonies, for whatever reason,
quietly slip away to begin again a brand new day..... elsewhere.

Just as shiny Pebbles tossed upon an open shore, we sit and await our new  direction, then as if by magic once again our hands are taken as he or she commands our gaze,  they're born fresh faced and ready to rock n' roll - and if were lucky lift us gently from our once murky lonesome hole .
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