Melody

Melody Mar 2014

She
points her
toes in the shoe
until the crease scars.
She won't fall until the script
says to do so.
Breathe.
Pause.
Now
Fall.

The
doll models
the Pas De Quatre
buried within act two.
Toes fall and up and jump
and flow.

She
recites the
moves in a secret
Diary of Dance:Swan Lake.
Breathe.
Pause.
Now
Fall.
Breathe.
Get up.
Smile.
Bow.
Now
cry.

Thank you for reading. Please tell me what you think.

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Melody Jul 2013

With Death We Do Not Want

Children running towards such greatness,
Adults slowly backing away to much darkness.
As we began to breathe we thought
such light was beautiful; as we start to age
we do nothing but think of it as evil.
Can we make up our indecisive minds about what
is wrong and what is right; about what is
dark and what is light; what is good and the bad?

As our bones grow up strong, science proves that
they are meant to die weak. Because
even if we die by a hit and run or a crashing bike,
then our bones are meant to break; we will fight for
our lives on the edge of a death we do not want.
If it's life we do not wish for, and we are on the
brink of giving up, then life we shan't have
and we will die like a present under the
family's outrageous Christmas tree, a present
too large for Santa to fit under its leaves.
Because on the edge of the unseen cliff, we
know that we won't go down without a fight,
but we understand and don't understand the meaning of
"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me."

Melody Jul 2013

Foul ****** 5: Final Goodbye

I know I'm falling,
quickly, quickly dripping dripping...
Leaking, lacking, losing...

All the sins that I've committed,
bodies piled up at my front door.
I can tell that Hell is welcoming,
calling; the home is quite enticing.

The failure getting worse,
the failing is failing;
life is completely scarce.
I'm leaving the world with many scars;
scathing, burning, burning, crashing, dying.

The skulls and feet- buried beneath one another,
like the ashes of the Holocaust.
The witnesses rare as daylight in a cave.

The flamed gates are creaking open,
rust catching in the forever red lust of evil.
The death of my deathly deeds awaken me,
chilling me, stating "you will now die,
and recede to deep depths of Hell,
while life above continues without you."
I realize that that my name is society,
and the I am a murderer readying for its
last, awaiting, final goodbye.

Melody Jul 2013

A Tired Dream

You awoke me when you closed your eyes.
You play me like a cassette tape.
You turn me off like a boy's saved video game.
I am young, and I am now a baby.
I see the world with light like a shiny new camera lens.

I feel like I'm getting used to this.
Same job for some fifteen odd years.
I keep thinking I might quit, but I probably won't.
We are so slowly aging, seeing things that we can't erase.
I am slowly dulling, like a rusty knife, waiting to crumble at your feet.

I can't wait until you start believing.
Tell him how you feel and start seeing better things.
I've got twenty more odd years until my greasy retirement.
Time is slowing down, and this image is getting to the both of us.
I am more bored than before, like a baby with colors but no wall.

We are just about ready to fade, to let the ashes run away.
You've been married for thirty years,
And I've stayed by your side since you saw your first light.
I've got wrinkles and scars, and you've got this last breath.
I think it is about time that I tell you, that I am a tired dream.

Melody Jan 2013

It's Time That We Stop

"There is nothing better than an empty head,
a clean house,
and sweet sweet reality",
we think.
"There is nothing better than an empty head,
a clean house,
and sweet sweet reality",
we say.
"There is nothing better than an epic party,
a screaming crowd,
and sweet sweet false lies",
we do.

It's started the time that we stop,
we stop and think about the things we say,and do.
There are somethings you hope for out of want,
and other things you hope for out of need.

It's time that we stop and we think.
It's time that we stop and we see.
It's time that we stop and do the things we think.
It's time we stop and do the things the eyes cannot see.
It's time we stop and look at the things that we tragically need.

The world is a selfish place, and it's time that stop.
We stop and think about it.
We stop and observe it.
We stop and fix it the best that we can.
If there is one thing that humanity is neutral in all conflicts,
it's fixing.
We never completely solve the puzzles,
But we always solve it to our best, usually.
Have we ever really thought, that just maybe...
There is an additional piece or two to the jigsaw,
The piece that makes the swing set sturdy.

It's time that we stop and think.
It's time that we stop and we see.
It's time that we stop and do the things we think.
It's time that we stop and do the things the eyes cannot see.
It's time that we stop and look at the things we tragically need.
It's time that we stop and look at things and never back down.
It's time that we stop and finish the things we were born to complete.

© 2013 Melody

Melody Jan 2013

Play The Game of Immortality

Just wait,
be patient.
He'll come eventually.
He'll come and take the trait.
Just be patient,
and play the game of immortality.

We play the game of immortality.
We refuse the drink of swimming cells.
We refuse to imbibe the rich red wine liquid.
We do not carry allergies of the sun
We do not hold a heart with no beats,
And yet we play the game of immortality.

Swallow.
Breathe.
I promise pain.
An eternity spent with me
as your queen.

© 2013 Melody

Melody Jan 2013

Broken Ankle

Snap.
No longer able to run.
Cannot catch the ball.
Pushing.
Running on adrenaline.
Doing what I love,
Risking my one true love.
Snap. Again.
Broken ankle.
Goodbye, my love.

© 2012 Melody