I Want Thunder

But you don’t want rain.
Ocean waves will crash
Fluid and strong and always.
There are days you will storm and cloud.
And there are times of still and blue
Wild and unpredictable killer,
Gives all use to us.
Holds so much life within,
And salt will heal the wound.
The blood between the continents,
Lend me your strength
And your adaptability.
Cleanse my wounds
Smooth the rocks.
Connect me to life.
Wash memories over me,
Currents, direct me.
In and out with tides
Live here on my arm

My life goes crust to core.

explain

my skin my voice my hair, I.
My crust. hard and rugged, rivers flowing,
valleys blooming.
My people and love and life walk here.
And sometimes earthquakes rock me and volcanoes spew my magma.

what is in your mantle

Hot.
swirling and pushing and molding my crust.
inside i am
pressurized,
liable to errupt.
the minerals here closer
to what i really am.

and your core?

in nature:
inhuman, immortal and intangible


in being:
I Dont Know What It Is.



I,
The Globe,
am floating out in space.

Beautiful dying,
Silent, Chill is crying.
Oranges, reds, yellow.
Fire above falls below.
Naked swaying whispering,
Spider’s fingers whistling.
When their white, bones rattled in breeze,
‘Fore at last, comes in the freeze.
Cold sprinkling down,
Cold blankets around.
Covers Chill so binding.
White and blinding
Sleep, Chill, it’s the end.
Darkness in the dead.
And now behold,
Autumn runs from Cold.

Heavy, deep,
Nearly endless sleep.
Cold’s solid slumber,
Renew the green wonder.
Poking up their heads,
From their icy beds.
Open colored eyes,
Extending luring lies.
Bees come in as,
Trees shake away Cold who has,
Retreated to his hiding place.
Now, Warm dances on new leaves with grace.
Breathing spirit and fresh life,
Banishing winter’s strife.

Fresh is never stale,
‘Cuz in comes Hot’s gale.
Humid, parching,
Hot is smothering.
Warm is withering,
Fire hearts a fluttering.
Sun toasts skin,
Cold’s fraternal twin.
Trees turn Oberon green,
But lack the Faire’s mean.
He melts a cool thought,
One of any you have brought.
Spring is dried of a tear,

He wakes at first dawn,
Exposed in the growing fawn.
But falling weaker every day,
Loosing strength in the morning gray.
Chill bites Hot’s back turned,
Leaves change, set to be burned.
She comes back around
*Time passes without a sound
The beauty of the life of men?
All will come, and die again.

Lemon squeezings warming,
and on left
a warm and tingle from the low sun.
My right, shaded winded,
Cools and swirls.
Today is a first.
To shake the cobwebs from our skeletons
and let the sun grow out skin and hair
Back.
With a ray.
all places to see hold pale echos,
Winter's creatures lounging.
A moment suspended,
eternal and perfect.
I always think of the end.
A spark today.
I will always have more first days of Spring
and Winter.

And She says Nature is her God.
All will end in Nothing as Began in Nothing.
this curse of consciousness
binds me up in sorrow.
it is the ability to Know
Of nothing
From nothing
to Nothing.
Put a pretty cover on it.
Cripples my unconscious Bliss.

We lie, We lounge
Among the greats.
We are all to see and be.
Command the world with nothing
and everything we have,
the profound.
We are Greek.
And the first two.
Roman
And Celtic too.
We ARE the world.
Fuzzed humanity.
The most substantial
Nothing
Of 7 billion.

And then I came here.
thrown in a room with another
you, the four of you.
brand new minds to
mold.
tell you anything i want to mold you here
tweak and
twist
the truth so i am new.
but out goes the truth.
and in truth.
i am finally being true.
i tweaked and twisted out of my old lies


a month
or so
later i know that you all care.
i dont feel
the same surface pointed piercing judging
that the old ones wielded.
so i opened up for real.
the real
i dont really know
but here's whats real


and now on month four,
i care for you all.
so i cant tell you whats
true
real
now
hurting

Graphite sticks from my pencil
You and you and you
Came from the same stencil
Two by two by two

Clone stamped houses
realize irrelevance and repeat
Tolerating spouses
Digression undisclosed and discrete

never so much of the same
induces those incomparably insane
at whom to throw the blame
branding bubble in the brain

I remember the preschool playhouse
I remember the elementary school boys
I remember not before
I remember not after
I remember restraining hands
lifting skirts, threats, touching,
                                                                                                                                                   **screaming

its profound.
the biggest amount of
nothing
i've ever felt.
it pushes into my arms, possesses my fingers.
i type.
and a band
of brand
new words brand, burning
behind my eyes.
their newness inhabits all i feel now.
i will sleep and wish
to forget this nothing

This is a poem.
This is a repetitive line.
bold
Second stanza
Above is an Alliteration
italics
This poem does not rhyme
This line is a considerable amount longer than the other ones, quite unnecessarily.
CAPS
This is the end.

Niamh*
like Neeve*

(KNEE- V)

not neeme

Down the hatch
Ignore the burn.

Warmth now,
Throat and belly and brain.

Let the fog come
Sneak some more.

Now I cant think

Flip it around,
Look in the eye

We both know
where this will go.

Pull you by your bottom lip
To my bedroom.

If I give myself away
Then I am not my own

Then I don't have to think.

Remember that time?
In the hospital

Dehydration and spasms
Hole in my arm, tubes and fluids.

And the Morphine.
That is warmth.

I'd like some more.
Too much.

Then I really can't think

Big *** label, right here.
Mom, don't believe it. Your psych degree is better (she has none).
Deny it. I dare you

But I did hide, for you.
Made it seem alright.
Did you a favor that's hurting me now.

Bubbles rolling up into my belly and into my arms and flow through my tongue and fingers and
Maybe I'll scream.
Down I go then, just wait a bit.

Better not say I want it. (the big S)
Meds would follow, I say gross.
**** fine. I'm just **** fine. Happiest chick you'll ever meet.

B
M
D

A nd it was first
D iagnosed as this, with bouts of
H ormonal
D epression.

I told you,
You despaired but
Delighted in the idea.
A new secret, a new world.
A new language to converse,
To defeat mediocrity. Now
We are a fairytale.
From fourth
To seventh.
Or now, twelfth.
Turn it around then deny.
Live in the best parts of my problem to escape.
Clone stamped houses.
AP classes.

Then I told you,
But I was already crying, a shaking,
Said,
your hearts a beating way to fast.
Breathe, Breathe, Keep going.
You held me and held me. you wiped my tears.
Put my pants back on.
It was flooding and Jalapeno chips.
I still love you
I'm not angry
in any way
If I kept track of time,
Id apologize for how long I kept this from you

But you, the next day.

All at once.
Chitter chatter
Jabber.
Pointless banter.
Back and forth
Words pour out from lips,
Hang in the air
and resonate a bit.
Then fade away
become forgotten.
But for some they stay.
Shaping, molding
Minds are holding
On.
To the two dimensional
Too much, Too soon.
Two words are seeds
and assumptions root.
Grows the confusion,
Constructed reality
Confused consciousness of
this time, moment, universe.
I cannot write this poem here.
The future
Is now
Is past.
So when?