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Something Simple Feb 2015
I'm having a hard time
Fanthoming your moods into constellations
Your freckles are not stars
And your eyes hold no galaxies
Faraway places have never left their mark on you
Finger-tip traces never bring forth Milkyways
Something Simple Oct 2014
Out on my own
Wanted
A place in this world

No hurry
Something more
At the end of the day

This time
Ways to go
Rabbit heart (Raise it up)

Still sane
A few small bruises
I'm not done
Something Simple May 2020
This is exhausting
Its only May and I have
Had enough
I forget how it feels
To not be tense
There is always this
Heaviness pressing down
On my chest

I resent them
And does that make me
A terrible person
For wanting them gone?
For wanting to breathe
Freely again?
It feels like I am

Another night spent
Hyperventilating in the bathroom
Shower on so no one
Hears me cry
I just want scream,
Run away
But where will I go?
What would it change?

I'm so tired
Of feeling trapped
In my own home
I've never gotten used
To these invaders
Blood though they may be

I had a job for the first time
It's gone now
This situation is so precarious
And feels like I
Won't survive having
It crash down
Something Simple Nov 2014
Is it too much to just this once
sit down and shut the world out?
Forget about the surround sound
Listen to words sung in a thousand voices
Let the lyrics spin?
Weave a story with a friend
and just sit and rest.
Something Simple Oct 2014
Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited to much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead
Something Simple May 2020
Where does the red fern grow?
Where hearts bleed into the deep, deep earth?
An old dog lying on a new gravestone
Red forest, new growth
Nature's sunscreen

Something dies - so another begins
Layers of life upon death
Decay is the way of all things
Of all things
Wildfires come, burning bright
Burning red in the dead of night
Seedpods open in the blaze

Something dies and the forest feasts
Something becomes a part of something so much bigger
A forest is built on layers of decay
Old growth and new
Life and death, hand in hand
Where does the red fern grow? Where does the red fern grow?
Something Simple May 2020
Sandstone glimmers in wine-stained light,
The great canyons stretch far and wide
Beautiful in eternity
There are different sizes of infinity
The skies are turning shades of red,
Fading to pink and gold
Turning into night

They say the deserts are vast and wide,
Dunes uncountable, every gain a world
The shattered plain stretch on -
A reminder of what's gone
Dragonhome, pillar strong
The tower of Babel made again

Even now the redstone curves,
Windy paths and twisted nerves
Dawn comes again with shades of red
The circle comes again,
A sentinel stands in waves of sand
Something Simple Oct 2014
She rolls her lip beneath her teeth
Another scab to add to the dusty corners
But it doesn't matter and it never did

Till the stream runs dry and the dirt cracks
Paper thin skin will have its seams
She's a camel without a desert

The red mouth's been pricked and poked
Never wet enough for the thirst to stop
Born without water though her breath forms vapours
Something Simple Nov 2014
Talk in quick bursts, fast paced laughter
Always the happy shell or the quiet other
Frantic words centered so on happiness
Bitter remarks hiden by cheerful facade
You thought you knew but I degress
Really quite a nervous thing
with hopes and sometimes dreams
Something Simple Nov 2014
In the darkness going quickly away to
the dawning colors flowing up in sun,
he strides towards the meadows known to few.
A journey untill distance will be done.

Begin the hunter's creeping for the prize,
though sliver ears are flickering to sound.
Calm muzzle raising towards open skies.
They don't know, forsee, rushing hooves will pound

Strong stag, wise stag, alwaus uncatchable one.
Quickly, breathing rough, they will fall behind.
So go on untill another day is done,
All this time being spent looking for a hind.

Only you, my dear can catch this wild hart.
So take and gently hold my lasting heart.
A sonnet! Took three days but here it is. AP English assignment
Something Simple Dec 2014
It's cold and I've been feeling like you've been calling out my name.
Something Simple Dec 2014
You'd think I'd be tired enough to sleep
But not yet, not yet.
There are hours to go and papers to fix
Mindless things to fill the week
It's time to quit or break
And I can't quit
No I can't quit
Something Simple Sep 2015
Teeth click with a snap, fangs bared in another threat.
Fur up, hackles raised.
She's growling at ghosts now, mountain song and cracking boulders.
Hisses slice the silence up, sharped knife against paper thin.
Those eyes are wide, ruby death staring into the abyss.
Pupils so wide they hide the red, now they're sinking into slits.
That red glows, that red speaks deep.
The things that she's seen. The things that she's seen.
Lips pulled back, ears battened down.
Shoulders hunched, head lowered.
Lethal crown ready as the flowers fall one by one.
She is a monster.
She is a god.
And what are Gods if not monsters?
Those black hooves strike the ground, one single drumbeat.
Death dealers.
Scars bristle under shining fur.
Nightmare no longer monochrome.
Those teeth snap again, sharp click.
Angry sound.
Bitter beast.
Lost potential.
Lost past.
Lost soul.
She is the remainder.
The One That Endures.
The One Who Stands Still.
Remember who she once was.
She is the devourer.
She is the creator.
The waning light and the shock of lighting.
Remember what she is now.
Outsider.
Shell.
Imperfect space.
Mother.
Wanderer.
The Lost One.
The Broken Thing.
She breaks, she mends.
Trys to get better then slips again.
You can't escape the red.
Can't leave the dead.
She sees all their skeletons.
Their blood is on her hands.
In her heart.
Their voices sound in her head.
Screaming their damnation.
Screaming their pleas.
She is a nobody
And you just made a mistake
Something Simple Feb 2015
It's strange hearing her like this
Words filled with the warm glow of golden honey
There's a smile behind her words and something unidentifiable
In the darkness she's all but invisible
Picture her as big as a mountain with fists like anvils
Strong enough to bend steel and a mind like a trap

Heard her talking through the door
No other breaths, no others in the house
She was always the most comfortable alone
I was done with the world and she knew this
But her words still colored the night between us.
Memories poured from her lips,
Impossible to comprheand and impossible to be.

She talked of flowers and grey corriders
Shifting places that where never the same again
Of fighting to save her own skin
No one's ever owned her or held her down
Every scar's a medal she says
A token of the breath still in her lungs

Silence falls after those weighty words
And I know she's looking up, to that one spot her eyes always fall.
"But what I rember the most are the flowers."
Those little bits of living light in a grayscale world
Her words are sweet with sadness and worn-down with time
And I wonder how long she's been singing these words in her mind.

Time stretches out like rubber band taffy,
A millennia becomes an eye blink and a year becomes a second
She says she's been there from the start.
Seen civilizations rise and fall with the tides.
Restless ruin, unending loss and bitter regret.
Impossible story strung out like star-shine in the darkness between us

She's trying to save me in her own way,
Reaching out to the heavens with her unreal past
The sun on a strong back and a child she once new
Faces that come and go like dust motes
Soap bubbles, gnats to a flame
Gone so fast it leaves an afterimage on your eyelids

And then I realize,
She's giving me a choice
Not trying to hold me back.
The God has always wanted an end,
But I have the chance at life.
Something Simple Sep 2014
A small smile though the words are sad
She shares the same concept and always has.
They'll leave or you'll leave, what does it matter who goes first?
The years have begun to weigh though
She wishes she had more minds to trouble.

What's the point of existence without something to care for?
Every single time, loss and hurt
Someone to love and make a difference
For a short while at least.

And the pain reminded you
You were at least partially alive
Something that wasn't always so apparent.
Something Simple Aug 2014
And it's a Sunday
Day of rest
But oh, there'll be no rest for me yet
No, not yet
Something Simple Jan 2015
You were a little light all made of ice
Folly personified
Gold and young and breakable
Nails and screams could never touch you
Sharp white smile in the dying light
Blew you out like a candle that day
Goodbye, good riddence
Bad rubish they say
Something Simple Aug 2014
So the sunshine came again?
I stand here alone over the ages
Days spent with no one but myself
I tell you the sunshine never ends

But when the darkness comes...
I'm afraid to close my eyes
Did you know?
Did you know the sun is gonna die?

This could be the last day
The last golden light
Finally the darkness releases the light
Streaming beams coming alive

Look into the sun as a new day rise
Flood your eyes with heat and bright
One more day for us to still be
Alive
Something Simple Dec 2014
These seeds are light out of darkness,
Breathing in the deep cool earth
Far below our surface.
Thin lines of glowing brightness
Spread beneth the dirt.
A sprout will come with the rain,
Strong stalk supports yellow leaves.

They tried to bury us but they didn't
Know we were seeds.
Something Simple Apr 2020
Still waters run deep
Has always been the saying,
And rolling stones gather no moss
But here the still waters are shallow
And the stones are thick with moss - even though they roll
Every part is touched by light
And warmth

Glittering light picks highlights off the water
Catches the stir of algae,
As a pike breaks the surface
A turtle on a rock, limbs spread out
Butterflies gather on low branches
Hanging moss

Can you hear the birdsong?
The whir of hummingbird wings
Bees buzz 'round a busy hive
There are dryads nearby
Keeping watch over
The bright little fen
Something Simple Jul 2014
Buzzing, pulsing, rending, tearing
Fill the air with screams unending
Stingers strong and wings of paper
Fill us, fill you
Hell on noisy wings

Death spills from open lips
Twist around the syllables
Queens that won’t grow old

Lock your windows, close your doors
Doesn’t really matter anymore
Every crack is a doorway
Screaming won’t save you

Oh haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you learned?
I’m the man with wasps in his belly
Something Simple Oct 2014
It swells out and undulates in the breezes
Constant push and pull spreads the layers thinner
Colors bleed out a long time before
Fabrics beat against weathered wood bones
This house longs for something to fill its stomach
And slowly the waving banners fall to sunlight
Something Simple Apr 2020
Here come the summer peepers
Frog chorus in warm nights
Telling the tales
Of sun-drenched days
And full stomachs

Owls call in the dark,
Finding field mice
Fat from golden grains
Tasting of wheat berries
And marigolds

Apple blossoms
Send sweetness,
Laying heavy on balmy air
A breeze of cherries,
Bright red and **** sweet -
These are the sights
Smells and tastes
Of summer
Something Simple Oct 2014
The ***** in your chest
That makes blood flow around your body
Feelings and emotions
Considered as part of your character
The central part of something,
That is farthest from the outside
A shape that represents love
Something Simple Jan 2015
Precious things line leave's shadows .
Late thinking, I run my hands across my face .
Ready mother? Strong help,
She lied she's anxiety, deserves black care
Spreading out of reach.
Rest for years past belly times.
World's sun holds.
Follow the happy feelings.
Look and touch bones,
It's lonely.
There's a glowing bog
And my questions seed the mountain's fingers.
Something Simple May 2014
I support you,
keep you upright
and strong.
Carry you place to place
each and every day.
So much depends
on my presence.

Pinky nail sized
barely come to life.
Only ten weeks old
moving without being felt.
I was important then too.
One smaller miracle
on one not
much
bigger.

As you grew I did too.
Even when you
never used me,
I was with you.
Getting bigger,
stronger,
just like you.

Smaller then a thumb
I pressed against
your mother's
womb.
They remarked with
wonder,
called it another miracle.
You could not yet
breathe
on your own.
They say you danced,
I know you did.
I was there.
When you came into this world,
I was the last part
of you to
leave safety.

You fought a battle with
gravity just so
you could
use me.
I was honored
with giving you
your first few
steps.

When you climbed
the live oak
I gripped the branches
and kept you from
falling.
Now when you dance
I carry you
across
the
floor.
Bend, twist, arch
to your movements,
straining to the
tips.

In your dreams
I helped
you charge dragons.
I pounded out
the rhythm
of your heart
against the ground.
I pulled you up mountains
until I was weary
and sore.
You never thanked me.

Now you complain
about the pain I cause,
too many staircase
to climb.
Weighed down by a ton
of books
and well worn
knowledge.

Remember me,
I'll remember you.
When you face death
I'll walk with you.

Appreciate me,
before you only have
one of me.

Be grateful that I was
not wrapped in
muslin
so tight that
my bones were
broken
and your freedom
taken.
Remember me
for I am
your
feet.
Something Simple Nov 2014
Left feet takes the spilled crushed fell ashes from the spiral village buildings  
He knew how to know the day.
Just words, remember love inside eyes.
You'll silence that little life-like worth from the time of long end
Where wings became heads and ran

Quiet small points way away from nightmare
Dark days remind the big trying new earth to listen to deep free heart
Maybe gone breath took the old hidden broken things
Precious for a better line, wanting simple patterns
Late work make easy place
Something Simple Apr 2020
Cascade of flowing vines
Mushrooms pushing through soft logs
The movement half glimpsed,
From the corner of your eyes
Cicadas buzz and hum softly then loudly
Lichen grows on damp rocks

They say that moss only grows
On the left sides of trees - or was it the right?
Pillow soft and dew beaded
Nature's cushion
Nature's stage for a round fairy ring
Secluded den

A centaur moves beneath the trees,
Dappled skin glowing
In yellow green light
Dainty steps
And the growing of things
Something Simple Aug 2014
It was just a cylinder
Shiny bronze sides as straight as a stick.
A grip of clingy rubber that often
rode up wrapped
around the sides.

Plastic and metal,
a latch to keep it closed.
Dents littered the sides and top
from many sudden drops and rolling away
to hide under cars.

Ice put inside its belly
could last for hours,
sometimes days
and the water
that poured
from its mouth
was always shockingly,
wonderfully cold.
Something Simple Apr 2020
A flash of brighter green
In a field of dry grass
Vivid eyes, focused and clear
Reeds sway in the Zephyr Steppes
Borne on strong breezes

Calm face and sturdy footing
Dappled like the sun stained grass
Paper lanterns blow in the clear sky
Whoever said that Tundras couldn't know the wind
Couldn't know the directions it blows in?

Skydancers and Spirals don't
Own the skies after all
And he has always known the wind
The different scents
How the scent of the sea blows in from Water
And the breeze is bitter cold when it comes from Ice
How the smell of white hot metal
Makes the air so hot
Something Simple Oct 2014
You didn't tell me,
Never said it would be easier your way
I knew I had to find it apart
Tell me you know me,
But not that you needed to
I never knew it would be this hard
You didn't tell me that either
I found it myself
Something Simple May 2020
Left to rust and rot,
The crimson red begins to fade
Sink, deep into the ground
Let the forest drink
Grow strong and wild
Rage against the dark

Stained glass wings,
Hear the whippoorwill sing
How sharp the teeth?
Who screamed the scream?
Left in the woods somewhere
In the deep, dark woods

How quick does the red tide grow
Whittle the leaves, sever the branches
Light the fires at night
Can you hear the birds singing?
In the blood red wood
Something Simple Jan 2015
I'm the type of person that has to stop and think
And press my multicolored hopes and dreams
Against my head in the palms of my hands.

Think before I act and speak before I think
Consider and weigh their souls evenly
Before I decide at all.
Something Simple Nov 2014
If I could notice you, would you notice me?
Fall apart not fall together, what difference is it?
I’ll take a picture and watch it fade away
Set fire to the bed that we made together
Together, do you remember?

Tear drops don’t stop oceans
Winds don’t shift the tide
A single grain of rice won’t fill up my hand
We’ve been around see?

This meat will rot away
Bubbles will pop one day
Flowers I’ll get to watch shrivel
People I’ll watch die

I am free
But I am not
Something Simple Jan 2015
Can you feel it-
The humming starts from deep within the pain
Tickles ear drums and fills you up into nothing

It's....It's coming from the-
The noise pulls forth from the shadows
Fills your mind with layers of longing

The bog is singing
Envelop the senses with light,
Comfort creeps through the strands of sound

It's so....beautiful
She steps out covered in liquid sun
Inhale, exhale, forward she comes

Everything I need....she's everything...
A smile graces the lovely face and she's reaching
Reaching out for you to follow.

Anywhere...I'll go anywhere..
A glowing hand strokes your face
She's beauty and grace

I'll follow you
Her hands wrap around your throat
And she pulls you down, down bellow

Only fools look before they leap, only fools want what they can not keep*

And in the bog you drown
No light to guide the way back home
No one will know why your tracks did end here
Something Simple Jul 2014
Silence lingers here,
Between the branches and sunlight.
Peace will always be.

How did they come here?
The bright orbs of molten gold
Resting on our crowns.

We will figure out
Through the growth of deer abound
The secret of life.
Something Simple Oct 2014
I was always the behind walker, staying in the shadows
Others walked in front of you and some in front
But they all faded away so you wouldn't notice
And need them

It got lonely for you never turned around
Just picked a direction and continued on
But if you ever look back you'll see me
And I need you
You just don't know that yet
Something Simple Oct 2014
I could be the wings that shelter you
Though an angel I may not be
Nor am I demon for my soul is only gray

This stone's face you see is only what I show
Frozen volcano beneath the dark of snow
Get close enough to feel the warmth but watch for the glow

For now I'll be your shelter
But tomorrow I'll be a storm
Come close if the heat is something that frightens not
Something cares still in this hollow heart
Something Simple Apr 2020
I listen to the rain
And everything feels so far away
And close at hand
The world is coming apart at the seams
And I am home
Listening to the rain

Earlier I stood outside
Catching raindrops in my eyes
Ears open to clear song,
Red as the throat that made it
There's a reason they're called cardinals
Not another sound but that bright red bird

It feels as though I am waiting
The tightness living beneath my rib cage
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
It's like watching a tsunami from a distance
Apprehensive and wary
Side-eyeing every stranger on the street
So aware of the distance between us

The world is closed to me
Even on these long walks down
Familiar streets
Is it too much to ask that these
Doom days don't last?
I listen to poetry recited -
Unplanned survival
And trying to love this mutilated world
And I think I understand
Something Simple Mar 2014
Stood at the brink of a cliff, morning air surround and fill.
Make me feel small again. I’m too big, too big inside my skin.

The ocean is just an end. Dead end, Dark end.
Deeper than despair and just as feared,
Last breaths and friendships.
All are ends.

I’m never ready so,
Take me to the sky.
Something Simple Jan 2019
They lay in the shade together
Side by side
Small bodies nestled where the bamboo grows wide
"Do you ever wonder," the leader inquires.
"What it would be like to grow?"
The three share glances,
each one wondering.
"I've had this body for three hundred years."
The oldest replies, "It's a blessing and a curse."
The youngest tilts her feathered head,
glowing like a jewel.
"My ancestors sunk ships - I'm named after them.
Sometimes I wonder what they'd think of me."
The leader rubs her freckled face and sighs.
"All that I am is because of this body. I wonder..."
The oldest was an assassin, the youngest a ship-sinker,
They all followed the leader.
A vampire, a seamonster and a mob boss all sat in the shadows,
under a tree
And they wonder
What growing might be like.
Something Simple Nov 2014
It was an invisible, succulent, ruined, straining shiny treasure
That baited the lightening to drink the greener nest
Choking on unsaid reason, guts hang thrown anytime between
The swollen scare and the flawed complete, contained harm cluster.
So the socket's apples wanted the skull's promised forest
And fled the base dusty pastures.
Something Simple Jan 2015
I have been everything
And yet,
I've never quite been myself
Something Simple Nov 2014
Titanium isn't bullet proof
And neither are you
Pull your act together girl
Something Simple Jan 2019
Tired eyes and tired lies
Gold leaf promises
Holding on for another day
Another moment
Another second
Life gets narrow and the shadows grow old
Something Simple Jan 2019
"I exist." He tells the mountains,
and the mountains tell him nothing.

"I'm alive." He tells the seas,
but the seas are silent.

"I am here." He tells the air,
but the air does not hear.

"I matter." He tells himself,
yet, he does not know.
Something Simple Jan 2015
I had a crow on my shoulder
And my beauty came with a price
Something Simple Feb 2015
All these poems are filled with what I might become
Every word, every question speaks from my own heart
Shall I be broken and bitter in time?
Will I never be able to rewind and find where I went wrong?
The future's coming on strong
And Lighting don't strike like it used to.
Am I washed out at 17?
Will I become who I was ment to be?
Or will I simply fade with the tide?
Something Simple Nov 2014
I think you don't know what you've been making
A creature of resentment and the solid beleif
I am never good enough
For you or anyone else
Something Simple Apr 2015
Divulge thoughts
Spill words
Weave melodies
Create life with a brush and ink
But so much more, not alone anymore

Now in the silence
Darkness behind glass
Unsolved math
Pencil crumbles
Eraser flakes
Seperate from the other beings

Long to reach distances
Few words with a friend
Conformation of matter
On another's thoughts
Don't disturb

And I'm alone
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