The world is flat
That's what they told me
...and I always take people at their word
Nice people like at The Acme Company
always believing what they say
I am a gullible fool
to trust, to love, to hope
to get ground down that way
I yelp when kicked
scramble over edge of ice
(New concept of Antarctica)
Missed the sign
for The Acme Map Company
and that dead end
Loaded down with Acme Explosives
Always sees “that painted tunnel”
as possible place to hide
shows up again--
just a little fried
smoke rising from my scalp
small white flag in hand
Scramble over that ledge of melting ice
and crumbling shame
Clinging by my fingertips
You'd think something would finally do me in
Me and "Wile E. Coyote-- Genius"
Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner are classic cartoon characters that date back to 1949. They've been popular ever since. I think the sound effects, music, and the timing of the animators are elements that make them so good. Their expressions just kill me.
We danced on the cliff you and I. Born of love and light. Bred of sadness and darkness. Melted together, alone but alive. Our love smelled of the earth and of the chalk and the timelessness of it all. And I think now of all the lovers who have stood where we stood. Of all of the stories of love and loss that have roots in the chalk beneath our feet, above our heads held close together preserving our perfect quiet world. I wonder how many arms clung tight to each other against the future stretching out like the channel before us. And I wonder about the thousands of years these cliffs have been stage to the greatest dramas of so many lives. Were any of them as torn as I was? Does my misery, my sadness, my loss and confusion mingle with theirs now? Is my heartbreak their company in the mist? How many of them had to watch the love of their life disappear into the English fog like I had to watch you go? I yearn for that love. For the power of it. I ache for it to fill me once more like the sea salt and mist that settles over, I strive for the way it felt when you stood next to me in Dover.
for we were raised to believe in fairy tales
and that a prince begins our happily ever after.
like water over cliffs, as though love will save us
and gravity is no part of the equation.
I certainly did for a boy,
as did another girl who already claimed him,
and as will other girls hereafter.
Most of my life is a forgotten cliffside. There's nothing you can really do about it, it's just the consequence you pay for being alive.
I don't remember a lot of my childhood. I can remember my schools, my friends, my parents, my teachers. But I don't remember my sisters. Only my brother, the little boy carrying the family name on his shoulder blades... But he is not ready for that.
As for my sisters... I do not officially "know them" until they begin to leave. I was 11 when they started leaving my house, and 13 when they started re-entering my life.
There is no excuse for arriving late to my life crisis. But what crisis is there anyway?
I grew up alone.
Sisters too old, brother too young, parents too protective.
Too eager to run through the halls of my early life, and high school is not what I expected the years to be. But I am still here... alive.
And there will always be that to hold on to when the sky falls from the stars that pin up the rest of the universe.
Or the the clouds fall from the blue sky just before that cliffside collapses into the abyss.
This is the artistry that is my life on a power surge. Feeling the shock of the first kiss, and the break of the last word.
The many voices, and single sayings. The before and after. The push and then the fall.
The feeling of all my memories being shot.
But not killed.
This is the joy of living off of the electric tower... or the Eiffel tower.
This is life made wild, love made public, friends made family, me made whole again.
Me surviving the cliffside fall for the 378th time this week.
Safety nets were never written in the fine print of this circus act.
But this feeling can kill as much as it can save. It is, and always will be a cosmic shot across the front of my skull...
Opening my mind into eternity. Until I decide to go back to that cliffside...
Would it tear you apart to know that I was clean for so long.
Would it tear you apart to know that the the number is back to zero.
Would it hurt if I told you how you woke up those monsters inside my head that all steer me towards steep cliffs of insanity.
Would it hurt you to know that I stepped off.
Would you cry knowing that you choosing her broke me.
Would you cry if you saw my shattered bones spelled your name.
No I don't think it would.
My screams are not silent, they are carved into my body, they erupt from my eyes but baby you never were one to notice how my heart bled for you.
Our love was a metaphor written in a language you didn't understand.
maybe you need to learn to read.
I'm standing at the edge of cliffs that stretch on through Norway.
Looking down I see another me.
Deciding if I've got what it takes to go through this doorway.
I'm at a junction of paths with more than your average split.
I've got endless roads which lead nowhere.
Apprehension in my voice but I can't see where you won't fit.
You're a little special though because I smile like a fool when you're near.
You won't see me with the same eyes.
That's all I'll ever fear.
We stayed up late last night.
Together - you could have left.
Though I'm glad you stayed.
Was it me you stayed for?
Your a natural beauty more than these rocks and views in the Kjerag.
It's more than body, pulse and heart.
Its all of you I've gotta have.
When I thought I'd met them all.
Struggling to find a spark.
I've never met anyone like you.
Now you're all I think of in the dark.
Take my hand and show me love
Out beyond the imaginary.
A slight chill in the air-
Jump into the sea below you say I wouldn't dare,
But the rocks below are just a detourant for those not willing to take a risk.
My fight has been humble though I have been humbled many a times,
And my battle has been pretty prolonged.
Here I am, Inclined to inform you of who I am today.
I am a San Diego sunrise
Pastel hues that paint the early morning skies
Or vibrant and bright,
Represents my personality on a spectrum:
Calm and reserved to outgoing and extroverted.
The exuberant sun reflecting off the ocean is passion.
This image is poetry in the making.
My passion is in fact poetry.
The ocean below is intensity-
The waves crashing upon the white California sand in a continuous, mellifluous soundtrack,
Just as I continuously strive to succeed in all I do.
Failure has never been an option for me.
The soundtrack of the waves is not only my love and desire for the ocean waves, but my need for music-
The sun rising to the top of the sky demonstrates my sky is the limit attitude in Life and the fact that I have always had the tenacity to go after what I want whether it be finally playing college athletics after a career ending ankle reconstruction surgery, or maintaining my drive to go to law school.
Finally the sun setting at the end of the day and disappearing into darkness represents how even in dark times I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.
Darkness only lasts for so long and the sun will once again rise to display its beauty, candor and potential.
The sun is optimistic for each coming day and continues to rise even after it falls, as do I.
As a sailboat sets sail out of the harbor I feel the sun warming my soul and I know that I can continuously rise to any occasion to make it smooth sailing.
San Diego is in my heart and saltwater is in my veins-
It does not make sense for me to be anything other that a magnificent San Diego sun rise above the glistening pacific coast.
You stare at your feet for a few moments,
you weigh out the odds of surviving,
and you jump.
You start falling, or rather, flying.
you get the chills.
Thrills. Sparks. Genuine laughter.
You feel free, you feel more alive than you ever have.
In the back of your mind there is worry,
will you make it? Or is this rush only going to last until the water hits?
You don't care,
I don't think you ever did.
You scream, you feel as much as you possibly can,
and then you hit the water.
Passion, rebirth, lust.
A new beginning.
And that's what loving him is like.
The view from the cliffs were so exquisite,
As the oceans would crash upon them.
I would Climb up the wet slippery rocks,
In my little Easter dress.
and the scents.
Looking around at all the beautiful mansion foundations'.
Laughing and running.
Trying to avoid all the geese droppings
And God damn was my mind full of innocents
Not knowing that these moments could ever fade
It was the most beautiful place I would visited.
And I Wish I knew that then.