Delorean**

I would want to travel with you
In a region of the universe
Where you and I
get lost in spacetime
than to arrive at a certain place
of infinite madness and beauty.

I'd like to imagine that stars flicker as we go by
creating paths
creating constellations
as stellar as we feel

Drift lightyears away towards the cosmos
to create an infinite you and I

We were the past.
We are the present.
We will be the future.

We are what we are as we make of ourselves.

I will travel the infinite worlds with you.
I will travel time just to be with you
To make a stretch into infinity

It's October 21st 2015

It is in the *NOW

Just, Why?
I over analyze simple things, hoping for a better or worse outcome…
I look for answers, where there are none.
    Question;
If the universe in infinite, why do we find so many things… A great discovery?
When we haven’t even scratched the surface!
    Maybe…
I’m on the wrong side of the universe.
So, when will others learn that up isn’t up and down isn’t down?
     My mind is so vast.
But I am young, to an untrained eye.
I’m a writer, artist, and a poet…
I have lived and died so many times.
I’m a kid.
But I feel as if I’ve lived for thousands of years-

                                                                 So many lives!

Mozart changes the color
of eyes from deep blue
to see green.
Work with me and I'll
summon up everyone's
artificial ancient animals.

Sleek thin machines
whizz with mechanism
pumping out more and more
machines to make machines
to make metals
for more machines.
Shine chrome greased
and spinning while
white coated retrievers
pace exactly random,
occasionally checking
their clip boards.
Machines whizz on,
we could tune a cello
with their perfect hum.
We could tune a tuning fork
with their perfect hum.
Machines for materials
for machines that melt
and remold old machines
to new.  Born machines.
Wet black discs
slide clean downward
only to spiral
upward again.

Clarinet to oboe,
slurred crescendo
back down in again.

Then forward:
Back,
Up,
Left,
and left music
back down in again.

"Where's our end?"
and back down in again.

"I see the top!"
and back down in again.

"Talk to me, please!"
and back down in again.

"Throw me a float!"
and back down in again.

And sink, and sink
back down in again
back down in again
back down in again

they say everything ends.
shall we prove them *wrong?

The magnolia smile of yours beaming with startling radiance,
The inconspicuous/electric stimulant touch
of your fingers swerving across the slight of my shoulder,
Polychromatic fireworks at twilight,
imploding like reticent galaxies,
at the sight of you
within my hapless/star crossed self,
Pebbles & beads on marked destinations
on the atlas of our hands,
Your lush lips on me,
cause aching thunders to rage
within this bottled up hail storm within the silhouette of me,
I//Conjure flowers in the back of your esthetical/messy hair,
Constancy and infinity.
Mine.

*To let go.

We may be a tangent line
Meant to meet only once,
There is one thing i'm sure of tho
That moment I held your eyes with mine
I swear we were infinite



Leigh Herondale   *August 2015

The stars hang sleeping in a salted sky
as faulted feet tread paths worn smooth
all is stilled and all is awry
and the whispers of the wind
have nothing to prove.

The blackness is crushed velvet,
to be caressed with his touch
as distance travelled is at once
precise and all too much

for the stars are awake now
as I lie happy in this taxing grip;
he loves me imperfectly
and we are the sinking ship.

On the border of unknown,
waves crash into shore.
The waters chill grabs my ankles, like a ball and chain.

Somewhere in the infinite,
there's not a single sound.
But right now on this beach there's something singing underground.

The vastness of the ocean,
it's something we can't see.
It stretches far beyond the likes of infinity.

And while I stand here straddling,
the known and the unknown,
I hope you hear the songs I sing for those I used to know.

What am I afraid of?
Here is some sort of list,
I'm afraid of snakes, bugs, bats, birds, and nearly anything that can fly!
Those aren't the only things I'm afraid of that are also alive though.
I'm afraid of horses, piranhas, elephants and heights
Pregnancy, loud noises, hospitals and walking outside alone at night.
I could probably go on and on with this list because fear is somewhat infinite and I will
I'm afraid of loud noises, being left behind and the germs of childhood friends and others who could've smothered them on my pillow from drooling at night
I'm afraid of school, females, males, and people in general. Failing. Falling. Drowning and death. Who knew there could be so many things haunting me?
****. Bridges that are taller than me, being lied to, aging, and foods that are too spicy.. It may sound childish, just stay away from me if you're eating spicy calamari..


Did you think I was done? Because I've only just begun..
I'm afraid of situations, such as when people distance themselves from me too quickly. It ties into my fear of being left behind,
Don't abandon me.
I'm afraid of my mom, needles, parties and more it's mostly because of past experience, but I'll leave out the gore..

It's not the game
we think we play
there are no winners
no losers
life is not
something we do
it's what we are
immeasurably complex
heartachingly simple
tiny spools of life
threads of time
woven together
so tight
that sometimes we feel
indestructible
our rough ends left
floating in the open
reach out
to join the web
adrift upon infinity's breath
sparks within the current
occasionally we unravel