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Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
A shiver, a chill, a softly spoken whisper
The nights go on in their frosty manner
Spring won't arrive soon enough
A winter moon reveals all the night
She revels in the sky and swims with stars
She is always there, even when she is not
The grass crunches under the steps of a wanderer
The wandering mind is eager for warm rest
Warmth is found in the arms of a lover
And in the heart of the fighter
The night sky, bespeckled, is the only witness
To a passionate and desirous bliss
A shiver, a chill, a secret
The dreams continue in their wishful state
March won't arrive soon enough
The sun rises on a thick blanket of snow
He has the sky to himself, not a cloud to hide behind
He visits me every day and hugs me with his rays
The snow reveals the tracks of the wanderer
The wandering heart beats on
010813
Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
Made in the Eighties
Found my Goosebumps collection
Nickelodeon
hahahaha
I think the thing I miss most about the nineties is Nickelodeon
the game shows, Stick, the cartoons and other shows... Are you afraid of the Dark?, Kenan and Kel, ALL THAT, Salute Your Shorts!!!, Clarissa Explains it all, Secret World of Alex Mack....
The music, the movies, **** the nineties were a little glorious........
Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
hello, fire
I know you
seen you through
and stayed for you
first and last
love and best
no distress
just press
a delicate flicker
beautiful dance
just a blaze
seared in my heart
intense heat
enticing flame
all night long
morning embers
071509
Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
I see them - in their veil of smelly, grey death
******* the life out of their death stick
Their teeth are rotten, like their breath
their lungs are as brown and nearly useless as their ****
They can't get a grip so they grasp on this cigarette
Every time they cough, I scoff at their demise
Maybe they should smoke a reeferette
their outlook and attitude would be better yet.
012709
Another oldie I dug up......
I wrote this while I was studying in the library in college, overlooking the smoking patio.
It looked like a scene out of the African safari, beasts gathered round a watering hole
Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
The ground beneath the stiff leaves is frozen. The cold, brisk air invades my lungs, I exhale, my breath visible. I step over fallen branches and tugged by thorny vines. A red tail hawk screeches overhead, this is a sign of good luck. There is no path, no trail to mark our way, just an old, flat railroad bed surrounded by walls of shale, blown up for the path of the train so long ago. The only ties to remind of the rail are the rotting, moss covered ties that once were a part of a bridge that would have carried the train over a small creek between two steep hills. I see a fox burrow, and it's escape hatch is one of the hollowed railroad ties. I want to be a fox... The trek down this hill is not easy, thorny blackberry bushes and fallen trees impede progress. At the bottom, the small, bubbly creek is frozen at the edges, traveling under rocks and continuing its ancient path. I look up the hill that I just descended, and wonder how the return will go. Keep moving. The next hill will be easier, there are no thorny tangles, just treacherous leaf litter that will give under my feet if I don't find the right footing. The trick is to dig my boots into the ground as if I'm on steps. These hills are steep. Finally at the top, I look back at this little spring valley, I'm not that high up, but what view. Here, there is a dilapidated tree stand, falling apart from years of neglect and weather. Surrounded by deep leaf litter, there is a patch of rich dark earth, a buck has marked his spot, his round pellets are nearby. The saplings catch my hair as I walk by, and at these moments I am thankful for this cold snap that took care of the ticks. A creepy feeling takes over me, so thankful for this snap. A few feet further, as I watch where I am walking, another tussled bit of earth and I notice some interesting ****. It's furry and light grey; I poke it with my stick and find a small skull when I turn a piece over. Owl. I continue my walk, I didn't come here to play with poo. The last time I took this hike was three years ago, on a similar frigid day. It was a lot easier to make it through the shale valleys. Last summer, a wind storm felled trees and took out power for two weeks. The evidence of that derecho is clear here in this untouched forest. I remembered a tree, which now is a fallen giant, that had lost it's bark. The bark had separated and laid around this tree like a woman's skirt around her ankles. Now the tree lies with it's bark. I pass another tree I recognize whose branch extends out but zig zags up and down, as if it had three elbows. The tree signifies my next move, to descend from the flat railroad bed, down to a creek that flows through the tunnel that would have carried the train. The creek is considerably larger than the last creek I could step across. Descending towards the creek leads me over moss covered rocks and limbs, still bearing snow. Outside the tunnel, the hill walls are large stones, covered in a thick layer of moss, some of which has started to fall off due to heaviness. There's a sort of ice shelf in the creek, it's three layers thick and can support my one hundred and twenty pounds. Laying across the creek is another derecho-felled tree. Some sort of critter has crawled on this, using it to avoid the water below and as a short cut up the hill. His claw marks are covering the the limb, a few are more clear, it looks as if the creature almost slipped off. His claw marks show a desperate cling. I walk through the tunnel, in the mud and water; the creek echoes inside. I look above. There are drainage holes lining the ceiling, one is clogged by a giant icicle. I imagine the train that used to ride over this tunnel, I pretend to hear it and feel the rumbling. The last time we were here, we found cow skeletons. We placed a few heads on branches and one over the tunnel. We stuck a jaw, complete with herbivore teeth, into the mossy wall and a hip bone on a sapling. The hip bone reminded us of Predator's mask in the movie. All these bones are turning green. When I was here before, there was a bone half submerged in the creek; I had taken a picture of it but today, it isn't here. I'm sure it was washed away. After our exploration of the previous visit, we turned back. We are cold again, can't stay in one place too long. I climb through the deep leaf litter and over the rocks back to the railroad bed. Passing all the things I've already seen and spotting things I missed. I find two more fox burrows. They utilized the shale rock and burrowed underneath the jutting formations. Hidden coming from the south, the gaping openings seem welcoming from the north. My friends, the spelunkers and climber, want to descend into the darkness but I remind them, it is an hour to sundown, our trek is hard enough with overcast daylight. Wisdom prevails. We pass a tree, we didn't notice before, that was struck by lightening. The cedar tree was split in two and fell down the shale wall. I see the evidence of the burn and a smoldered residue at the base. Nature has a cruel way of recycling. The downed tree still has snow on it and the path of a raccoon is visible, I like the paws of *****. Though the way is flat, the walls of shale tower above us, limiting routes. At one point I can't see through the fallen trees I have to pass through. I have to crab walk under, crawl over, duck again and find my way around the thorny collections of bare black berry bushes. Finally into a clearing, still surrounded by sharp shale, there is another wall covered in inches of thick, healthy moss. I place my hand, taking time to stroke the furry wall. My hand leaves an imprint. I wonder how long that will last.. Back down the steep hill up and up the thorny tangle. I know I'm on the right path up, I see the fox's hole through the railroad tie, and his entrance burrow up the hill. Going down was definitely easier. The summit is literally overgrown with thorns, there is no clear path through. It is, again, impossible to see through the tangle of limbs and saplings and more thorns. Somehow we make it through. We are close to breaking off this path. We know this by the remains of a cow skeleton that more than likely fell from the top of the shale cliff. Femurs and ribs and jaws abound. On the last trip, we placed a hip bone in the "Y" of a sapling. The young tree has claimed it, growing around it. We add a piece of jaw to the tree's ornamentation and move on. We climb down from the railroad bed to our car - parked on the side of the road with a white towel in the window so that no one suspects a group of people walking through private property, past faded NO TRESPASSING signs.

When I undress for bed later, there are many small scratches up and down my legs from those ****** thorny vines. I'm okay with that, it's better than searching for ticks in my head.
I couldn't write a 'poem' about this hike. It was too full of nature.
Toni Seychelle Feb 2013
Sleeping has cost me
Dreams about Birds
Exotic and Pretty
Colorful and dead

Brain, why?

The first night
I spoke to the abandoned
left behind by ****** owners
because they live more full lives
than humans could ever dream
Big and Fluffy
Beautiful creatures

The second night
I lived among them
In an apiary of my own
their light, hearty songs
Ringing in my ears
Then I woke to that
outside my window

The third night
I felt stressed
My small bird
grey with colorful wings
kept flying away
I wanted it in it's cage
I wanted to play with it, too
He kept losing his feathers, balding
And finally, he died in my hands
Limp

The fourth night
I don't sleep well
The fifth night
I sleep worse
I don't retain
those nights' dreams

Brain, why?
anybody out there dream analyzers ?
I can kind of piece it together... I'm afraid to sleep tonight.....
I don't own any and haven't seen an exotic or pet bird in a long long time
I used to own a small grey parrot with green and red wings, but he flew away when I was ten....
Toni Seychelle Jan 2013
while I sat pondering in my own garden  
the moon's silent silver rays called upon me
a voice in the breeze danced among tall grass
whispering and urging me to play
I lay back and let the willow wish me

tickled
bemused
silenced


I schemed a star streak across the sky
then many more after its first spark
it rained on me celestial crystals

all at once, the wishes of the my eternal youth
rushed forward in play and desire and dream
play screamed
desire rolled
and dream gleamed


I found myself uplifted in the dark blue sky
floating in your dream wave
tossed in your delightful currents
resting in your warm soul

if a fool ever crossed my path
a presence he'd never known or seen
it would be mine
before another's
that he'd bear
and indulge
before straying
it's pulling
and pulling




I breathe your fire
I burn in your gaze
I dance for you
oh don't you know
I dance for you
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I had to post this, though it's one of my oldest...
This one is dedicated to my 17yr old self
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