Read hp every second day or so
and see a few poems never move off the trend page.

Maybe my imagination, but seems they are stuck there.
Some poems stay put, like glue that won't come off,
Eyes get tired of same old.

Is the page stuck or frozen....?
Would like to see the page refreshed.

i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.

eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

pouring
from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words

but was blank.
because
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my
heart

to describe
just
what you

had left
of me.

Whose hands am I in?
Right now
Right now
Feet in the shoes
But whose hands am in?
In the hands of my brain?
On tendons and nerves
Jungles reacting
Reaction and swinging
On the branches of my eyes
Whose face is it?
It is the reflections face
Or mine
Is this me
Is this what I breath through
Is that what I raise in surprise
Is me this
Is me that
I have to know
I need to know
If this body is mine
Or else
This is a cage
a box
A cube
Four walls, the ceiling and floor
Am I standing on the ceiling
Is my head facing the wall?
In altitude I start swimming
Jump and float
Here I am
Found myself
In the corner
And now the world is upside-down
She is smiling and tears are dripping over her forehead
He is picking up his pen and birds are flying backwards
To the ground
Hitting
Smashing
Pumpkin
Seeds
Everywhere on the ceiling
Everything is held by the joints
With stainless steel made in china strings
No screws in my kneecaps
Elbows in straight lines
Pulled by the gravity
My eyes get ****** out of their sockets
And I fall backwards, too
Where everyone is screaming and laughing
Well I don't know how to talk and explain,
From right to left
From finish to start
In perfect order
Like they do

Stars.
They shine bright, emitting light to our night sky.
They shine for the people, for us to stare in wonder.
Selfless, loving, and beautiful.
To inspire. To wish upon.
Star.
Loren wanted to be a star.


But stars die too.
They never last forever.
They can only stand for so long.
They give in, imploding into a black hole, becoming something that ***** in everything, turning them into nothing.
If they're ever noticed, they're feared of.
Otherwise, they're forgotten, never given any attention.
Stars die too.
Loren wanted to be a star.

a whole spectrum of color
continuously poured into my eyes
as i walked between leaves, under the bright sun
and time, past and present, whipped past me,
faster and faster, as i strolled through this garden.

my nose twitched to every new smell
bakery, vanilla, lavender,
my mother's cooking
this creamy, lovely perfume
my nose twitched to my childhood

i stopped along this path
to find it suddenly became night.
i peered into the leaves for light,
and was granted visions from other perspectives.
other people. such bright lives.

i came across my own vision.
it was of the present.
i saw myself peering into leaves,
during the middle of the night.

i turned and saw myself.
a reflection? i snapped.

the colors disappeared.
the smells refused to come close to me.
evening.
the beach was close by.
where am i?

~-~-~-~-~

on the way home
one thought fought every other:

that truly was
the garden of dreams.

I was always a different one
Out of place with hair undone
Seeker of the fates unknown
Collector of dead rats and their bones
I loved the chill that made bones ache
The desert's sun that kills and bakes
I lay upon the mountain tops
In all kinds of weather and falling rocks
I hid in the forest where
none could see
Swam muddy waters of the Tennessee
I give thanks when none is due
For the seeing eye over all I do
I was never planning on staying long
The mindful plans knew that all along
So the plans of rats and man
Are far beyond us to understand