The dust collects in whirlwinds
around here.
Little tornadoes
of junk.
Round and round
up and back down.
Maybe this time...
this'll be it...
maybe this time.
But back down
it goes.
Little whirlwinds of junk.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
The Serpent 11/26/13
The Serpent is coming.
Eyes flashing yellow.
Coiled in.
Coiled out.
Fangs dripping
with venom.
He smirks.
Slit tongue,
horned brows
and all.
Gracefully writhing,
entrancing
all in his spectrum.
When the crowd collects,
silence.
stillness.
patience.
Breath inaudible,
Smirk constant.
He contracts
.
.
.
and strikes.
Engulfed by the scream
I awoke.
Shaking,
ran to the sink,
splashed water on my face.
A glimpse.
Eyes flashing yellow.
The Serpent is here.
Eyes flashing yellow.
Coiled in.
Coiled out.
Fangs dripping
with venom.
He smirks.
Slit tongue,
horned brows
and all.
Gracefully writhing,
entrancing
all in his spectrum.
When the crowd collects,
silence.
stillness.
patience.
Breath inaudible,
Smirk constant.
He contracts
.
.
.
and strikes.
Engulfed by the scream
I awoke.
Shaking,
ran to the sink,
splashed water on my face.
A glimpse.
Eyes flashing yellow.
The Serpent is here.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Wounded. 11/13/13
A thunderous boom slashes through the still forest.
A soft thud follows.
Heavy, pained breathing,
intermittent whimpers.
It had startled the others,
but besides the initial shock it went unnoticed.
There in the thicket,
a doe.
Blood was erupting from the bullet hole
yet she would not die;
the shot was not fatal.
Taking her time, she tried to stand.
Stumbling, crying out
from the pain shooting through her weakened legs.
She fell again,
cutting her cheek on a stone.
But she was determined.
Removing her weight from her injury,
she was able to stand.
But she couldn't stop the bleeding.
She staggered on,
blood trails staining the ground behind her,
marking her history.
She knew she wouldn't die
but the blood kept coming.
She could feel it leaving her body,
trickling down,
seemingly endlessly.
But she knew she would not die.
She had reached the shelter,
But still the crimson cape
flew from the black, gaping hole.
Turning her head to face the wound for the first time,
she saw that a piece of the bullet was still there
lodged under her broken skin.
That's what was causing the bleeding.
Sharply, courageously, she pulled it out.
The agony was unlike anything she could have imagined.
The blood poured out in buckets over the dried forest floor
And the doe fainted from the pain.
When she finally awoke,
the bleeding had stopped.
And a thin layer of skin had begun to close the wound.
A soft thud follows.
Heavy, pained breathing,
intermittent whimpers.
It had startled the others,
but besides the initial shock it went unnoticed.
There in the thicket,
a doe.
Blood was erupting from the bullet hole
yet she would not die;
the shot was not fatal.
Taking her time, she tried to stand.
Stumbling, crying out
from the pain shooting through her weakened legs.
She fell again,
cutting her cheek on a stone.
But she was determined.
Removing her weight from her injury,
she was able to stand.
But she couldn't stop the bleeding.
She staggered on,
blood trails staining the ground behind her,
marking her history.
She knew she wouldn't die
but the blood kept coming.
She could feel it leaving her body,
trickling down,
seemingly endlessly.
But she knew she would not die.
She had reached the shelter,
But still the crimson cape
flew from the black, gaping hole.
Turning her head to face the wound for the first time,
she saw that a piece of the bullet was still there
lodged under her broken skin.
That's what was causing the bleeding.
Sharply, courageously, she pulled it out.
The agony was unlike anything she could have imagined.
The blood poured out in buckets over the dried forest floor
And the doe fainted from the pain.
When she finally awoke,
the bleeding had stopped.
And a thin layer of skin had begun to close the wound.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Anonymous. 10/27/2013
It was a quiet night
still, but vibrant.
There was an intangible anticipation
packed densely into the fog,
Yet no one seemed to feel it.
Suddenly, a figure emerged,
silently gazing at the road ahead of him.
Expectant.
He stood there alone
for a minute or more
As if he knew something was coming.
He couldn't go alone
.
Another figure joined him.
A girl, standing half a step behind,
looking ahead, with the same pensive air.
Even in the darkness
the beauty that embodied her was evident.
In her stillness she exuded it
gracefully, unknowingly.
Within seconds, the figures were joined by another,
her better half.
He was something different
something special.
The night's mystery didn't frighten him,
if it did, he hid it well,
buried deep amongst his many scars.
He was beautiful too,
painfully beautiful.
But unlike the girl,
his beauty was subtle, concealed, and incredibly deep.
Finally the picture was complete,
The three of them, side by side.
Silhouettes washed by the gentle moonlight,
looking straight ahead.
Then, as if by command, they started to walk,
slowly, harmoniously forward.
Still silent, the second boy gently put an arm around the girl,
over her shoulders and her long raven hair.
They kept walking.
A moment so pure it could bring one to tears.
Through the fog and under the stars the three of them walked together
And in this way, with his arm still resting around the shoulders of the girl,
I watched the only boy I've ever loved disappear into the night.
still, but vibrant.
There was an intangible anticipation
packed densely into the fog,
Yet no one seemed to feel it.
Suddenly, a figure emerged,
silently gazing at the road ahead of him.
Expectant.
He stood there alone
for a minute or more
As if he knew something was coming.
He couldn't go alone
.
Another figure joined him.
A girl, standing half a step behind,
looking ahead, with the same pensive air.
Even in the darkness
the beauty that embodied her was evident.
In her stillness she exuded it
gracefully, unknowingly.
Within seconds, the figures were joined by another,
her better half.
He was something different
something special.
The night's mystery didn't frighten him,
if it did, he hid it well,
buried deep amongst his many scars.
He was beautiful too,
painfully beautiful.
But unlike the girl,
his beauty was subtle, concealed, and incredibly deep.
Finally the picture was complete,
The three of them, side by side.
Silhouettes washed by the gentle moonlight,
looking straight ahead.
Then, as if by command, they started to walk,
slowly, harmoniously forward.
Still silent, the second boy gently put an arm around the girl,
over her shoulders and her long raven hair.
They kept walking.
A moment so pure it could bring one to tears.
Through the fog and under the stars the three of them walked together
And in this way, with his arm still resting around the shoulders of the girl,
I watched the only boy I've ever loved disappear into the night.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Criteria. 08/20/13
Recently I've had some time to think.
About where you went wrong,
Where I did.
And for once, in looking forward, I've started considering what I want,
What I need.
I need someone who can't help but smile when they see me coming toward them from a distance.
Someone who's heart skips a beat when my name lights up on their phone.
A person who can look into my eyes and know that I mean everything I say.
I need someone who allows me to swim deep in happiness without the fear of drowning.
Someone who's very being is a magnet to me,
something I can't and don't want to escape.
I need someone who makes me grateful for my every breath
and allows me to soar far past my potential.
I need someone who believes in me
who doesn't try to change me
who is willing to fight for me
I need someone who needs me.
Anyone else is a waste of my time.
About where you went wrong,
Where I did.
And for once, in looking forward, I've started considering what I want,
What I need.
I need someone who can't help but smile when they see me coming toward them from a distance.
Someone who's heart skips a beat when my name lights up on their phone.
A person who can look into my eyes and know that I mean everything I say.
I need someone who allows me to swim deep in happiness without the fear of drowning.
Someone who's very being is a magnet to me,
something I can't and don't want to escape.
I need someone who makes me grateful for my every breath
and allows me to soar far past my potential.
I need someone who believes in me
who doesn't try to change me
who is willing to fight for me
I need someone who needs me.
Anyone else is a waste of my time.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Exordium 7/17/2013
A crackling sound splits the silence of the still air.
Small, insignificant at first,
the swift light jumps from leaf to leaf,
powerfully luminous in the darkness.
The orchestra crescendos
conducted by the wild breeze.
Providing a perfect cover for the cantrip creeping below.
Silent shadows rise from the light,
thick, formless and potent.
Fervent with freedom, they dance through the sky
painting it primrose.
Without warning, the landscape is doused in sepia
And that which has not already been overrun
waits in patient anticipation.
The flames rise high but the smoke rises higher
until the line between embered ground and amber clouds disappears.
Helios himself blushes pink in comparison to the residue
of the fearsome flames.
A black death coats the endurant earth
and ash covers the mighty mountains.
In the land around, traces of the past fall like snowflakes,
silvery grey memories,
melting to the touch,
disintegrating in the wind.
It's raining ghosts.
Small, insignificant at first,
the swift light jumps from leaf to leaf,
powerfully luminous in the darkness.
The orchestra crescendos
conducted by the wild breeze.
Providing a perfect cover for the cantrip creeping below.
Silent shadows rise from the light,
thick, formless and potent.
Fervent with freedom, they dance through the sky
painting it primrose.
Without warning, the landscape is doused in sepia
And that which has not already been overrun
waits in patient anticipation.
The flames rise high but the smoke rises higher
until the line between embered ground and amber clouds disappears.
Helios himself blushes pink in comparison to the residue
of the fearsome flames.
A black death coats the endurant earth
and ash covers the mighty mountains.
In the land around, traces of the past fall like snowflakes,
silvery grey memories,
melting to the touch,
disintegrating in the wind.
It's raining ghosts.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Stairway to Heaven 3/14/2013
I steal through the night, like a songbird in flight,
And I fly to the edge of my meaning.
I'm not sure why I go, or if my step is controlled
yet I feel that my pace is quickening.
And I'm seeking a stairway to heaven.
And I look to the sea which beckons me to be free,
but I know now that "free" brings a burden.
And I look to the sky as a tear leaves my eye,
'Cause I know that my heart is still beating.
It makes me wonder.
I can feel in my bones that which you always condone.
But I know now why you so fear it.
There's a light I can see. It's so painful I bleed,
and this blood is what colors my feeling.
It makes me wonder.
I'm not sure where to hide or who's on my side,
but the eyes in the trees are telling.
And I see that I'm stuck; now my world's run a muck
Though my thoughts just keep tumbling forward.
I feel a million eyes surround me, I know they bound me,
but the comfort there I just can't shake.
I know that we are all just sleeping, I see you weeping
for a life that we're afraid to lead.
And it makes me wonder.
What would it take for us to be free and not so lonely,
If we're tied down by our own chains?
A light lines the path that we're taking, now we awaken
To face the light of the new day.
And do you listen to the wind?
It whispers louder than it sings.
It tells the stories of the old.
Without our fear, life unfolds.
And though we struggle to be free,
Our limitation's all we see.
A transcendence is what we need,
Space to move and air to breathe,
To free our soul and break the mold.
And we're finding a stairway to heaven.
And I fly to the edge of my meaning.
I'm not sure why I go, or if my step is controlled
yet I feel that my pace is quickening.
And I'm seeking a stairway to heaven.
And I look to the sea which beckons me to be free,
but I know now that "free" brings a burden.
And I look to the sky as a tear leaves my eye,
'Cause I know that my heart is still beating.
It makes me wonder.
I can feel in my bones that which you always condone.
But I know now why you so fear it.
There's a light I can see. It's so painful I bleed,
and this blood is what colors my feeling.
It makes me wonder.
I'm not sure where to hide or who's on my side,
but the eyes in the trees are telling.
And I see that I'm stuck; now my world's run a muck
Though my thoughts just keep tumbling forward.
I feel a million eyes surround me, I know they bound me,
but the comfort there I just can't shake.
I know that we are all just sleeping, I see you weeping
for a life that we're afraid to lead.
And it makes me wonder.
What would it take for us to be free and not so lonely,
If we're tied down by our own chains?
A light lines the path that we're taking, now we awaken
To face the light of the new day.
And do you listen to the wind?
It whispers louder than it sings.
It tells the stories of the old.
Without our fear, life unfolds.
And though we struggle to be free,
Our limitation's all we see.
A transcendence is what we need,
Space to move and air to breathe,
To free our soul and break the mold.
And we're finding a stairway to heaven.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
White as Snow 2/22/2013
I see you.
I know what you're doing.
Do you purposely set me up like this
so I can watch you destroy yourself?
Time after time,
Always saying this will be the last.
Every time, you lie to my face,
and every time you look me in the eye
almost defiantly as you go back on your word.
You know I see you.
It makes you uncomfortable,
Yet you don't change the ritual...
Why?
Maybe it's a hope,
A hope that your conscience
will no longer be muted, silenced.
Maybe its a form of torture,
or a reminder of sorts.
So you are aware of exactly what you're losing.
In front of your friends I serve only one purpose.
Yet I know that as you clear the last of the snow,
I mean more than that.
You see me. You see you.
You see your flaws.
You see the person you used to be.
Your fear, your cowardice becomes unmasked
to a point where, if you move forward,
you can't escape it.
It challenges your every line.
Each blow hits deeper and deeper.
Until, once again, you've lost.
Once again, you swear "never again."
But as soon as your eye catches mine
A tinge of despair strikes us both.
Because we both know better.
We both know you're coming back.
I know what you're doing.
Do you purposely set me up like this
so I can watch you destroy yourself?
Time after time,
Always saying this will be the last.
Every time, you lie to my face,
and every time you look me in the eye
almost defiantly as you go back on your word.
You know I see you.
It makes you uncomfortable,
Yet you don't change the ritual...
Why?
Maybe it's a hope,
A hope that your conscience
will no longer be muted, silenced.
Maybe its a form of torture,
or a reminder of sorts.
So you are aware of exactly what you're losing.
In front of your friends I serve only one purpose.
Yet I know that as you clear the last of the snow,
I mean more than that.
You see me. You see you.
You see your flaws.
You see the person you used to be.
Your fear, your cowardice becomes unmasked
to a point where, if you move forward,
you can't escape it.
It challenges your every line.
Each blow hits deeper and deeper.
Until, once again, you've lost.
Once again, you swear "never again."
But as soon as your eye catches mine
A tinge of despair strikes us both.
Because we both know better.
We both know you're coming back.
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