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NotebookWrinkled cover, scratchy fringes
Worn out backing, crumpled pages
Loosened notes and ripped up drawings
Faded color, senseless scrawling.
Lovely songs with twisted meaning
Abandon notes for luck of cheating
Perfect lines like cold cell bars
Keep the words held where they are.
Paper thin and razor edged
Perfect weapon, word "alleged"
Evading pain, weave a lie
Words a tool for those most sly.
Blunt-force trauma, choose a secret
Like a brick to those who keep it
Or slit throats, slow and easy
Words of romance, flawless victory.
InstitutionalizedShe stands before the glass
waiting for the lies.
But they never come.
Because the darkened walls
have soaked them up
on a Sunday afternoon,
and he'll never understand
that this was all a test
The parallel parking section
that no one truly passes,
simply sliding by with a D+
But sobriety will be the culprit
for being too damn hard
for some to take with a grain of salt
As she likes to live.
A warm, charming smile
settles in the curves of her skin
waiting for the lies.
Bad Habits Die HardI wake up on the floor, broken. I didn't even open my eyes. I know what I've done. Me arm is so sore... I had done it again. Without even thinking. Without regrets.
I should tidy up before mother gets home. She works so hard, I would hate to make her clean. Caked blood comes off tile easily with a warm washcloth. My shirt, though, will need to be destroyed. Evidence.
RelapseShe spilled her soul down the bathtub drain
Hoping it would let her rest at ease a while,
But what she didn't know was that each time
It left closer to the darkness she feared.
This subtle message was a cry for help,
Not knowing she screamed in a foreign language.
The only one with the means to rescue her gave up
On trying for the girl who never stopped drowning.
Acceptance was the sword that pierced her heart
Worse than any chastisement could have scratched.
For the only words that could have saved her were
Lies like "I love you" and "Please don't, for me."
Beyond Repair Drip, drip, drip. What a pretty sound the rain made on the bay window. I love the rain in Olympia. It was like an entire orchestra was performing just for me. Nobody else understood my way of thinking. I enjoy the little things in life, like the rain and my cute beagle puppy Maggie. She's the only family I have aside from Mom and Dad. My parents were probably sitting in the living room watching the plasma T.V. bickering back and forth for the remote.
That remote. I can't say how many times that little square of plastic with all it's dazzling little rubber buttons has cost me precious memories with Daddy. Ever since Mom left us here in Utah for her Hollywood boyfriend, the poor man has been glued to the couch, leaving me to take care of my little brothers. They've been all kinds of upset ever since our pet cat Checkers was put down. None of us wanted him to go, but it was for the best. One helluva Christmas present
30. Under the RainWhen it Rained
Hearing how the water fall
hits the roof
There has been many
who I don't know
to become lost
when it rained
They walk the path
and there is only one way
since it's too hot
when sun still shines
we'll get burned again
so then we are gone
when it rains
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Second DestinationOn the upside down mountain
Colored oil black
I saw a house there
Front of it the bridge
between the mountain and a
200 floors high building
while 10 children
were running on the roof
All died in the fall
And so was my
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Astronaut, calling from Soilthe astronaut landed
on a nylon moon.
the walls of net allowed no entry
he had a frail bronze skin,
so had a suit of emerald.
and six twig legs were
state of the art, back on Soil.
a giant monster,
jeans and pink and t-shirt,
attacked him in sudden, accidental savagery.
now the astronaut is shutting down,
all in the name of letting a giant
get higher than he needed to.
Moon CycleRare pearl in the sky,
You are ever-changing,
Eluding my grasp
As you dance
In your smiling arc
Around the world.
Like the tide,
My heart is overcome
By your gravitational pull;
my darkest nights of the soul.
All I can do
Is to watch
Until you come full circle.
The Little FellowsI bought a house to fill another's needs,
just a simple little house to give them a shelter.
On an impulsive inspiration,
I also bought some food to go with the house.
Again, nothing fancy,
nothing that'd make a dent in my pocketbook,
just enough to provide them a meal.
Driving home through the snow,
I didn't dawdle,
My dinner was waiting,
and I had yet to give them my gift.
Once at home,
I stopped a moment in the snow,
then ran inside and cooked my meal,
took my seat by the fire,
and waited for my gift to be found.
It took a while,
but they soon came,
the little birds to make their claim,
and dislodging snow.
It was supposed to be spring,
but it still snowed,
delaying the birds from building their nests.
For that I felt sorry for the little fellows,
for with the snow they had no home.
Though free on wings,
they still suffer the weather.
The price of wings,
is that they're miserable, cold fellows in the snow.
Lovely WeatherWalking home is ecstasy when clouds decide to cry
To pout with their big puffy lips and spin the wind around
Creating a ballet too elegant to be seen by the eyes of man
It's simply too bad that more people aren't crazy enough
To reach up and ask the lonely clouds to dance.
The puddles create little portals, through which
The world is reflected back against itself more clearly
And on a rainy day the droplets hit these mirrors hard
Shattering the peace to reach back toward the sky
If only they could bounce high enough to return home.
Leaves cling to each other in the gutters or in yards
Hoping for a ray of sun to pierce the biting cold
Or a wandering child to kick up their close packed piles
And free them from their lovely clumps of color
So that they could once again freely fly.
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