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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
it perches on my rounded lips
as a bird prepared for flight.
I will fill it with my soul
until it's bulging - days stretched
so thin they hardly separate
and butterfly mornings blur
into strawberry eves.
In a blink it will be gone,
a breath too hard and
Autumn in My BloodLustrous morning jeweled with dew
Spirited brown sugar winds
Summer's haze is stripped away
The sky shines like crystal
Every tree a tapestry
A masterpiece of color
Lively air spices my lungs
And whips my hair around me
The earth is awake with every fiber
A festival of roguish splendor
Beauty, Concerning a Spider WebDew drops catch the first light
From the rising sun, still stretching
As it awakens for another day,
It’s routine tasks unchanged.
The shadows shrink as the new day dawns,
The heat of day lighting up everything.
Not much is hidden from its scorching rays
As the day burns on.
The web, now devoid of moisture,
Is hidden from view, remaining
Invisible to all who pass it by,
Its beauty unrecognized.
As the sun starts it's eventual descent,
The world becomes restless as the
Light it adjusted to for vision
Starts to fade.
Shadows stretch across the ground,
Darkness slowly taking over as
The moon graces the sky, taking watch
Over the world below.
Soft white light bathes the world,
Dancing along the surface and
Adding a sense of wonder.
And the spider web, forgotten during
The day, now catches the moonlight as it
Dances along it's threads, bringing it to life.
Nature then readies to repeat its melody.
Last Days of AutumnDays grow shorter, the air more chill and crisp
Sweaters will be replaced with coats in a matter of days
Awaiting the final leaf of autumn to fall
Cool breezes shift gears into frigid winds
Gray clouds blanket the once blue sky
The sun hiding its shy face behind the the dyed cotton puffs
Rakes and leaf blowers emerge from hibernation in their garage dens
Wildlife gather the last of their food for a three-month slumber
Soon rain will be substituted with snow
As the last days of autumn come and go
Opening welcome arms for Christmas, for school holidays, for New Year's
Bidding farewell to autumn and good day to winter
the creekilluminated green shivers
slender brown skeletons bear their life-giving factories
thick brown spines burrow deeper
water rolls and falls over ancient pressed earth
taking some with it on its journey
challenging the fish with its never ending agility
dainty aviators alight on tall grass
their iridescent bodies scatter sun
the light which makes the whole place glow
little skaters skate on melted, moving ice that bends to their will
they skate in groups, they scatter when approached
their long insect legs splayed
small birds whistle for attention
black-feathered scavengers boast about themselves
shrill cries come from birds of prey
bare-headed vultures are silent, only watchful and observant
New MoonI saw garish eyes of the skies
Sun and Moon in the ties
The husky east wind blew
Playing that dusky tune
The day effaced itself
Extinguishing it's hearth
The evening mourning time
When day and night combine
Then I saw springing stars
Blooming in nightly tars
Falling from their affixion
Burning out from the friction
Looking like fiery slashes
Turning out into ashes
I didn't make a wish
Not to feel too selfish
White clouds dyed black by night
Covered the sky ruining the sight
Lower and lower the moon went down
Behind the horizon to finally drown
Like into attar to bless a new morn
When Sun peeked afar, a new day was born
Halfassed Nature poemYou took my body
from the end
to the end.
You have become a parasite.
Bigger than the ones that ride
Tore me limb to limb.
Like the laws of nature
like a mother
I will set you to right.
shall be put to control.
Put to rest.
Like any other species
I will send a disease.
This epidemic will bring balance.
The loss will cut the numbers
just as you did to me.
And I shall claim myself back.
Unpleased with the creatures that have possessed me.
I cleans myself.
I will fight for myself.
My name is Earth.
ConstellationsInterconnections is quite intriguing
On one side you have brilliance
The other is dull to everyone else's view
The beauty of it all is the line...
The small line between amazing and wow
For what we hear is, "there's the silver lining!"
"The great dipper! I can see it!"
For the small diamonds are multiplying
They never leave and are our foundation
For we make a wish on a little light
We say please come true!
We rub our hands together and close our eyes tight
Tight enough to see the stars in our heart
We allow the light shine
And let the stars take us away
For everyone that wishes on a star builds something grand
They build a bridge that connects our hopes and dreams
And when we see it in the sky we build our little name
The name of infinity and beauty
Our little constellation in the sky
The SkyGo Outside and lay on the Grass
Look up toward the Sky
The Sky is like an Ocean,
And white Sea foam
Watch the Clouds shift slowly,
As they make their way across the Sky
As they travel,
spots of blue peak through the cracks
Nowhere to be seen
Hiding behind the misty Clouds
The Breeze blows gently
The Crickets chirp happily
Clouds form pictures to entertain
A silly face,
Or a mythical creature
One never gets bored,
Whilst watching the Sky
Be it Day,
To be free to move as a Cloud,
How wonderful it could be
Up above with deep blues,
And gentle whites
Take the time,
To go Outside,
And enjoy the Sky
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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