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Desert Stone and Cactus Spinethe stones of this desert are made of words
and every spine on any cactus
is a painful point
begging to be driven deep by a tense silence
There was a desert where the sun stayed high
Ever blue as a heartbreak was that forever sky
Above the dust-devil washes where I ran as a child
Among the ripples of sand dunes that stretched out for miles
I wandered alone and learned to be wild
Back in those days, the stones used to fly
And dodging and ducking, to throw back I'd try
But their rain was so heavy, and it hurt when they hit!
So I'd run to my sand dunes, and I'd curse stones a bit
And I'd swear on my soul to someday make those stones quit
I stayed in my desert and swallowed my tears
When I was pelted with stones by the ones that I feared
'Till I discovered the cactus and the points I could make
With the cactus I found the stones easy to take
So as a child I used cactus for my own shildish sake
Now I'm older, I'm prone to deny
Those bright empty days 'neath that heartbroken sky
I don't want
The KeepThe Tower has grown dark and cold
full of little many-legged things
Forever dancing on the slimy floor
The Keep of my heart
When the walls began,
Oh! I fashioned them with small child's hands
So time drifted, and as I grew
It was no surprise that the walls did too
And I fooled the little dancer that came to play
With my child's heart in those dreary days
I'd grit my teeth and stay alone
My castle's Keep, my heart of Stone.
Four courses high, I wasn't even twenty
But I'd mined so much stone I knew there was plenty
I'd just barely started, Ten courses high!
I smiled at the world and turned twenty-five
I was trapping the dancers that came to play
With my stoney heart in those dreary days
I loved the pain, it made my life real
Love it? My God! It was all I could feel!
I turned around and turned thirty-seven
The stone of my heart was almost to heaven
So I put it down, but my heart could not smile
So I sighed and I frowned and walked alone for a while
But the weather was bad, and the trail g
And the Rain fallsBolting from the brushes the Creature moved black glistening claws extended tearing at the over growth of unlucky forest saplings of SuriGuard Forest- Black pupil-less eyes taking in the world in mounting fury- yet fear was there- a pain. The canine creature whirled around sniffing at the night air puffs of steam leaving it's nostrils as it tried to sniff out it's enemy- The Werewolf tried desperately to clear it's thoughts to a more logical level to out-smart this foe- but again and again the tormenting animalistic tendencies would take hold. One clawed hand clamped firmly against it's lower abdomen a river of scarlet slowly seeping through the dark brown dingy fur Slowly it's lips peels back showing rows of yellowing teeth as it snarled ears slowly flattening as it kept it's eyes set in the direction it had fled from….
He had been following the once human Donavin Jinks for over Six months now- having finally found him in the safety of SuriGuard's woods- Salem was only here in
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Blooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through Crevices
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
storiesi begin and end with stories
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
Low and ColdThe glacier is silent and still
It forms slowly
Layer upon layer
The hardest ice is down low
Some ancient snowfall (buried like a memory)
Of a winter that did not end
A spring that never came
The droplets that collect below the hard ice
Cold tears of a million captured moments
Dance forever away from the glacial grip
A timid waltz
That ends with them huddled together
Under the heavy darkness
Unwilling to venture beyond the frozen shelter
That seeks aways to reclaim them
From droplet to puddle, from puddle to pool
To a great shadowy lake
Where the dark water swims with hungry ghosts
Born of a stormy past
The glacier is silent and still
But beneath the black ice
The melting of the past forms an ebony lake
Where something hunts in the darkness
Way down low, and cold.
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