Star SwallowerShe'san enigma.her head, a stadium drowning with applause. yet its seats are empty like the notebookswhere armies of words should be marching.instead she dismantles clocksthinking she can play with time.behind the mountains lurks a darker reasoninga twisted labyrinth of rationalizationshidden from the suns brilliance.Years alone beneath the bleached fluorescent reading those already dancing in the moonlight.she is living a literary half-life through themhiding from the symmetry of the writer.licking salty rocks of excuses.saving her secrets for posthumous excavation.decades of productivity left for moths to chew.you're throw
starspunobserving the romanticismof hooded cemetery kids,smoking cigarettes pretendingthey are not dead.you were always so sureabout my uncertainty,you watchedall my pick up linesdrop things.we built the heatof the evening from the solidityof starlight,pretendedthat two teens at the park at midnightis the stuff of teen novels (cliches dim onour leaf-gold horizon)your eyes darted from the gray expanseof the churchyard & wanderedin thoughtfulpaths.i wanted to ask youif i could follow. shovethe words aside &remember that i came here alone.i remember our innocence in the static b e t w e e n stars
Sharing Communion Amongst Creation -DFC Day 30I.The sun stretches her caressing hands.Balancing on the horizon, it seems.Last rays of day scatter across the lands.As through a glacier, the light gleamsOver meadows and memories past,Dripping off cardinal's wings into azure streams.Galloping alongside stallions unsurpassed,Golden beams falling with prancing leavesAnd slipping into cracks of canyons vast.Shadow wraps around illumination like sleeves.Billows as smoldering incense in sacred art.The day has left, has hastened like ghosts and thieves.Shade stands resolute and rampart.Rapt with the veiled, vanquished moon.Hidden in devious clouds, the waves devoid o
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerI'm diving in.I wish that you would see,there's a magical land at the bottom of the oceanwhere waterproof lungs let you beeverything you've dreamed.You can bury underneath the sandand not be found-it's the land that's been promised to mein late night whispersand burnt tearswasted on things that don't matter.I know it's real,broken minds can't lieand I can feel it in my bones-there's something more.What other reasons would we live for?They say you inhale saltwaterand exhale enlightenment.The waves pour over youand finally make you clean (pure)No one knows where y
Christmas on the Border of England and Over ThereIt's snowing on Christmas Eve, and half the men I've ever known in my life are dead. But that was in the war, supposedly a long way away from Oxfordshire, where I am standing outside my brother-in-law's beautiful brownstone house watching the snow quietly cover the hillside beyond. The daylight is dying and it casts the once-white ground in pink, and the pine trees are black against the hillsides, and the truth of it is that the war is not far away because it has followed me here. I am smoking a cigarette, watching the hill, and my mind is slowly counting down the list of men that I once knew, now buried under hills and snow, all of the way f
in dark eyeethereally floating thereenvying the lust of lifeluridly at a rolling boilexpansive outcome of supernovadistant alluring signalbehind fine line lashescomet trails pioneer the iristease of civilizations incalculableancient creation secrets born anewgranted before wish utteredjust a shy blink leaves meethereally floating there
J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...(English version below)J'ai vu tomber un Empire. À Marie.Cité désagrégée par les vents de la guerreMurs d'airain éventrésCoeurs froissés à la peine un espoir comme cendresPar-delà les tertres froidsDialogue d'un être et d'un néantSoi contre moiTe bercer dans les bribes balbutiéesFils d'argent d'un discours sur l'or de ton coeur lourdLa feinte d
Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boyFor the last shall be,and that arctic disposition will melt away in timewritten on a hearth rug, read it and thenturn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM "Oh boy, boy, boy Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat, bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"For the last shall be,when fractals free fall from the skythickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time...and Imeasured it all in half-life Oh boy, boy boyThat arctic disposition will melt away in
we should celebratei.i tried to think of pain as a flower,first it blossoms and then it wilts away.but i won't let myself disappearalong with it,i won'tgive you that.(it's not the agony that makesme scream, it's the flavor).ii.and you whispered softly"i'll rip your heart out and replace itwith a song,it's christmas soon, and we should celebrate". you've always used my scars as a calendar, as a way to remind yourself "today is tuesday and i still exist".iii.(it's morning now because i can seethe sunlightthrough my eyelidsand imagine
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameMyself again--I heard it in the song:A mordent on a note he held too long;A stutter in his voice. I heard my nameIn these and felt a happiness the sameAs when I saw him first. Oh, I had longedTo hear him sing again, but this last song--It was so beautiful. And it remainsThe best of human works, though none shall hearIts sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tuneThrough vast arpeggios and Death's expanseExcept the dead. It will not disappear'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
Counting SheepIt's in the way youpress your spine, bare and firm, against mine as I shiver - The molecules of our make-up moving faster, heat radiatingbetween naked flesh. It is an instant of consciousnessbefore I am lulledback to sleep by the rhythms that translate to you. It's in the way I sigh sleepilyinto the nape of your neck and count your heartbeats with my breaths - more mesmerizing than lost sheep jumping fences, more peaceful than the resounding of waves lapping shores.It's in the way yourarms find me in the coldest hours that I know I am home.
AntiquatedYour rose petal hips Will always demur To your ivory lace slip,The stockings climbing High on calves and thighs Like a garden trellis Near the blooming soul Between your open legs,The place where he Could love you the most
Harvest MoonThree a.m. moonlightacross lazy dust motes; atree scrapes the window.Your arm weighs on my hip likewhispered promises of love.
earth circuitAnd when the sun sinks, the earth's skin crawls:I. I wonder if this awkward creature would notice me the way I notice him. He's so tragic at his throneI stare after him longingly.And yet, He never realizes that I'm the one Who forever basks in his brilliant beams. If only he knew how much brighter he could burn[with me]He'd light up the universe.II.I heard him speak of thirst, once. The quenching lust of the stars had run dry. So that night, I brought along a jar of acid. (And how it gleamed in his glow). I handed it to him, wrapped in taffeta ribbons,screamingI wish curdling joyOn my gurgling boy
Apologies to LaoEach day is its own microstep--since I woke from my mother's womb,I longed to mimic new words, trammelthe sound until it blossomedlike a newborn, and oh how I birthedstories--told them how I wantedthe author's sacrosanct titleonce I've grown. But growing meantlearning the practice of citizensand their due contribution: beast-slayingnature of please, thank you,an apology: sincereor not. Then there is time--the firstbreath of nine, exhalationof five, the suffocating mandateof overtime. You grow used to it:the cyclical disappearance of parents,pervasive need of sleep, a home-cooked meal's gradual transmogrific
Death Is The Journey To LifeHe said death was the journey to life,But I just couldn't understandHow it could be, the key to livingIs to just embrace the end.He assured me it would be scary,"Death will take you on a rideThrough the darkened streets of sorrow,Homes of fear and selfish pride.All your sins will come to haunt youTaunt you, feed on your missteps.Each mistake and flaw will come to lightAnd dance with your regret."He told me all my darkest hours Would align and lace with pain,And when I think I cant get lower,I'd get drunk on dirty shame.He said, "Darling, don't you worry,Only the best of us make it out.Just remember, death w
Return The LightFloat on like a raindrop on the ocean;Stand out like the color red against the sky.It doesn't matter the song, if it moves you,Let it return the light to your eyes.Breathe in every day that you're given;Let go of each moment slipped away.It doesn't matter the words, if they move you,Let them return the light to your days.Rejoice in each storm that brings challenge;Embrace every wind that threatens change.It doesn't matter the boy, if he moves you,Let him return the light to your face.Dance in the rain that pours to wash you;Stop to watch the sunset and moon rise.It doesn't matter the girl, if she moves you,Let he
This Old Flame...Full title: "This Old Flame Has Finally Burned Out"I take back what I said about forever,"I'm sorry" wont ever be enough.You led me to believe we were special;I led you to believe I was tough.I'll forget all those words we recited,Every long conversation at night,All those whispered endearments have faded;I'm no longer a moth to your light.I'll sing all your songs to another,Without wishing I was singing to you;I'll let go of everything we started -Unfinished, dishonest, untrue.Our "story" is no longer being written;I've written you out of this scene,This time you wont be returning.You're no longer who I see wh
Everything I Never Want To BeYour words slip through my ears like poison,And I wish I didn't have to listen anymore.I'll beat myself up later for caring, And allowing you to make me feel so unsure.I'll always blame you for my downfall -For every single doubt I've ever had,For every choice I may have regretted,For every fault and every feeling of dread.You were the voice saying that I couldn't,You were what told me that I wasn't enough,You were the one who made me fearful,Mistrusting, closed off, but mostly, tough.You were the reason I tried harder;You were the reason I had something to prove,And as much as I hate to admit it,I wou
Falling In Love With...Full title: "Falling In Love With Night; Song of The Insomniac"Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray to god I might find peace.But it's that hour where anything goes,When I can embrace being alone,And count each minute as a lifetimeBecause every single moment is mine.I can let my quiet music play;I allow my mind to run away.Get lost in thoughts of being at home,And tell myself I'm not alone.It's that time when the whole world sleeps,And I can take my time to breathe.I'll tell myself that I'm alright,Allow myself to fall for night.I'll love the darkness; praise the sky,And tell myself it's not a lie.I love the nig
And It Was All Just A DreamMy yesterdays are all a blur. Each day was just the same.I feel no tie to things I've lost, or hearts that slipped away.I replay moments, hours, days, they all feel like a dream;Faces past, lost hands to clasp, they're but a mist, it seems.I search my heart for long lost love, or anger, even hate;I beg for feeling, plead for passion, I guess I look to late.I squint at memories of lovers, maybe some regret?It could have been a drunken fling, but I seem to forget.I close my eyes and drift away to days under the sun;I breathe in rain, but feel no pain, my colors seem to run.I place my hand upon my heart and feel it's steady b
Holiday TableauCrushed tinsel, sunkenspirits litteringthe melancholyatmosphere of theholiday after-glow - It does not shine.Torn garland, emptybottles strewn acrossabandoned partyrooms, reminiscentof the previousnight's festivities.Colorful wrappings,packaging tape, bagsstuffed with boxes andtissue paper - trash.Re-gifted rejectsleft behind, thoughtless.Filled coffee cups themorning after - warmthto replace fadingcheer. Resolutionsrevised, for the fastapproaching new year.