Monday, November 24, 2008
Melting Moon
the silvery sparkles whisper
against my memory.
I dream of mars and red
the blue nightingale sings with the raven
in melody.
I take the pill of guilt and swallow
my pride as I enter into a loving
embrace of family.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Memories of Life
On the marble tombstone
A fatigued image of myself
reflects the aging lines of grief
that has taken me in its grasp during the last week.
Watching the sunken form of my sister beside me convulse
I shake off the sadness and pick up my tears that I could never cry.
The sound of the rustling autumn leaves shifts me back to my childhood
when my siblings and I had made a mountain of the leaves and
dove off the tree branches in our front yard.
Wanting that memory to come alive,
I glance back at the mound of freshly laid dirt
realizing that in two years my older brother
would no longer be older than me.
The River Runneth
Pain
Twisting, torturing
Anguish
Like 30 finals in one day.
Never knowing any answers.
Stress builds
Slowly,
Like the mold on bread
After a month.
Annoyance yields
As I realize I’m just PMSing.
Of course.
Or maybe PWMSing?
That is,
Pissy While Menstruating.
Damn leakage
The dam has broke
Shit!
I hope someone has a
sandbag.
I need to plug the flow. Or
the river may get everywhere.
Shit.
Next time
I’ll remember
to have some on hand.
Huh…
Toilet paper will have to do.
Carbonation of Life
leaning back on the door
she opens the can of pop—fizz,
and softly sighs.
She sips the carbonation of life
and returns to her desk to write.
She needs something original,
something new,
something not cliché
or tired,
something that will inspire
a new generation of writers.
She needs to be the next Anne
Sexton
without the suicidal tendencies.
She doesn’t throw out or delete her bad
works, she lights them on fire.
She takes her cheap .99 cent plastic lighter
and flicks it to light
the poem that never deserved to
live.
She watches the sun-like flame consume the
paper and the life that she brought about.
She sighs and takes a sip of the carbonation
of life.
The Coldness
The coldness set into her bones
as the dark took her.
Her mouth stitched shut
The last piece of string
stuck out between her two pale lips.
They said nothing as they snipped it.
They covered the rest of her with a white sheet,
a sheet that contoured her lifeless body.
Every curve and niche was shadowed.
Giving a glimpse of what she was like
when she was alive.
Her face gave away everything.
When she was sad, she cried.
Her tears spilled and created a river.
When she was happy
Her laugh was uncontrollable.
Her eyes were always wet
and her tears created a brook.
No one had to guess
at what she was thinking.
She was innocent,
her lies were imperfect
and not successful.
The luster of her brown hair was gone.
The cold lights that shone down on her
didn’t reveal the amber highlights that once
would have shone almost so brightly it would’ve blinded
anyone.
Her dimples, that were now just two more niches,
were her way into and out of
trouble.
In the time when she needed them most,
they failed.
They allowed the gun to unload into her
Her piercing green eyes were her best feature.
Now they would forever be shut.
Her pale pink eyelids allowed no intruders into her soul
Or
into the mystery of her death.
The coldness evaporated
as she looked down upon her old shell
and witnessed the strange
rituals of preparing for life after death
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Deserved Depression
Sex Obsessed society
inanimate babysitters of
lucrative lazy adults
Where public patriotism is
TREASON
Time slips like air
through our fingers
Hope is a distant shadow of the
future.
Amnesia is Sanity.
Change.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Back to Reality, Back to work
After being out of school for two years and not really doing anything except working horrible retail hours, I am going back to school. For what? you may wonder... Well, to be a secondary teacher. I am very excited about this, my heart hammers at the aspect of going back to learning. I seriously haven't been this excited for something in a while. Well, since my wedding, which was over 8 months ago.
Many people think that I am crazy to be excited to go back to school. But there is something refreshing knowing that I will be challenging myself again, instead of settling for comfortable surroundings.
It's amazing how many people just settle once they get into a position that they feel comfortable in. I've seen it happen over and over with friends from college and high school. They stop challenging themselves and fall into the same ole' routine. When that happens, I think that people start to forget to appreciate the small things in life; such as, blue skies, baking summer days, torrential rains, hot cocoa, and don't forget, fluffy snowflakes. I know that sounds cliche, but it seems to be true, or it was for me. I stopped appreciating the ideas of change; when something new comes to you and you can't wait to tell someone. All I thought about was the fact that I was stuck in this job that I really didn't like, but because of my loyalty to the company I felt that I couldn't leave them. Finally I did, and with good reason. And now I am the happiest I've been since I graduated with my B.S.
Okay, now I'm just blabbing, so goodnight.