Turn
She's stuck in a whirlpool
the crashing spray upon her
judging her
licking her wounds
unwanted hands
seductively caressing
the conforms of her soul

She bares to them
clothed
and yet naked before their eyes
for they watch
noon or night
and see past
through
and within her
reading the whims
feeling the tears
not yet cried

She's alone now
at the center of the pool
as the world spins before her
she wants to scream
she wants to yell
but instead she is still
done with all that outside
finished
her turn is over
as the spray hits her eyes
she's waiting inside the whirlpool
waiting for her turn
to die

Glitter
Glitter
taken from the
wings of an angel
and sprinkled gently
over the evening sky
woven through the blankets
of the drifting sea
and captured within the pearl
of a tiny cresent oyster
whose shell gleams
with the delight of a child
looking at the sunshine
playing lightly across the trees
dancing among the daffodils
as they bend with the wind
that floats up and over
carrying the beads of time
sparking and rolling
down through the rain
and among the trickling creeks
as the crisp snow melts
in the sound time of spring
that leaps among the fairies
whose laughter steals upon your face
and tickles your eyes
making them come alive and sing
just like the glitter
taken from the angel's wing.

Imagine
Imagine theres no heaven
it's easy if you try...

a lonely grey car
travels down the empty road
windshield wipers gently swooshing
pushing away the steady torrent of rain
the world is pastey outside
colorless, odorless, still
not a soul moves out on the streets
no other headlights beat against the fog
as the driver sits back
engulfed but the worn soft leather
the windows are steamed slightly
and the radio gently plays
the soft guitar of John Lennon
and the driver nods slowly with the beat
with the words
and as the voice croons lightly
a single tear drops
unheard by anyone else
but the steady guitar

...I hope someday you will join us
and the world will live as one

Could it be?
Hmm....
I wonder?
Could it be true?
It isn't the most outrageous
more plausable than a flying elephant
and no, dumbo doesn't count
it's a better chance
than there being a witch outside my window
or even a dressed up poodle
I have a better chance
at it being true
than hitting the jackpot
or going to the moon
or even living to the age of 130
I think that chance it better
that it occur
than my cat doing jumping jacks
or my best friend shaving her head
a better chance
than me meeting Dennis Rodman
or even playing like him
Heck, it's even a better chance
than me ever figuring out
how to do a cartwheel
or to sneeze with my eyes open
or even to say
"spy is suspicious of a set-up"
on stage and fast without goofing
hmm...
when I look at it like that
oh yeah,
it definitely COULD be true.

Me A La King
Blood
on the plate
take your fill sir
eat up
peel flesh from bone
and soak up those
tender lions
you'll love the taste
I can promise you
rare
that's ok
more blood the better
coppery flavor fills your mouth
forget the utensils
go for the heart
my heart
you don't have the ask
it's out on a platter
you don't even have to call a waitress
it's serve yourself
and all you can eat
I'm on display
my body for you
pick, poke, prod
why I don't mind
you're just another customer
on the list
waiting to get a taste
of my life
my soul
my heart
eat up kind sir
you won't be the last
take seconds please
that's what I'm here for
have your fill
don't worry about leaving some
for the rest
there will be plenty
for the more that will come
wanting a taste
and if there isn't
then I'll be thrown
out to the dogs
where they can enjoy
my pain
my suffering
my heart
I hope that you enjoy
the rich taste
you like it
and that's ok
isn't that the reason
why I've been marinating
in your love
then to be lit
by your betrayal
a whole me a la king
and then
you can save me for later
take a piece from your fridge
with a bit of ice cream
and what a time
it's just me a la mode!
but that's ok
becuase that's why I'm here
you've told me that
you'll have me as you want me
broiled
roasted
raw
you like it like that
because I'm sweet
and tender
and you'll have me on your plate
my life
my mind
my heart
just how you like it.
 

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Rise of temperature
and the days are getting longer
sunshine, long lost
flowing into the stairwell
I'm going to have to find my sunglasses
and shield myself from
this opportunity
and the dip in the road

Multiple minds thinking
ideas flowing forth
scribbles of pens
and the scribbles from the pens
one forth, one lost in the shuffle
a merry-go-round of words
filled with opportunity
awaiting the dip in the road

So much on the horizon
I just can't seem to see
for that sunshine is blinding me
bouncing off the melting snow
walking backwards to the light
wind blowing my hair forward
where is that opportunity
and the dip in the road?

The End

Jelly beans and the Galapogoes Islands
"Try and put the two most random things together"
and a long pause
"but it has to be quick!"
"It has to be quick?!"
"It has to be quick!"
...plasma tv screen and folding chairs
but those make perfect sense together
blueberry and lawn hedge clippers
and it all works out all right
roaming around a random school
makeshift elevator attendents
(until it's 'out of order')
yet another iced cappuchino
(but I only had two)
bad judge
and even worse singer
cheering for words lost
just because he kept right on going
valentines everywhere
girls complaining about getting wrinkles
"I think it starts with an 'L'"
...Olay?!
holding laughter until we're far enough away
poses in front of lockers
Oh. Yes. I'm alluring.
irritation
and disappointment
but it all gets better as
I realize that they don't deserve it anyway
(even if some do)
rubber bands
making a friend?
Indiana Jones (I'm so happy)
and it all ends up...perfect
with chocolate on my seat.

For you

So, you want me to know you?
Ok.
So, you want me to befriend you?
Sure.
So, you want me to hang with you?
Why not?
So, you want me to laugh with you?
I can do that.
So, you want me to lie for you?
No problem.
So, you want me to lie with you?
Nothing I can’t handle.
So, you want me to ruin my life for you?
Alright.
So, you want me to save you?
Of course.
So, you want me to love you?

…I’ll have to think about it.



375 words
 

Go (but not without me)

Throw a ring around the rosie
And away we go!
Its another beat now
Rushing through the stars
Wishing, dreaming will take you far
Don’t forget to grab what you are along the way
Because you are what you are
And no one is going to tell you otherwise
(because how would you be…anything but what you are?)
so the philosophy isn’t always mind boggling
and not even deep, thought provoking
but who can deny me the truth?
Because frankly I know what has to be done
And I also know that you are a person
Who had the opportunity to shine above all the others
You have wings hidden under that cloak
And eyes of gold under those lids
Open up, you’re a shining star
And don’t forget to grab what you are along the way
(and by the way…please take me with
because I don’t think I could live without you)
in this world where we live
you’re a shining star for me to see
and I don’t want to see you leave…
without me.

It’s that kind of connection

“I’m happy speaking to you”
you make me laugh
with this past that we’ve had
sometimes a hyperbole on your part
but that’s alright, I’ll let you believe
I know what I’ve done
And what you’ve done to make me do
(you understand, who cares what the others think)
mystical ideas
and me writing in an accent that you can’t hear
and you probably writing in an accent
that I can’t see
another culture, another brain
and by god – I’m happy speaking with you.
Pet name (mostly food related)
Crazy thoughts (mostly food related)
Riskay eyebrows waggles…(mostly food related)
And hashbrowns.
Which is.
Of course.
Food related.
…and I’m happy speaking with you.

Life of a Teen

Parties, drugs, alcohol
Thumping music
White boys and girls acting black
Children acting adults
Hormones, or peer pressure
Just another group of teens going too far
But what are you going to do?
It’s just another group of people
Who will probably do everything wrong
And end up with a perfect life
Not regretting what they’ve done
And yet I just can’t bring myself to even want to do that
Because frankly
I don’t think I would regret it
But I also don’t think I could live in the delusion
That I’m having fun.

384 words

 

Any day

Taking every opportunity
to move just a little closer
hands expressive
and his body just seems to be
so much warmer than mine
why does it seem that
'just friends' is so hard to be?
all I want is to hang out
just be another friend to laugh with
but somehow I feel it growing
my heart is thinking of possibilities
while my head says that its a pointless risk
I just want it to be regular
just another day as my old friend on the bus
but I still know...
if given the opportunity...
I'd lay my head on his shoulder any day.

Another day

It seems as if I've forgotten
those times that we had together
laughing, joking, living
another dark day passes
and yet I feel no cold
it's just another minute of my life
gone without a cause
I don't wonder what your doing
and when I see you...
I don't bother to avert my eyes
to me, you are just another person
no history, no past
becuase it seems that I have forgotten
that I was once...
happy.

At the end of the day

Throwing caution to the wind
only to get it blown back into my face
(just like littering out the car window...
it always comes back)
karma?
physics?
it's just another world of questions
and another day of no answers
(or just no one caring)
don't bother to delve deep
there's nothing there
everyone seems to insist
that we are more than just what we are
yet cut me up (soul and all) and shove me in a soup
cannabilistic or not,
I'll probably still taste like chicken
just like those innards of an onion
even going layer by layer
when you get to the end of the day
all you have is an onion.

Again

Crisp leaves under foot
running through the tangled jungle
hair flying behind
sun beating between branches
wide grin, chest heaving
it's another day of beauty
but it's also a day of stumbles
scratches, bruises
and within seconds there is no running
just a little girl
sitting at the base of a moss covered tree
with tears down her face.


354 words
 

One

Falling stars in my eyes
Conjuring flames in my heart
Just another roll of the dice
In a land of cowboys, fedoras, ratatat-tat
Rolling through the desert
In a wagon full of lead
It doesn’t matter the destination
We’re free people to the land of Oz
Follow me through children
Who knows what we’ll find
I know worlds where standing on your head
Is a natural occurrence
And money is nothing more
Than a stitch of crochet
The national pastime really is baseball
And words hurt /less/ than actions
Throw me another line
Because I seem to have lost the first
Get me to that land of which I speak
I can feel myself slipping into the jello’d abyss
In which I know I will never return
A drum, a thumb, and a ratatat-tat
And we’ll all go down as one.

Chance

Just another day
of chosing your fortune cookie
rolling twice on the dice
peeking slightly at the cards
and taking that little chance
it isn't hard to win
timing your part just enough
to get the highest number
strategy of picking 5
when you know that it's just
1 through 10
and it's all just another game
pushing the button more than once
to get that random drawing
taking quizzes over
just to get exactly the desired outcome
"I'm not really like that"
ok, let's do it over
backspace, delete, eating your words
it's just another day
in the game of chance.

Being Me

Sometimes I wonder
what it would be like
to be him
to be her
to be that man on the street
just another reader in the library
someone not even noticed in line
the receptionist behind the counter
the third person to touch the dollar I spent
that man that I will never meet
the person that I could have been
Sometimes I wonder
what I would be like
if I wasn't really me


317 words
 

Woman in Fedora

Cold whispers of wind
Sneaking through ceiling cracks
Drips from the rain (above – or just her eyes?)
Pattering the bare mattress, floor, skin
She doesn’t wonder why she is there
Goose bumps raking her body
Covering every inch of her shadow
Played up, distorted, against the wall
She leans upon herself
Comforted little by her meager warmth
Slowly leaving her body through empty skin
She is covered only by the brim of his hat
Deftly hiding her eyes from the world
That wouldn’t care to see them anyway
Maybe she’s regretting what she’s done
Maybe she’s silently thanking the lord
That he’s finally gone, and she’s now alone
Or maybe she’s curled up just so
She can properly plead for his gentle voice

Waiting

Sitting quietly at the edge of a bench
Thinking, munching, ‘nothing’ quietly
Waiting for the inevitable (whatever that may be)
When the hat rolls gently with the wind in front of me
Slightly deformed, Indiana Jones style fedora
That seems to have gone through all the Indiana Jones phases
Beat up, dirty, and of course, ruggedly handsome
Images of beautiful men wearing the beautiful hat
Magically transformed by its instinctive chivalry
And somehow insisted morality
But just with another gust of wind
The lone hat is gone
And so are my thoughts of those types of men
And I’m still sitting quietly at the edge of a bench
Waiting for the inevitable…
Whatever that may be.

Sacred

Hold me up
But don’t hold me close
Give me your feet
Not your hands
There are certain things that are sacred
Eyes, hands, thoughts
(but not those things always covered)
it’s a world of yes and no
all I need is a little shove
but watch out for the bottom
because right now
it’s just me and my fedora.



299 words
 

This weekend, I took a change of pace
decided to put aside the mungering
took an opportunity to let go
and I can say that I am proud
to have the ability that I do
I spent a weekend for no recordbooks
allowed myself to vegitate on a well-worn couch
hands busy with needless crochet/knit
eyes busy with even more needless television
soaking up shows that I neither care for, nor remember
I allowed myself to not care
set aside those 'responisibilities' of mine
and just take a step back
I allowed myself to act like a lazy slum

and I liked it

Even now today, I find myself tired but rested
somehow at peace
as I have finally managed to just sit back
and let everything pass me by
I made myself push away the guilt of
"I should be doing..." you can fill in the blank
I threw my cares over my shoulder
gone with the math, chemistry, AP US History,
all those projects that are coming up
all those /other/ projects I've been putting off
and even more than that
I threw my writing, my writing.com ...all over my shoulder
I realized that when my responsibilities
that I chose myself
were becoming a /burden/
then it was time to just sit back
and let it all go

so here I am
three days behind on my daily writing challenge
not even writing anything of quality for you to read
but I am here
and it is not a burden
it is a special occassion
I may not have the points
but I have my sanity
and my rest
and most of all
I have my writing as I want it to be.

perfect.
 

the clock ticks by another minute
and still she sits and waits
gently understanding
that this is the way that is has to be
twidling thumbs
humming slight tune
I can't quite catch the song
but I can guess "The Carpenters"
another minute trickles by
and I can't understand how she can be
just so patient
there's a soft smile on her face
as if she knows a secret
tumbleweed
small shift of feet
her calm breath seems magnified
in this empty (lonely?) place
her heart is an open book
"Live and Let Live"
an endless blaze of romantic comedies
she's laughing at the faces
the kisses, the men
secret wishes that she could be
those damsels in distress
but when she finally goes off to bed
but in herself and her soul
she has a trust
for she is biding her time
to finally get the chance to love

150 words
 

Crushing waves act as soft movements
caressing the damp sand at the edge
but there really is no "edge"
every grain of sand, just like the other
picking up, traveling on, running through
soothing sounds...scents...
the refreshing thought of renewal
(to renew, do you have to die?)
contemplating the world on your shoulders
the breath of light from a fading sun
prodding through the scenery for a meaning to your thoughts
You attempt "deep" thinking about life
A gentle façade of things never to be
of people you are never to meet
never to care for
You don't know them
but you hear the statistics
and you think about parents without children
and children without parents
and you wonder if you really are as belittled as you believe

Getting up - stretching out
and it's just another façade.
 

Throw your hat into the ring
There’s a fight tonight
Bones crushing
Sweat bleeding down your face
Wisdom of past years – past fighters – attack you
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
Jumping around, cracking neck, breathing quick
Your pulse is upon you, roaring in your ears
“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”
You tell yourself you’re ready
Stand up and open your eyes to the challenge
As one final quote of wisdom drifts upon you
“Never look down”
And your gaze falters
And your entire body drops
With one flowing crash.

 

Through another night of endless babble
Lost in a mirror of words
Struggling through the thoughts of others
Shining on a silver screen
Bad puns, stray bullets, damsels in distress
Yet another movie to be gone in the night
Probably to be watched again months from now
Without a single thought of recognition
Staring mindlessly through
Bad puns, stray bullets, and damsels in distress
Do I enjoy the feeling of heavy blankets warming trapping me?
Some look for a sense of meaning
A unique plot that sweeps them through worlds untouched
While I revel in the comfort of predictability again

 

Stark truth of time moving too fast
Seconds creep when no time is needed
And rushed when there is never enough
She finds herself trapped
Between a world of shoulds and wants
It’s when her heart and her head are saying the same thing
And yet neither are right
As the responsibilities never desired
Never earned
Never rewarded
Weigh her down second after second
and suddenly a second just isn’t long/short enough.

 

Lots of things changed over this weekend, and it's one of those times where I don't know what will happen. And it's scaring me. A lot.