Sunday, March 28, 2010
creative writing
i nudged sleeping beauty as she awoke in pieces. Limb by limb she arose and more beauitful with every inch that the silk of her skin was shown. The beast of mazes and minds, tricks and jokers will no longer keep her asleep. With her breath everything awakens. The flowers are brighter over the green fields of fireflys dipping and skipping across the sky. Stars written like notes of songs in the sky, bounching as they glisten. But as time moves on, when the sun and moon swap she will grow tired once more. Her journey begins and ends like the journey of a fire. It's captivating, dangerous, wild, and full of science. Who stands the patience of such big desires? Oxygen and water dare to run aside its light but explode with the light the heat it can not bare. Sleeping for years, awaken for days, and the angels seem more statisfed.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
poem
and the day is dimming down,
the unshieled night.
lay low, for the moon is a torment of light.
faces,
shapes and shadows.
puncture holes,
bleeding soul.
running,
waiting.
breath in a chase.
the mind is louder here than the music sung.
always a new smile.
collages of lips hung,
against bare skin and cheeks.
the unshieled night.
lay low, for the moon is a torment of light.
faces,
shapes and shadows.
puncture holes,
bleeding soul.
running,
waiting.
breath in a chase.
the mind is louder here than the music sung.
always a new smile.
collages of lips hung,
against bare skin and cheeks.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
poem
there's a whistle hollaring at the depths of the sea.
lengths and tides.
formularize salted air.
speak to me like currents and minutes of the time.
holding to the ground,
like concrete should
move me and i become the salted air,
mending muscle and bones.
patterns form like shadows from the sky
alive and well.
moving? we already are.
sun and moon swap like shifts,
sleep is scared away.
dreams become something when eyes are wide.
falling into liquid fluid walls.
we bind.
lengths and tides.
formularize salted air.
speak to me like currents and minutes of the time.
holding to the ground,
like concrete should
move me and i become the salted air,
mending muscle and bones.
patterns form like shadows from the sky
alive and well.
moving? we already are.
sun and moon swap like shifts,
sleep is scared away.
dreams become something when eyes are wide.
falling into liquid fluid walls.
we bind.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
writing
The sun beamed down 23rd street like a whip of a knight. Strong and bold it hung high upon it's cotton charished steed. Blinded by all its beauty, the people still walked in patterns, like notes of music.
Monday, March 1, 2010
flowing rapids of lucid waters
covered whole
the ground shakes and the wave takes you under
seeping through coves
drenched and tired
unraveled so
seams come undone
fires stream out in silence
rattle the cage
never taming the wild
release sends ease to the mind
time is like time
came and went
and nothing seemed so blind
covered whole
the ground shakes and the wave takes you under
seeping through coves
drenched and tired
unraveled so
seams come undone
fires stream out in silence
rattle the cage
never taming the wild
release sends ease to the mind
time is like time
came and went
and nothing seemed so blind
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