Visiting HoursThe orange jumpsuit really didn't suit her complexion. But, then, they're not exactly intended to be fashion statements. The slow steps with which she moved, her lank hair and sunken cheeks weren't her either.I frowned as she took a seat across from me, "What were you thinking?" I tried to sound curious instead of judgmental.I needn't have tried. She simply lifted a shoulder listlessly, dismissing my question. "Nothing, really."Her appearance already had me so shaken, her attitude disturbed me even more, "Then why?"She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and there was such pain in their blue gray depths, so much strain that had pushed her to the breaking point, I had to look away. Shame that I hadn't seen her pain sooner filled me. Could I have helped? I had no way of knowing, but I wished I'd been able to try.Her quiet voice emphasized the hopelessness of her response, "What's it matter?"
Days 15 and 16Day 15Didn'tBroken windowIncriminating batGuilty lookAnd grass stained clothesYou glare and you yellGoing on aboutResponsibilityPlaying where stuffWon't get brokenBut, I said beforeAnd I'll say again,I DIDN'T DO IT!Day 16Stay A WhileAlways before, when I was afraid orMelancholy, you would hold my hand.I knew everything would be alright.Danger couldn't touch me, IRemember. And I rememberEverything stoppedAnd I forgot to breathe, hearing you wereMortal, like me. And you were gone.I sense your comforting presence,Nestled in your arms, everything'sGoing to be alright.
Thanks, LadyWelcome glimpsesIn the spring,Lakes of colorsDancing on the roadsideFlowing in the breeze.Lady Bird Johnson's legacyOffers this treat,Welcoming to our gazeEvery year,Returning for a distressinglyShort, but beautiful time.
Broken VowDaring the fates,Only you would make such a promiseNever one to fear what may lie ahead"There is nothing that will take me away."Gone now, despite your vow,Oblivion has taken you.
In the ShadowsWhere you fear the dark,I find it a lark.When your eyes cannot see,You will try hard to flee.Your desp'rate flight will be short,I will have the last retort.
NaPoWriMo Catch upReach (Day 9)Grand goalsTerrifyingly out of reach,Causing a paralyticLack of action.Break it down,Bit by bitIt can be done.Opinion (Day 10)Poison dribbleStaining the airOr inspirational blessingsIlluminating the dark.It could be eitherOr anything in between All dependingOn yourOpinion.Poison(Day 11>The snakeHissing into the earVenom drippingInto the brainDissolving synapsesUntil the mindIs the shapeThe whispererDesires.
ThunderheadThunderhead"It's storming in Chicago," calls the mother to her son,who already knows—he can see the thunderhead,black and towering, gliding above the corn fields.It's miles away now, in Illinois, but his Hoosier bloodstirs with the approach of another Midwestern storm.While she reflexively checks the radiofor tornado warnings, he runs between the cornstalks,feeling the first teasing breezes on the outskirtsof the front. The field is empty otherwise; the cardinalshave already found shelter, as have the pasture deer.She calls to him, but knows he is safe for now,and remembers what it was like to run through corn fields,letting the leaves slap against tanned arms and legs,tasting the ozone tang of the distant lightningand hearing, just barely, the tolling thunder.He thinks of glaciers he's seen in schoolbooks:slow, inexorable (though he does not know that word),and wonders if a glacier announces its coming, too,the way the storm air weighs down an afternoon.He s
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
Zorua bound up! What do you do?Zorua bound up! What do you do?You are walking thorough the woods when you see a rare sight! A small Zorua running into his hole. You run after it in attempt to take a picture. You crawl through the fairly large hole but she's disappeared. You continue to crawl through and eventually, get into a room, big enough for you to stand up in. The Zorua is nowhere to be seen but the tunnel ends here... You look around a bit and find her, all legs tied together, on the floor, in the corner. Gagged with a pump gag. There is another tunnel, leading downwards next to her. Probably where the captor is. What do you do?A: Pick up the Zorua and attempt to take her home.B: Take off the gag and attempt to find out more.C: Pump up her gag.D: Go down the hole and teach the captor a lesson.E: Go down the hole and ask to be tied up as well.F: Anything else.
The WolfI see him, watching me.His eyes glow as the setting sunFlashes its purple huesOnly to reflect green.His black nose twitches,Testing the forest air around himShifting his gaze momentarilyBut, directly, back to me.His fur lifts slightlyIn the little breeze;All brown and black and white:So beautiful.His maw is parted openAs if he is laughingAt some secret jokeThat I wish I knew.If only I knew your wisdom, and serenity...Don't leave, Wolf! I think with anguishBut as soon as I do, he's gone,On some mysterious mission,And I am left, wishingI could have gone with him.
Valri Origin PoemThe World still youngHad grown from a seedWhich gently fellInto mystic watersThe seeds spread farFilling the waterswith their sacred lightsEach seed grewInto a bright lightReaching outInto the mystic watersTo form branchesThese branches grewSturdy and fertileEach holdingMany fruits of lifeSo today we gazeInto these mystic watersTo try and seeThis special lifeLike that of our ownOur waters reflectThe heavens from whichOur life took shapeFrom the heavensRest the mystic watersFrom our soilLies what we areAnd from what we surviveThe land shapesInto a cradleThat holds our soft lifeWe are nurturedFrom these fruitsLike the stars aboveAnd each seedEach branchJust as our ownFrom these mystic watersAll Knowledge restsFor now it slumbersWaiting to be foundFor it is our origin
AlignedMy universe is alignedas the birds chirpand sun rays warm my face,a breeze blowingthe storm clouds away.I do not worry,nor do I pray -I only breatheand enjoy the day.
Universe Don't you feel like you are dwarfed by the stars?
Water, GraceShe walks along the once dry earth,Leaving soaked patches at every step,Her presence holds a peace to some,To others, a fear of destruction,Swirls of blue and green make up her dress,Trimmed with bright white foam,Her eyes holding sunsets,She waves of hair fall with liquid grace,A grace only she could hold,She is deadly as she is beautiful,Her anger is a lethal strength,Eyes of grey, glares of electricity,She’ll shoot you down with a flick of her hand,Drowning you in her long skirts,Lethal and beautiful, that is what she is,Holding both a sense of peace and danger,She protects her family under her power,Giving them life, letting them breathe,This is her power,This is her grace.
WIP 43Red the heat of battle bright.Green the glow of natures wrath.Black the stench of festered wounds.White the break of glorious dawn.Blue the salt of whelming waves.Life and Death entwined as one.
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.