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.
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,The eyes bright and young in years.But what this glance is sayingIs as old as the world.The eyes almost closed,Snuggled and silent dreaming,She lies like spilled –Inwards restless, exuberant.Stretched out peaceful and easy –Gentle soul, full of happiness.I ask myself what she might intendBy her soft glance?Often, she lies around sleepingAnd after a while, she opensThe little mouth and bends the back.But everything without haste.Then, when she starts to rub gentlyAround my legs, purring –It is only up to herWhen she moves my heart.When I take her in my armsAnd look into her amber eyes,How my heart warms upAnd help me to believe in the good.Black coat with silken hair,On velvety paws slightly –We walk together year for yearUntil our journey will have come to an end.And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,So, I cover you tenderly with love.And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:Re
rootslike drowned men who have lost theirclothes and faces, they lay suspendedfacing the sun and grinning withouteyes through the ripples of the water.those passing by wonder how they got here,these homeless men without fingers or toeslong spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:reaching to the east, to the south,to the homes they have forgotten.
Alice of Sky and Earth [Cheshire treasure shepherd, nest, sir, chest. of. drawers.]I am only as realas the teeth that spread themselves into a smile,the eyes that wait to see the air ripple.I fear people who call things simple.I kneel at the hearthand dirty my knees in the sienna-brown earthand throw fistfuls of ashesagainst the mountainsgreat stalactites growing down into the cover of clouds.The theory of relativitysays that I can borrow timeby turning back the hands of clocks.I would removethose shining prison teeth one by one.My body rovesthe length and breadth of well-shafts,roves like the machines built for Mars; but not
GarryxReader .:Together Forever:.For as long as you could remember, you have always worked at a very pleasant, and nice art gallery. Yet,at the same time, it seemed a bit....off. You would work late, and the pictures seemed to...move. Writing on the walls. Some pictures being blank. You blamed it on your sleepiness, and seeing things,but every time you mentioned it to your friend Garry, he seemed to dwell on it a second,then change the subject.You were a bit annoyed with this,yes, because you knew he was in the gallery, in 'another world' with a girl named Ib. You couldn't help but think she was a bit more special than you, since you have had a crush on Garry since you first met him. You manage to stutter around him when he was to close, or when he hugged you."Are you ok ______?" He would ask, curiously staring at your reddened face.You manage to squeak out an "I-I'm fine!" and walk off quickly after that.But today,today you were going to tell him you liked him.You had to,since your friends were pressuring you in
Horses, HorsesThrough the window in my mindas I watch from behind my closing eyeswith the joys of happiness dripping through my veinsI see charging violently,peacefullyhorses.With their eyes full on fire.I see horses.Brilliant bright lights blinding.Horses, horses blinding me softly.With beautyemitting from their shining bodiesand rhythm sounding powerfullyfrom large elegant hooves.Horses, horses.Bright, shining lightfrom their glowing silver bodies.Power, shiningfrom brilliant black outlines.Freedom ebbing from pulsing veinsreverting back toward my gazefeelings of wonder.Glistening, glowingbright and shining,free and wild.They gallop from within my weak gripAnd disappear as I awaken my eyesTo view their full, great beauty.But they have gone.They have flown.Stretching out powerful stridesrunning from this mist,this fog,that surrounds me.They have gone.Left me alone.They were horses, horsesFree before my eyes.On fire with beautyEleganceMystery.Horses, horses.
Paradise...ParadiseI walked lonely and lonely on a silent streetSaw empty benches where dear ones meetUnderneath were impressions of invisible feetTenderly touched by the cool breezeHeartily greeted by nodding treesOh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peaceThe daffodils in yellowLooked up and said hello!I was standing in a meadowBasking in The heavenly glowEternal bliss as far as the mind could goLike an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cardsMy joy now equivalent to the thirteen heartsClear water falling like diamondsI felt like the queen of my club ready to commenceI was in my world, my world of pleasureWanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasureMy mind was fresh and pleasedWanting this tranquility never to ceaseBut, the silence didn't last for longAs it was broken by another dawnThis happiness and serenity in my world of fantasyA paradox it is, in the world of reality.
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.