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.
Padre del TiempoYesterday,microscopic.Shrinking tree bark and the smell of absencetoday.God— or something—She's been here, telling the snow to falland the bloom that I will bring another day.
canadian autumn magic Welcome home, the Earth says as the equinox draws closer the autumn is bountiful; like sliding into a hot spring after the hectic summer. There is always magic in the air when September brings its colors forth, waving its flag proudly, cheers erupting joyously. We change over to hold the trees closer together, waters cold and sparkling like mercury bursts of fragrance lingering every day; &
.i want to sink intothe earthand rise up againblooming
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
Bisexual PrideYes I am biNo it does not matterEvery person is as good as the latterI love differentlyYet I think the sameMany may say it but I am not insaneIt's not a phaseor a lust for sexIt is me on the inside being myself
Wings of Hopeintuition bird, sing bright the dawn as blooming secrets fall soft on mosaic stones;our gentle vines creep wild as wind,a wandering metamorphosis:winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,summer wings twinged and falling into flowersbefore reinventing destinyharmony garden, keep parched and persevering;this world will stop one dayto water the seeds with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--for now, nature watches quietas sun-dust butterfliescollect drifting souls like wishing stars
Pokemon NaturelockePokemon Naturelocke====================Rules:1. Can only catch first Pokemon in area.2. Must box fainted Pokemon in a PC labeled Grave, Tomb, Paradise, Heaven, etc...3. Pokemon get certain abilities corresponding to nature:Adamant: Firm. Sturdy.-Takes two deaths to fully die.Bashful: Easily embarrassed. Shy.-May not be set to lead party.Bold: Fearless. Daring.-Can survive one death from Pokemon of higher level.Brave: Risk taker. Heroic.-Can sacrifice itself to revive a Pokemon.Calm : Undisturbed. Peaceful.-Psychic Pokemon cannot kill this Pokemon. Careful: Cautious. Protective.-Can revive one Pokemon of its own type(s).Docile: Easy to manage. Ready to learn.-Gentle: Sensitive. Polite.-Can not battle against Fighting types.Hardy: Healthy. Tough.-Pokemon cannot be killed by K.Os.Hasty: Done too quick. Short tempered.-Can not hold items or berries.Impish: Immature. Mischievous.-Not allowed to evolve.Jolly: Cheerful. Pleasing.-After capture, allows you to catch the n
Singing to the WetlandsI'm the girl with bayou eyes,twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,shock sets in:Day One.Earthen clasps latch on my arms,pulling me back down;the meandering waters clutchat my bell-shaped elbows.Day Six.My smile is climatic;the sun always seems to shine,burning the layers of leavesbut I can't even put up a fightto remember it's grace.Day Seventeen.I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--mismatched light from alligator staresand throaty frog musings.Day Twenty-eight.I forget what colorthe back of my eyelids were.
Cosmic SymphonyThe notes build up deep within youburning at your coresnaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire.They say the sun is hottestwhen you are just barely out of reach.It is there you shall ignite.But if I managedto slip past your blistering coronapast the halo of light that surrounds you -and stroke your scorching surfacewould I find the rightto burn with you?And maybeI could learn to play youlike the instrument you are.Helios, god of the sun,your surface shudders with sound,melodious vibrationsunfit for such ears as mine.Yet still I wonder what you would sound likeif my hands would not
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.