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.
accompaniment to sorrowwindchimes a delicatecounterpointto the tune ofcacophonous teardropsas they tumble.handstwist and trystin the mist of dawn'sgrasp, seeking outshelter in pockets;in one another,in warmth.grass,so accustomedto shudderingout whispers throughour mo(u)rning,falls silent.and the landresonatesas we slowly fillher empty spaces.
Dark Lightening night has hemmed the world in dark laceand the clouds sing her a lullaby in the rainbut in the darknessstorm horses have twisted themselves into black monstersthat roar in the nightand the lullaby decays to a constant growlof palatable tensionbraced for the next thunderous cryas the titans of the sky exchange blowsthat flash through the obsidian heavenslancing across the black tapestry with malignant, startling lightand for an instant it is as though day has descendedthe sky alight with a twisted reminisce of the sunso bright the world is decolorized and strangethe bones of the earth bared in violet lightbleached and skeletalsilhouettes under an electric skybefore night crashes down with thunderand dark descends again
Irn BruGlistening amber,Scottish cherry-sherry of the North Sea.Sunset-oilin the veins of Scotland.
50- Winter's Strollher long skirts drag along the ground,ripping and tearing,leaving behind the precious white cotton.
Natural LoveGreat god of what I wish to seeComes to me'Tis always thereWith all awareI stand before a great treeFilled with specks that fleeOnly to spread its auraRemaining above the forest floorA speck lands in my palmWhere 'twould rest calmGiven a colour by Mother EarthTo ever have dread avertedEv'ry leaf from the flowersIs never ashamed enough to cowerEv'ry one with colour and no flawA form so rawIn perfect shapeLike a perfect bodyBearing a tempting colourLike ever-clean skinAnd the tree like the motherOf ev'ry perfect lady
Lonely StarsWhere have all the stars and the sunshine run off to?Have they gone somewhere, far high into the heavensAnd left us, with this unforgiving dark deep black?No, they are here, in our hearts.And I pray to the falling starsFor a wishTo cure all hearts and starsAnd allow them to return to the skies.
A Hundred WingsIt floats in the arms of the winds.Inconsistency is it's only constantand lack thereof is it's onlyconcept of true love.It has been shaken loose from its stemand thrown into the gusts with no preparationsave tiny fragile wings with whichto make its way.There were a hundred at the start.One crushed in the ripping from its home.Another faltered in the harsh wind.The next shattered against a fellow seed.Ninety-six more tiny wings stolefrom their sockets in the chaos.It fell.It burrowed itself into the muckof the spring rainsand clutched tightly to the onefragile wing which shone withsome unearthly glimmer in the sun.The little seed shivered beneath the lifelesslife-giving mud. The suncrept black in the hidden sky.But it pulled ever closerthe tiny wing and drew strengthfrom the crushing weight around it.It felt itself breach the surfaceand in a moment the drizzle had swallowed itdeeper into the muck.It crawled, its cracked shell falling behind.It felt its tend
RSVPsilentbut for the dust fallingfrom spent skygiving it's dying breathto romance an awaiting Earthinvitation answered
PhotoDay's last light atop orange maneLions, unperturbed by the flash of a camera
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.