beyond yesterdays nowwe've set the controls...threads have been sliced
a journey within...turned round on its head
no longer confined ...to shells by the sea
sails now unfurled...between the blackness of stars
-echo-brilliant light, the death of stars, long since dead,
dragging darkness behind them
merely illusions, no substance to kiss
I have no form …less than hollow
No stillness within me
No answers to give
No songs made of laughter
No treasures unclaimed
What faith now remains?
Look to other faces
My time never was
A whisper, a vapor
tea.hot steam pours itself
into the cup
dense with the seasons
inhaled by the morning
as the city wakes
itself to a brightness
of milk and honey.
I smile and bring the
sun's fragrant warmth
to my lips.
AngieAlways a red dress,
never a black...
Angie took my hand
to board the boat
to Italy (a boat,a ship
which did not exist)
"You have never
looked so beautiful.
Papa's favorite dress..."
But Alice (her name for me)
was dressed in white
that night (starched uniform,
no long red gown)
as we packed
(well, she packed)
and she sat
and I came back
after doing my work
to : "Alice, sit by me,
it's time for the funeral."
I sat for a minute
(all that was allowed)
I saw that funeral
over and over
each night for 2 years...
the red dress
and her family's tears...
We sat by the boat
(which did not exist)
for two years
with Angie's fears
until I had no time
for my Angie
and her time
came to an end.
how to survive highschool: a guide. i.
walk in, take off
your wings. these lockers are too
small to hold anything
of value, so shove those dreams of yours
in your pockets and
get your ass to class.
when they tell you that you're
not good enough,
listen– it's not the first time
you've heard it but
it's the first time you've
drown in numbers– slit your wrists
with a graphing
calculator, choke on the pages of your
AP statistic textbook
that doesn't explain shit (just like
try not to cry when
you are judged for your GPA more than
your character. after
all, it only gets
from here, right? someday
you'll get out– but that's just what you
to make these walls feel
and then it's over; you put on an
overpriced cap and gown and
walk your ass
across a stage with all the kids
you despise. all the girls
that teased you
and the boy who used to pull your
Sipping your fad of the week
Reading what will be abandoned
by the stroke of one tweet
Your now sophisticated foche
will be considered the largest fauxpe
by the time I am done writing this
Taking yourself so seriously
the society your set yourself in
It is saddening to think
that this is the way I might be
So continue to dwell
in your grid world
Enjoying your coffee flavoured fad
while I sit here
writing in speculation
of the life I might have
Suicide BirthFate sets the day you’re born,
The beloved gods mourn,
Since they know it will be rough,
And hope you don’t get torn.
Forced to grow up, and be tough
Just a ghetto boy-
No father, struggling mother
Wonder where the love resides.
Doesn’t know where his household
So he sticks to the streets,
Where it all unfolds,
Looking for quick bucks,
And fast friends.
But it’s cold in these streets,
Fair weather friends
Are the only ones he could meet.
He was thirsty and low on coke,
But kept them around,
They made sure he kept sporting,
And they love to smoke.
He hated his 9 to 5,
But was tired of him and mom
Being church mice.
Stayed geeked up,
So his mom
Could go to church nice,
Now he stays with money,
It should feel good right?
This a game of dice,
Born to fail,
Or was born from hell?
Hearing those daily shots
He could never tell.
It won't lastOne day, it will end
I know we're not a trend
But you and I, we're so different
I find you the best there is
But what do you find in me..?
I know you always tell me I'm 'the one'
Somehow I don't quite grasp that
Am I really the one you've always longed for?
With all my imperfections
With all my complications
With all my conflicts
I'm not a simple person, you know
I'm not as amazing as you are
I don't have answers
I don't give advices
I'm not as experienced
If you ever stumble and fall I can't pick you up, like you pick me up
You're the one that I love
And I'm scared, scared you'll ever say goodbye
I'm not ready for you to leave
I'll never be ready
Even though it's unfair for you
I wish to wake up everyday beside you
Wake you up with a morning kiss
Be with you, because you're simply the best
But I'm not sure if I'm the same for you
(break)fast for dinnerim sitting in the cafe where you left me
and the chatter is gnawing at my cochlea -
growing louder and louder and louder and
your yellow kisses are pooling in my mouth, too much to contain.
little people cant eat big words
because once they choke they'll die
so they try to fit the way your eyes blink and
the color of your cheeks when you sigh and the twitch of your fingers when youre brushing snow off your shoulder into sonnets - comets rushing
in the sky like reindeer - jingle jingle
in my rib cage. you are a religion and i try to be faithful but im scared -- save me.
the french toast on my plate is gone and
syrup sticks to my fingers the way your hands held onto mine. im missing you but you changed your status from jake to janet
and now im sitting in a cafe with an empty plate and black coffee and it's 6:42 but it feels like midnight --
The Rainbow Yurt PoemEventually the Elder Lords of Skoog
Decided to work together
To create a bold new world
On the Skoog Astral Plane
They decided that they needed
To create a special place
For the heated debates
That doubtless would ensue
Eventually they came up with the Rainbow Yurt
That now floats amongst the clouds
And meanders across the Skoog skies
Most unusual to say the least!
Its exterior of many colours
Represents the many facets of their dream
Needed to bring together all manner of
Species & cultures in peace and harmony