-quiet-temple gardencherry blossomsfalling
-oasis-life sustainedby deeper rootsand memories
-thirst-tea is goodink and waterpoor substitute
-exhale-stars and seaso close togetherone falling
-gravity-forces outsidebound withinstronger together
-shimmer-reverberationsgalaxies behind tearsinfinite journey
-rituals-morning starscoolnessat my feet
-sumi-e-such beautyin simple formsa treasure
Lost (poetry fragment)...For the Ladyonly caredfor thosewho did notcarefor her...And theGentlemennot at all...A sadand spiralingpathto Perditionand alas -one madewithoutContrition...Lost in timeLost to each otherLost to loveAnd atthe End(For theremust bean End... )Haunted,Restlessto Peace...
darling, darling. i.you were in mydreams again,darling. i felt you in mybones again,d a r l i n g, and when i awoke i thoughtthat it wasyears ago.and you were yelling andscreaming andasking me where you were, whereyou had been, the worst partwas that icouldn't answer you. in allof your anger,you were still the one personwhose name stung mythroat.ii.you were in myhead again,darling, andpart of me wishes that youhadn't left.my mother told me that peoplewould often break your heartif you loved them toomuch, so i guess that justmaybethis is my fault afterall.iii.but now i am highagain andthinking of last winter and howi spent itwith you, and how i amkind ofdoing it again thisyear.
A Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14He sat alone on a lonely bench.Green paint faded and chipped-weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.It had been there - a silentwatcher of the sea for as longas he could remember.He had made a habit of goinghere early to greet the sunand start the day right -with a small prayer and a coffee.He had done this for three straightyears - a creature of routine.It gave him comfort and peace.A serenity he was never able toduplicate anywhere else.He felt less alone with thisbench and the rising sun ashis stable and reliable friends.Sometimes a tear would form in his eyewhen the beauty was too much.On this particular morning he was so lostin his thoughts and so entrancedby the vivid colors before him thathe barely registered her - sittingon the bench beside him.How long had she been there?How long would she stay?"Sunrises leave me in awe.Do you not agree?" shequietly asked as she turned to him.He had no words to say so henodd
~Balloon Boy~Beaten.Taunted.Hated.Despised.I wish I would just die.That I would run out of power.That the other's would just stop torturing me.That the other's would just destroy me and all my parts.I don't belong here.I'm an outcast.Oh look!A nice guard to play with!Maybe this time I'll gain a friend!But where'd you go?All I see is the leader.I hide out of fear and come back to see you again!I want to play!I steal your torch to start a game!I laugh!But what's the matter?You look terrified, Mr. Guard.Are you alright?You're staring at me with those big round eyes.Trying to talk, I think?Suddenly, blood splatters the walls as the teeth of a certain one sinks into your brain.No.I freeze.It's my fault. The one turns around and grins at me."Not bad." he says.I stare at the bloody guard.Dead.Not breathing.It's my fault.It's all my fault.I make a whimpering sound.The one stares at me."Ya wuss" he sneers.All I wanted was a friend.IT'S ME...
O Polemistis Ki O Iereas Ο Πολεμιστής Κι Ο Ιερέας Ήταν πολεμιστής, αλλά μετά από εκείνη την ημέρα δεν είχε αγγίξει το σπαθί του. Του είχαν πει ότι μετά το βουνό υπήρχε μια εκκλησία και ένας ιερέας που ίσως τον β
The Rose's Loving Suicide: Martyr EternalA rose wrapped round in thorns was sheAnd fairer there was noneAll the things she'd ne'r beWere things the world had wonAnd the skies they cried her name outFor the gods' own child was sheAnd evr'y year she'd treck, devoutFrom the mountains to the seaMany years had her life been giv'nAnd many more would theyFor every moment the tide has risenIt will sink with the next dayAnd so she dances on the seafoamAnd she dances on the moonAnd through the fire she'll roamTo push back the world's true doomAnd she'll wind herself in briarsAnd she'll draw out her own bloodJust to keep away the direAnd to hold long back the flood
-Mouse thoughts-That's a funny place for cheese