| re-ignite | [26 Dec 2011|12:19am] | re-ignite
ink as night liquids trace the barest of invitations
mood: reverie-ridden | |
| [10 Aug 2009|06:45pm] | Flowers For Anne
Every morning, Roy leaves flowers for Anne. Sometimes violet, sometimes red, but mostly yellow because those were from the dandelions found in the spring patches of lawn peaking between thin crusts of snow. Anne is sixty-seven years blind, and she cares little for the color, can hardly remember most of them... but she likes the thought of a man doing such things for her, which is strange, because she can't touch the petals for fear of ruining the flower, and rarely can she decipher what it looks like at all. Roy likes to describe it with lush detail that compare her eyes to pollen, and sometimes this is enough to make her smile, because she does like the thought of a man doing such things for her.
( She also likes to smell the fragrance...Collapse ) | |
| [09 May 2006|10:39pm] | Daddy Loves this Little Girl...
little Mary Jane between our finger tips,
you gave everything away for her.
I hope her taste brings you the happyness
your four daughters could never give.
Inhale her scent and drift away daddy,
escape from this world that's caving in.
Go into your dreamland where everything is perfect,
into that dreamland where I'm not seen.
mary Jane has stolen you away from me,
and as long as you love her there will never be room for me.
Little Mary Jane sits in between your finger tips,
she kisses your mouth while I quietly walk away | |
| POSTING ACCESS | [11 Mar 2006|11:21am] | | k babies. i forgot that i took away your posting access way back, and i apologise sincerely for not having noticed until now (i haven't been lj-ing). so anyway, my point is that i'm giving it back. any member can post. | |
| [09 Jan 2006|09:00pm] | Keep lying to yourself,
We all still know the truth.
Insecurities have gotten to you,
But nothing's quite what it seems.
I won't yell,
But you won't tell.
And now I'm screaming inside because you just so fake.
Now I'm begging for you to just let it all out.
You've made me hate you.
I promise it was never on my list of things to do.
I never wanted to hurt you like I do now.
I just want to rid myself,
and everyone else of your sick game for hide and seek.
This game where you cover your eyes and pretend we can't see you.
Go kill yourself now.
It's what you want to do isn't it?
God you're such an attention whore it makes me sick.
Physically ill!
To see you go on living the way you do...
I'm done.
Just go the fuck away...
That's all I can say. | |
| [21 Dec 2005|12:41pm] | SUMMER KISSES
Sweet Summer Kisses
and laughter in the dark.
Your arms around me
and mine around you.
We embraced each other
under July’s hot moon.
Sweet Summer Kisses
And forgotten show tunes.
I laid beside you,
and you beside me.
We talked about our future in the shade of a tree.
Sweet Summer Kisses
and longer cooler nights.
You stood before me
and me before you.
We saw each other clearly then and took a moment to breathe.
Sweet Summer Kisses
And we made the final one count.
I pressed my lips against yours,
and you pressed yours against mine.
We heard the wind whisper our song so we danced with the night.
Sweet Summer Kisses
and memories that last forever.
You held me through July
and I held you too.
But it’s taken December for me to realize how much I love you.
LET GO
Let go of my hand because I can now stand,
And give me some space to breathe.
Don’t reprimand when I make these demands,
Because I ll make you so proud of me.
When I was younger I felt very small,
But now that I’m older I don’t.
Now that I’m older I’m actually tall,
And you could see that but you won’t.
Let me show you how wise I’ve become,
So maybe it will ease your mind.
Let me remind you how far I’ve come,
And know that I will stay kind.
The things you’ve taught me I’ll never forget,
So let my hand go without regret. | |
| [03 Dec 2005|12:38pm] | What I did last summer:
Remember
naked thoughts in open fields
lying in the dark with
monologues revealed
how it all might end
and how the drink was always gone
when we were thirsty.
How we stumbled blind and seeing
through woods where evening trees loomed silent priests
who scowled as noisy footsteps
echoed in leafy cathedrals.
Solemn moods lie shattered by
unexpected songs, by
lips I could never silent
that joked and prodded ‘round
the burning questions that pursued us
to diners
over-illuminated
over-caffeinated
up all night
for an hour more
or two
we flew.
I pierced the night on top of moving cars
in places where mountains were angry mothers
backlit on a distant glow of countless kitchen lights.
Arms lifted, screaming mortal joy
to make a lover hesitate
with worried eyes
at swirling tunnel tangled hair
shirt pulled back from my shaking body—
and I held tight to what I could grab,
to black, lakes cool, air cold, metal
and cried aloud above the rushing wind
don’t stop
I promise I won’t fall.
We made such marvelous excuses
for another evening’s company
laughed and grasped with open hands
at grins to hold us dearly
when at last the stars give in to city lights
fade slowly like a pain comes creeping.
We gathered on the precipice
of the state of things
the world of our parents’ mistakes.
We were wise then, and
beautiful, and
quietly
terribly
afraid. | |
| Alton | [26 Sep 2005|06:39pm] | Walking down the streets of Alton.
Watching the river rush by.
It looks calm on the surface.
But you'd never want to swim there.
The currents are far too strong.
They'd crush your body and fill your lungs.
The river is a beautiful force of mercyless power.
Cool and calm, but oh so dangerous.
And beautiful Alton holds the hand of this river.
Ah the sleepy little town has a certain romance about it.
Haunted coffee shops and bottomless pools.
Endless caverns echoed with the whisperings of ancient souls.
Walk a little further the heart of the town is alive.
Rich with history.
The people are all laid back,
and old men are in rocking chairs playing chess.
Yes these places do exist.
And they all live amongst the river.
The river that is both a blessing and a curse.
One not complete without the other.
Dear old Alton, sitting on the banks of the Mississippi.
A town full of mystery and romance.
Next to the river that is calm but deadly.
And together they are next to perfect. | |
| not one of m better ones... | [13 Sep 2005|06:51pm] | Give my eyes time to adjust to this new light.
Leave me with my thoughts that seem to be as scattered as the stars.
Let this information sink in before you judge too harshly.
Because I care.
What's happened to you, may I ask?
You aren't the same person.
Has the city lights confused you?
Can you not tell when the sun rises and falls?
It's fallen let me say...
And it's all over now.
There was never anything here for you anyway.
I never gave you that impression,
and if I did believe me when I say I'm sorry.
Believe me when I say I never meant to hurt you.
Trust my words whispered to you this night.
Open your eyes and adjust to the night, as I adjust to the light.
And we'll go on.
We'll go on seperately because that's the way it should be.
That's the way it should stay.
Go ack to your nights in the city and pretend that everything's alright.
And I'll slink back into my nights with the stars and the moon, we'll go on, we'll pretend, and we'll live. | |
| Wordless Poetry | [23 Aug 2005|08:47pm] | Ok so this is a tad long winded, but I got carried away, and I can't seem to put this all into word (note the title) but I tried, because I want my boyfriend to read it, because he wanted to read some of my poetry, and I wanted him to read something FOR him. So yeah, how is it???
What are you thinking?
Or are you just feeling?
Words I heard and welcomed from you.
Feeling.
So powerful is it not?
Something so deep words can't describe.
There is so much that I feel for you.
So much that I want to share, but I am limited.
The touch of your lips against mine.
That look in your eyes.
The heat of your hands.
Emotions run through every vein.
Feelings pulse through my body.
So how can I describe something so intense?
So pure?
How can one just say in three little words how they're feeling?
Words simply can't do it any justice.
And there are moments when we're alone,
and we're lying quietly together,
emotions become a soft breeze...
No,
They simply stir the air,
and they are so real I can feel your thoughts,
and breathe your emotions.
All together or even alone.
What we have is wordless poetry.
The feeling.
The emotion.
The beauty of poetry.
Without a single word. | |
| Winter's Dream | [11 Aug 2005|07:56pm] | Am I a better person now than I was then?
I've been searching for words of honesty,
but they never seem to come out right.
Silence blankets my car,
just like many other things the radio is broken,
and I am left once again with nothing but my thoughts.
Looking toward the horizon I can see the city lights reaching for the sky.
It almost liks like a sunset.
Oh irony how I love thee.
Rolling the windows down the air chills me to the bone and makes my body ache.
And this will help me cope; I think of tonight as nothing more than another winter's dream.
Pleased at myself I drive a little faster, and try to outrun reality. | |
| Thoughts | [09 Jul 2005|06:24pm] | Mind races under the new moon.
No slumber in this black of night.
Too many questions still unanswered.
And still I'm not sure what I'm looking for.
Blankets surround me,
I try to find comfort.
A hunger too deep to be fed tangles my soul.
Thoughts.
Too many fucking thoughts.
They really aren't even irrelevant.
Why do they still visit me every night,
keeping dreams at bay?
Rain begins to pour,
my eyes close again.
Sweet drops filled with lullabies
singing softly on my window.
Minutes turn to hours,
soon the sun will rise.
Again I have no rest to face the world outside.
Thoughts die down as my day begins.
But when I lie in bed again
sleeping so peacefully,
their shadow will come over me,
and slowly ever so slowly consume my sanity. | |
| Only From Afar | [05 Jul 2005|05:08pm] | She always looks so tragic in their eyes.
So lonely, so unhappy.
Sitting by herself, lost in endless thought.
She always looks so tragic in their eyes.
From afar she always looks so tragic in their eyes.
She's always listening to them.
She's always there.
She's always alone, and still they stare.
Has she been crying?
Have they heard her laugh?
Such pain, such loss, and their paths will never cross something they don't understand.
And she knows this all too well.
Secretly she smiles at these people who don't know her at all.
Because they always look so tragic in her eyes. | |
| My Fear | [02 Jul 2005|11:29am] | It's not a fear of being alone.
It's a fear of being abandoned.
To have something then feel it slip through my fingers.
To grip sanity, then go insane.
Like sipping from the cup of eternity,
only to watch it fall and shatter.
Contently I lie alone.
Untouched but unharmed.
Convincing myself that this is what I want.
Whispering to the wind that it's better this way.
It's better if I watch you from afar,
and leave pointless emotions locked inside.
Because even though I may look strong.
I'm really a coward, consumed by this fear.
Still licking my wounds from a past I say I've forgotten.
And still smiling at people I say I've forgiven. | |
| night drive | [30 Jun 2005|05:24pm] | you drove me home
with my head nodding
and I could have sworn
I heard your thoughts
as you made fast work
of dizzy pavement
I would have held you
but my arms were heavy
with too many hours
of pacing laughter
and held breath
through cold teeth
you didn’t see
my eyes open
just an instant longer
to memorize the pale glow
of streetlights on your skin…
you looked so alone there, before
something gripped me
and I
plunged
again
and the radio droned
unheard
please, keep driving
just a little longer
my room is deep and silent, and
I haven’t slept in so long | |
| starry nights in summer | [06 Jun 2005|08:19pm] | On starry nights in summer
we bore our hearts in open fields
and listened in the dark
to stories told and fears revealed,
and thought aloud on how it all might end
and why we never noticed that the juice was gone
‘til we were thirsty.
We stumbled blind and seeing
through woods where evening trees loomed silent priests
and scowled as noisy footsteps
echoed in leafy cathedrals.
On starry nights in summer
solemn moods lie shattered by
unexpected songs,
by lips I couldn’t silent,
which joked and prodded 'round
the burning questions that pursued us
To the bottle or the tables
or one a.m. coffee
in diners that never close.
On starry nights in summer
I pierced the night on top of moving cars
in places where mountains were angry mothers
backlit on a distant glow of countless kitchen lights.
I held my arms above me there
and screamed bloody joy
to make a lover stop
with worried eyes.
The swirling tunnel tangled hair
and pulled the shirt back from my shaking body—
and I held tight to what I could grab,
to black, lakes cool, air cold, metal
and cried aloud above the rushing wind
don't stop... I promise I won't fall.
On starry nights in summer
we made marvelous excuses
for another evening’s company
and laughed and grasped with open hands
at memories to hold us dearly
when at last the stars give in to city lights--
fading slowly like a pain comes creeping.
On starry nights in summer
we held each other,
perched on the precipice
of the state of things
and our parents' mistakes.
And in open fields
we dared to think
that perhaps this time around
things would change
for the better. | |
| [17 May 2005|04:52pm] | ~My Existence~
Existence is what binds us to on another.
LIfe is merely an illusion.
My taste buds are numb.
My sight is unclear.
Every sense is dulled.
Images flash through my head,
and I cannot decipher if they are memories,
or just false hope.
Laying here in no where I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.
My heart beats faster, my blood runs cold,
and I still cannot move.
From the sky falls stinging rain of my shattered dreams.
My mouth does not close and still no sound can come out.
Slowly I drowned in my fail past, the past I could have done something about.
Giving up on these dreams, my passions, left me this way.
It is why I am here.
It is why I do not live, but merely exist, and now it is why I die. | |
| Sing your soul | [12 May 2005|08:16pm] | | [ | mood | | |  so very happy | ] | The notes flow through my body like the blood in my veins.
Crisp melody dances on the edge of my tongue.
Time has frozen over for this moment.
Images flash though my head.
Song feeds my soul.
Rythum warms my cold flesh.
Louder,
softer,
stronger,
faster,
slower.
Emotion in every word, power in each note.
I am complete. | |
| [27 Mar 2005|08:22pm] | Apathetic chivalry,
That's just what we need.
More people to charge the line without knowing why.
No one gets all the facts.
No one ever asks why.
They go where they aren't sent.
Just to be seen in the action.
They don't really care, just as long as they are there.
Just as long as they are seen,
too many run away, but much more go to save the saved.
Lets get real people. | |
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