where the moon is forgottendesolate mountain where the moon is forgottenwhere the moon is forgotten in Free Verse More Like This
these twisting trees are defeating the sky
this is where I will take your life
impending damnation is dancing around my intentions
nothing would ever mourn for you
frost will conceal your decay
your ghost will bow before me in silence
the others are coming, all bound to my will
you would feel so wretched
if i had allowed you to feel
a viatorthe snow laden boughs looma viator in Free Verse More Like This
and veil the serpentine pass.
without stint I wallow.
as I traverse the earth in shades of grey
a viator, bestowed no notice
to relinquish prosaic thoughts.
to luxuriate in the nothingness
and absence of others.
silenceblack fog is swarming about the shipsilence in Free Verse More Like This
each wisp a carrier of despair
willing to guide you into perdition.
all cries for deliverance will fall
beneath the sea of diseased coiling mist
where silence thrives
desperationin desperationdesperation in Free Verse More Like This
I'm fighting for my consciousness.
I am destruction.
I'm arising from my healing.
death and dark curiosity
obliterate the wildfire and
once a cage
is now only a broken realm
and a falling passage.
old and hollow
faded and formless.
I will elevate
to a snow-dusted path.
and silver tongues will flick out
and catch me.
and save me from the rising sun.
insoucianceanother time you've looked through my pulseinsouciance in Free Verse More Like This
deaf to the shrieking of vital failing
only my song has the stealth to slip by you
no vacancy near your balance
and I'm sorry.
elastic reaches and falling short
distance chills my pleas
released all warmth and
the wraith of allure.
your insouciance drips
down my spine. crawling
deceptionslamentations dripping from lying lips anddeceptions in Free Verse More Like This
blossoms cascading to the frozen ground
in ethereal deceptions.
I am retaining my façade.
something worseendless waves and your remains,something worse in Free Verse More Like This
the sun brighter than ever seen.
a missing piece just like all the other makeshift bridges,
that want to never let you go on.
deciding you're not minding staying after all.
thinking your enduring is bringing you closer to farther away,
that sparing a few moments could be worth it as long as you're alone
the falls honoring their name with reckless abandon,
and trying to free your feet from the ground;
one of the few things you would expect to persist
but it too will erode away
like every friend that could ever be made.
pursed lips blowing away dust that proliferates
with every tick the second hand makes,
and somehow your other hand can't sweep away.
and now you're shaking like you sometimes do
the companion of erratic breathing.
not even a shot of light could find you now.
when I cry you cry too.
but I wish I could do something else.
it plagues your every thought
and I fell ill just as long ago
but I'm quarantined for fear of s
a second thoughtdissolving glares on glassa second thought in Free Verse More Like This
a blinded phantom is fading into streams
of dull shining shade marks
sketched into the prison on a second thought.
intervening and melting, leading to nowhere
and dividing the moonlight
that creates the shadow of the lost.
chronoswishing days would slip by faster but,chronos in Free Verse More Like This
how long is it exactly, until this now is past me?
Chronos softens the blades of mistakes
and readies ears for old outtakes.
"You can hardly call it a prevarication,
if you're intending to reveal it on a different occasion."
it takes time, they say, but everything does.
to heal any wound, to remember lost love,
but I think so old and I feel too young,
and I wont find peace til my neck is wrung.
forgiving me is like an invitation,
almost allowing equivocation.
and I've deduced that I need some assistance
unless you're offering...
you should keep your distance.
gemstoneyour potential is putrefactiongemstone in Free Verse More Like This
and nauseous fumes of hope engulf you
retreat, now, and force comprehension
into your rotten sense of reason.
you wont transform, and you will never restore
you don't belong here, not anymore.
I couldn't fathom a use for you now.
like a deceiving gemstone you convince yourself
that you're something you're not
that you have some worth that surely I've mistaken
but I can see right through you
and I've discovered all of your melted plastic seams.
You were not ever real or natural in any sense.
Just shaped by man.
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
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Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
THE WISDOM OF LOVETHE WISDOM OF LOVETHE WISDOM OF LOVE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wise man once asked me if I truly knew about love,
I said I thought so, but I was willing to learn more thereof,
He looked at me and said these words, "Love is redemption,
But truly unconditional love is without any exemption."
With those words he had me wanting to know more,
I had never looked at love as being redeeming before,
But it made perfect sense, because in it we find salvation,
Furthermore, love is limitless and free from segregation,
He spoke of a love that dares all of us in so many ways,
And how when we find our way run to it, no wasting days,
I found his words to be so profound, advice I cannot forget,
He taught me that telling someone "I love you" has no regret,
"They're three words often said too much when it doesn't exist,
Yet they are seldom spoke enough when the feeling insists."
He talked of how deep love can be, like the abyss of an ocean,
That made a resounding impact upon me to say such a notion,
I definitely let him know I would take his wis
NOTHING MANNOTHING MANNOTHING MAN in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes I feel that this world would never miss me,
For I am invisible in a society too self-consumed to see,
In the eyes of many I'm just a mere name existing,
Some will read this and comment to me insisting,
That I am someone who walks according to plan,
Yet I find myself more each day becoming a nothing man,
There are times the mirror reflects my bane of existence,
It's a theme in my life that shows up with great persistence,
At least to me it is, for as I said I'm just a name to you,
Perhaps I'm even giving more credit to that which is due,
Am I hated or am I loved or does this world even care?
All I ask is for someone to open up your eyes and share,
Share with me that this nothing man is my mind lying,
Instead, I feel that I'm just a lonely soul, simply dying
NO TRUTH IS PERFECTNO TRUTH IS PERFECTNO TRUTH IS PERFECT in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hush little girl, you're throwing rocks again,
Mind your business, for there are houses of mirrors,
If you throw a stone at one, the image will remain,
Have I made myself clear?
Apparently not, for your mouth has caught my ire,
Don't let me warn you about getting burnt,
You know for a fact the dangers of dancing in the fire,
I guess some never quite take from lessons learned.
I'm in your head right now, reading your every thought,
May I ask as to why you are so fake?
Oh here we go with all the battles only you have fought,
Flashing your credentials, there's only so much I can take.
Go on and be upon your snobbish way,
The truth can hit you hard when you least expect,
I know it hurts when the truth lies in what I say,
I only wanted you to know that not even I am perfect
INTO MY THOUGHTSINTO MY THOUGHTSINTO MY THOUGHTS in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These voices, a thousand different voices in my head,
An agonizing attempt to get me to do what they've said,
They are the scars on what once was a brilliant mind,
But time and trauma have long since left the genius behind,
They are incessant verbalizations that taunt me,
As well as the unrelenting mistakes that haunt me,
I am mentally beaten and broken down,
Forever shackled to the sins I must lug around,
Trust me for it is the truth when I say,
You don't want to see through my mind's eye in any way,
It's a sickness, a life sucking disease you'll see,
The continuous circle of viciousness that surrounds me,
If only there was a forgivable way out,
I would take it with no hesitation or doubt,
I am lucky if you will, in some respects,
For my mind slips into the void each day allowing me to forget,
This is my response to you, who choose to criticize,
Step into my world, dive into my thoughts and perhaps you'll realize,
We all have different ways, some by choice others by c
TAKE ME BACKTAKE ME BACKTAKE ME BACK in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take me back to our days of weed and cheap alcohol,
We were just naïve kids, who thought we knew it all,
Chasing dreams that so few of us were able to reach,
The rest of us learned from lessons you just can’t teach,
A lot of us came back home, but it’s just not the same,
Certain faces we remember, but forgot their names,
We’d fiddle around with love, but few stayed together,
Our dreams were those of youth, who believed in forever,
Music cranked, as we cruised all around this small town,
And there’s you, I know you loved me, but I let you down,
If only you’d known how you were the apple of my eye,
Regrets for not showing it, keep me questioning why,
Why did I go and leave you that way, crying in your tracks,
If only I had turned around, maybe you’d have taken me back…
NO NAME GIRLNO NAME GIRLNO NAME GIRL in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's the beautiful girl with no name,
Yet she lives in solitude and shame,
Burdened by desolation and sorrow,
Hardened by no cares for tomorrow,
Once she was a child spoiled rotten,
Now she's simply a woman forgotten,
Humble now in every possible way,
All because the world had to get its say,
And with all that, it left her far behind,
Remnants of an abandoned heart to find,
She can't bring herself to lofty dreams,
It's her against fears and worries it seems,
But these are merely my thoughts I know,
Wonders I have each day with her shy hello,
Today is different I'll try to get her to speak,
Yet days have passed, it's been over a week,
And I'm wondering why have I not seen her,
Rarely have I missed her, did something occur?
I guess she was enjoying a deserved vacation,
I missed her nonetheless for any occasion,
So I asked a colleague about no name girl,
Her reply, "Didn't you hear? She left this world."
My heart sunk, for she committed suicide,
I suppose from it all she cou
TOMORROWS PASSEDTOMORROWS PASSEDTOMORROWS PASSED in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know you lost him for good with all the pills he ate,
He loved them more than you, he didn't even hesitate,
You watched him die lying there in a stupor of repose,
For that was his best rest in years one might suppose,
He was always taking extremes with his indulgent actions,
Always leaving you feeling a sense of broken satisfactions,
I'd assume you never understood the obstacles he faced,
Did you ever wonder why his priorities were displaced?
Or was it just that you'd turn him away, citing your own vanity,
Never occurring to you that he was lost in his own insanity?
Well he was so lost in it that there was only one way out,
He believed Hell is where the cowards go, he had no doubt,
I think he sees now he was mistaken and thankfully wrong,
Dry your eyes tonight and try your best to remain strong,
He cannot apologize to you and loved ones, not how he'd like,
Emptiness looms your first time without him next to you tonight,
Try your best to get some rest tonight an
BREAKING UP WITH LIFEBREAKING UP WITH LIFEBREAKING UP WITH LIFE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm breaking up with life I don't know what else to say,
We had a good run for thirty-five years, now we must part ways,
I never wanted to hurt you like this, but I can't go on pretending,
No more lies to justify that what we had was never ending,
We all fall down and almost always find our feet again,
I'm sad for doing this to you, but I must find my smile dear friend,
You've weighed me down and you've become impossible to find,
Trust me when I say this, I gave you my all and left nothing behind,
I can't keep living this way while fulfilling expectations set by you,
In the same, I can't keep disappointing your unrealistic views,
Farewell life, farewell to our memories both the good and the bad,
If it's any consolation in this moment, you were the best I've ever had.
PERFECTLY IMPERFECTPERFECTLY IMPERFECTPERFECTLY IMPERFECT in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you ask her, she'll say she has mounting imperfections,
But I just don't see any and I've looked from various directions,
In my eyes, she's flat out beautiful in every step of the way,
Maybe I've lost my sight and haven't seen her in the light of day,
No, that's not it at all for she's perfection I wish she'd just agree,
When she looks in the mirror, what imperfections does she see?
These "imperfections" are not blatantly obvious to the naked eye,
She will often say she's ugly, such a statement I continually deny,
Her beauty goes way beyond skin deep, she has a beautiful soul,
Lest we not forget how sublime her heart is, for mine she stole,
Over time I have learned to just play along with her little skit,
I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you I believe in beautiful and she is it,
Now when I wake her in the morning with a smile and a kiss,
I go along and remind her of how perfectly imperfect she truly is
ACCEPTANCEACCEPTANCEACCEPTANCE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When do we silence the bigots from the prejudice they preach?
When do we start allowing more of the intelligent minds to teach?
The time is now to do away with the single practice of tolerance,
Let opening the mind be joined by opening our hearts with acceptance,
Stop following the precedent set as the standard by those so crass,
And begin working as one showing some patience along with class,
Don't be so quick to judgment simply based on what it is our eyes see,
Rather let this world come to know a better you and a better me,
It's time now to step up and acknowledge those who take the dare,
For we all should take the time to let our neighbors know that we care,
Maybe you believe that there is no place to show kindness and a heart,
Although I respect your thoughts, I believe we can give more on our part,
Let's end the shameful act of segregating due to the pigment of skin,
Once we are beyond that point then we can see true beauty from within,
Some might say that segregation
a quiet ascension:so guess what: today i looked at you, felt our knees touching beneath the table, but i didn't want to break the vase between our faces. so today i realized i didn't want you, i just wanted you around. i still want you around.a quiet ascension: in Free Verse More Like This
so guess what, i know what getting punched in the stomach feels like and it's a lot like seeing the way you look at her but i'm getting stronger. someday you can hit me with your hardest and i won't even feel it.
so guess what; sometimes i want to address a letter to ricky and brian and jake and tell all you fuckers that i'm tired of being sorry and i'm done.
so guess what: i'm happier when you're around but pianos and teacups and seagulls are pretty okay. if i could loosen my grip on you i think i'd be pretty okay too.
so guess what, i'm in one of those moods that i'd quite to vandalize your chessboard brain, take my redyellowblue spray paint and bury your logic beneath it. the only thing is, i'm not sure if any of us would be happier.
so guess what; this is one
letters to seagulls.(i.letters to seagulls. in Free Verse More Like This
everything was fine until i drove through your part of town.
it is around this part of the highway that i remember exactly what your hand feels like in mine.
it is around this time of night that i remember why that song still makes me cry.
suddenly i realize that i know how to get to his house from here.
but i know how to get to your house from anywhere.
i often mentally calculate exactly how many turn signals and stops signs it would take to get to you.
but a million road maps can't tell me how to get through to you.)
the clock chimes 2:47 and i am suddenly disillusioned.
my fantasy world dissolves into a million grains of sand that i cannot hold and you.
you are probably thinking about studying and life and the ocean and anything but me.
you always accept the apologies i don't mean and i honestly don't think it's always my fault.
but maybe someday i'll get so fed up that i'll tie kitestrings to seagull wings and they'll carry me so far
that maybe you'll miss me.
dear, you won't understand.dear jake's girl:dear, you won't understand. in Free Verse More Like This
you are a child.
children don't know how to handle hearts so you're giving it to him and
he is only a child too so he will play with it until it breaks.
you know he doesn't understand but the truth is you don't either.
you will gently tie your heartstrings to sunrises;
to stalactites and his favorite songs.
dear jake's girl, i am so sorry for what he will do to you.
dear ricky's girl:
even relatively speaking, you are fucking idiot.
compromises made in white lace will still
strangle you in your sleep but
you don't know that yet.
dear ricky's girl,
you will keep trying but you will never be enough
to keep him tied down.
but you keep coming back, white lace all over again because
you love that stupid fucking boy.
even as ashes: forgotten you cannot let go.
dear ricky's girl,
i know you call him rick but some day
you will call him ricky because he:
he is someone different now.
or perhaps you're not that white lace girl anymore.
dear jake's girl (reprise):
just because it
forever as we're now.i.forever as we're now. in Free Verse More Like This
when we met, you were on the verge of 13,
on the verge of new beginnings,
on the verge of something.
my sheets are tangled
from tuesday's nightmares.
my hair dryer is on my bedroom floor
because i blew a fuse in the bathroom.
there's a collage on my floor because
i love putting broken things back together.
everything is poetic.
i can express everything
except how i feel.
there's a small red sticker
on the bottom of my table,
next to a small blue one and a small green one.
three moves, three uprootings,
three stickers we didn't bother to remove.
three out of seven definitions of home.
home is not a house, it is not a place.
home is a feeling. home was you.
home was you.
i'm shaking, and i'm still.
when your eyes meet mine, i lose
simple skills. like to tell you
all i want,
i want to paint you words,
i want to tell you stories
better than jazz and sunrises
i want. to give you something
that deserves to be yours.
and before i k
to the sky.once upon a time in a faraway land, i was one of those girls that wanted to be a seagull when she grew up. i figured that the clouds tasted like coca-cola mixed with dreams come true, and sometimes i laid in the grass: arms outstretched. almost like a bird tied to the ground, crucified in a place it did not belong.to the sky. in Free Verse More Like This
but like every other girl, i grew up. my converse still superglued to the concrete, i contented myself with pulling kites out of the sky so i could taste what love is like up there. but if my colorful kites pressed between the pages of a shakespeare anthology gave me love, it tasted a lot like hurt. fingers and limbs get tangled up in kitestrings but if you make it out you still have nothing but a kite that can't fly anymore.
from here, i can see the sky and the treetops and it's okay. at sixteen, i am not gliding among the coca-cola clouds but gazing at them from the southern windows in your upper room. my arms outstretched don't feel anything like wings but your fingers fi
where the heart is.my fingers are tangled in wires of golden sunshine,where the heart is. in Free Verse More Like This
and you're drowning in the passing time.
my tows are swallowed up by the sky as it rolls by,
and your brown eyes remind me that
someday i will be home.
someday i will be home.
sometimes i get caught up in the rush of the city,
and sometimes on sundays your intentions get carried away by the tide.
sometimes the clouds unfold and we are caught in their shadows.
but sometimes you put your arms around me and i am reminded that:
someday i will be home,
someday i will be home,
someday i will be home.
and it seems as though my paper flowers up and died,
and it needs to be real. it needs to take everything to count.
children's books make me cry and i am made of:
cold silver wires, but you make me feel real, and i know that
someday i will be home.
love, by any other nameroses, tucked awaylove, by any other name in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as I still deny what is
you put everything
in the petals you crafted
for a foolish girl.
you put everything
into chasing her down, and
finally, one day:
she stopped running, and
suddenly the roses fell,
their petals trampled.
she can't understand
why the rose that walks away
still smells just as sweet.
seems I cannot sleep
without a lie from your lips
like a shooting star.
it seems the smell of
paper roses underfoot
if I assemble
the petals once more, it is
still only a lie.
instead, I need a
funeral for your paper
roses, tucked away.
and perhaps you, or
who you wanted to be: my
subdivide our heartbeats.beat, beat.subdivide our heartbeats. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
two beats steady and then one that's not. here we are, together again, never again. something is on your mind, written on the constellations on your sleeve that i'm afraid i absolutely cannot read. something is on your mind and maybe on your heart and your unsteady heartbeat is subdividing mine.
your leg is shaking and you can't keep your fingers still and i know you better than i should. maybe it's finally getting to you. maybe i'm finally getting to you.
two breaths steady and then one that's not. you care about her but you don't love her like she loves you and maybe sometimes you wish you could. i wish i could dive into the lamp-lit recesses of your chessboard brain and convince your mind to restart your heart. i promise i won't break it. your mind always stops you from feeling, your ocean eyes always find my green ones and your heartbeat always subdivides mine. you always subdivide me.
listen, jake:listen, we used to be happy and now every time i drink generic lemonade i think of you. i sit at a round table and eat scalloped potatoes and drink lemonade but i don't miss you. i don't miss us. i miss the idea of us.listen, jake: in Free Verse More Like This
listen, my brother is starting confirmation and that's where our story started. it ended with a few unsent letters, some poetry, a lot of regrets and a single methodist cross on a chain that i would come to reuse.
listen, regret tastes a lot like lemonade and feels like blue silk beneath my feet and looks like hammers and strings tangled up alone onstage.
listen, i don't know if i loved you or the idea of you, but it doesn't matter now. what is will be.
listen, it's hard to get over our tangled limbs and tangled hearts like spiderwebs: breaking. but i know i will.
listen, we don't have anything to apologize for anymore. we knocked over the vase and the flowers died and we are still only human. there are thing
the art of falling.the best laid plans arethe art of falling. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
still only human error.
(I breathe in, breathe out)
I hear you breathing
over my shoulder, (just like
you did our last night)
before these things fall,
before all is forgotten,
I'm walking away.
you'll look to the sky
and see that I'm not drowning:
a kite, still flying.
these things will fall, like
coins flipped over and over.
all choices we made.
these things weren't ours to
keep, pretending at something
I hear you breathing
over my shoulder, (just like
when we were in love)
SemperAnd when we reach through skin of steel, we seeSemper in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An alien heart, unlike that on the earth
And when we reach past skull of steel, we find
An alien brain, not that of you and me.
If every greatest act is done down here
By some amazing mind of shocking feats
That could not come from any human birth,
I know, and so should you, we live in fear.
The greatest mind and greatest actor, all!
The brighter man, the one past all regret!
He stands alone, where we could never climb,
He stands aloof; we cannot help but fall.
The greatest man does not a nation make,
But greater men do make the planet shake.
Not Every Apple Is SinNot every apple is sin,Not Every Apple Is Sin in Free Verse More Like This
and not every color is a metaphor;
white can be dirty
and black can be good.
Not every flash of light
holds inside it higher meaning.
Not every word is a story in itself
but, then again, it is.
CavernousEbony and cold, unfeeling bone,Cavernous in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lightning or a levitating gold,
The brass unfeeling, rooted down in bold,
Formation that, in information, shone.
From four to two to one and one ensnared,
In alternating two and three and twelve,
From first to third, a cavern; depths to delve
And search inside for meaning, something shared.
All ready. Already on the key,
The photograph gone swirling under glass;
A flavor floats to the surface o'er the brass
And comes to life; I'm thrown into the sea.
And by the hammered pricking of my thumbs,
The end of wicked witches this way comes.
The NightWelcome toThe Night in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to aeons and epochs of missing light
Welcome to night.
This is when you run inside, run away in fright.
This is when you turn on all the lights.
This is night.
This is where we used to roam,
Places we owned when the shadows came out.
With outlines unknown, we could the comb the streets
And did until we were grown.
And now we are creatures of habit, of blight
Of weakening sight and more and more light
Of lengthening shadows of lessening height
Of fearing and jeering and nearing the night.
And soon comes the night.
And so we wait in our miniature circles of light
jetting and threading and dreading the night
As it smoothly approaches, encroaching the white--
ShoreSometimes I wonder what life would be likeShore in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, I have nightmares.
MarieShe stood and smiled, with nothing leftMarie in Free Verse More Like This
She walked away, left nothing
But me on the pavement, me on the sidewalk
On the curb of the alley in the back of her mind.
She wiped the grease and dirt and blood
On crumpled, faded, pinkish folds
As I sat and I watched as she walked and she walked
And she walked from my body with no looks behind.
And while she walked, I knew
There would be laughter brewing
On the edge of her mouth and the sides of her eyes
As she walked from my body with no looks behind.
And as she walked, I heard
The drums and the choirs come forth
As I sat and I watched as she walked and I slept
On the curb of the alley in the back of her mind.
OliaeretI have no time to speak in tented tonguesOliaeret in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And neither shall I try to fight the tide
But when I tried to bear it down, I sighed
And let the light of lightning lead my lungs
Deep breaths, strong breaths, to push the lettered lim,
It flying free, I could not help but break
Into your room, and set a raging lake
Of not the first, nor second, but the slim.
And now I look, and see that, all in vain
Have I attempted to deny your right
For you have day, and I shall own my night
Control the moon, and drink its wax and wane.
What truth in couplets ever could appear?
Said I once, too. But now I look a seer.
CascadeThis is the time when it all comes outCascade in Free Verse More Like This
When it all comes out for real, when
all the words and pictures mesh
And spread and mix and flesh themselves out.
This is the time when it all lets free
And sets free and gets free and flies into me
When the rumbling tides of termagant thunder
all fall down and sprinkle back through.
This is the time when I stop repeating,
When I stop believing that holding is right,
When I start my starting to start into the night
and step back to step up and step into the light.
But this is the time when it all starts to fade,
A summer-borne storm on a pale breath of air
That, just as it blasts and bombasts, disappears
And falls back and haunts me and clothes me in shade.
Morningsun slips quick pink fingers upMorning in Free Verse More Like This
through holes in branching trees
cuts into the gray-blue flesh of night;
it bleeds light.
fingers on the windowpanes
tap early-bird songs,
dewdrops slip off leaves in fear
fingers jostle me from sleep;
my eyes alight on pillows
where a kinder sun once shone,
but I am alone.
-untitled-i will meet you-untitled- in Free Verse More Like This
at Lehr's Motel
under the motel sign,
air conditioned tv."
we will dress as ravens wings,
stand fiingertip to fingertip,
and blow away,
words floating off a page,
our feet dangling in sky.
i will meet you
after we have drifted
like two dandilions lifted
among Ten thousand more bronze seeds
dry twisting in a breeze,
each scrambling for sweet earth
each holding dreamlessness.
They blossom into boredom
to sip the last drops of rain.
hacking up green plegm
biting their leaves,
and blaming aphids.
cracking their stems,
into withered spines.
no honey bee makes love to them.
They suffocate for sunshine.
"dress in the d
shooting star sonataI saw you staring out over the blue and bushy earthshooting star sonata in Surrealism More Like This
under a lamp post burning dim and yellow when
i slid across the opal sky in june. i spun and zang like a rocket down
like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon.
Like a spark from dusty shadows on the moon i
darkened, twinkled, -saw the crushing weight below the clouds-
the tight box houses crunched tiny corridors and frowns.
so cold it must be there, blown about by wind by wind and drenched by rain and washed out by rain 'till nobody has color anymore.
And nobody has color anymore. like dried up
vines that wrap around a tree and
--that is the most natural thing--
So i saw you wispering wishes at the sky
--that is the most natural thing--
trusting in the wind to carry them high
out of your own orbits up to me and i
might carry them to god
let me tell you something boy -i've been there-
let me tell you god spoke once
in long and dusty tones and now
under a lamp post
every song.the last time i cracked my head on the coffe tableevery song. in Free Verse More Like This
i was penniless and heartsick and my father stitched my broken bone himself.
the last time i was on a plane
i wore sunglasses,
i looked out the window,
i looked back.
the last time i kissed someone i was under star
s and piss ass drunk just like the last time
i watched Coffee and Cigarettes.
so now i'm putting myself under finger.
i'm smelling spiced amaretto'
i'm licking my cirarette
i'm living in a hole the size of my head
dancing in the kitchen.
not sleeping red eyed not eating looking at faces in the clouds.
in paintings an angel is a beautiful man with a halo and wings.
in real life your heart is torn out and you drop your coffee cup and quiver and
use your excuses to cover up the sun.
sometimes i bleed from the eyes like a statue of the mother
sometimes i stand on the street and wait for the rain or a ride
i've got no one coming for me.
sometimes i sleep
and sometimes i dance.
serenadeI hear the coughing at four or five in the morningserenade in Open More Like This
when i ease through the black crack in the doorway to your room.
your skinny throat grumbling agian like a steeple crashing into your lungs.
Sometimes i feel my hands are sewn behind my back my darling.
Sometimes i see you trembling, glistening with crystals, like a closed fist too
tight for me to squeeze through.
Sometimes i feel your skin like an empty emberless furnace, cold and hard
and when i saw an ant creeping up the bone on your shoulder in the dark
to crush it
i pressed my skin to your skin
and i held and i held and i held.
One More Song for the OpressedOne more time, the chestnut leaves with dead dry throatsOne More Song for the Opressed in Free Verse More Like This
fall with a silent crash as the spider spins millions dead.
And no one hears the song of dust when the dot com calls;
Writhing suicide girls and burning boys.
One more time, he presses his thumb
against the slick thick back of the luminous beatle
and it's legs spread out like grasping fingers on the glass,
and his hands pull his hair down in a frown because life
is that fragile, but the beatle smiles because the meek
shall inherit the earth.
The view from the Dawn Chateauwe are going.The view from the Dawn Chateau in Free Verse More Like This
Because there are rain drenched waistcoats left idle on oak pegs down in the city.
Ancient avenues the finger of god drew, long and lonely and frozen as the
veins of frost flowers.
we are going.
Past the scarlet Ibis with it's neck craned up wailing in the rain.
Past the dawn spires that struggle to pierce the smoke from the stacks and the towers.
Beyond the white Heron bleeding in the brush, crumbled like an old hand, and the Finch flocks
scattering like dice.
we are going.
Walking away from the battered walls where besieged minds suffocate in smog.
The ancient stones the color of red wine and fading hay will crumble in like clattering teeth.
we are bandaging our knuckles, closing the book and melting out eyes.
we are going.
leaving by the blackened paths down the faces of boulders piled like bubbles of blood.
Colliding into one another with our faces in our hands. With our faces in our hands
we are g
the unfinished gentleman.Words have a weight all their own.the unfinished gentleman. in Open More Like This
Pushing the stones around with my tongue
i excavate speach, uncovering artifacts.
i found everything within an alabaster jar.
the dried wine the scrap of linen, the halting
I seek the eternal engine
not just the combustion of the heart.
Looking forward to midnight
and to dusk at the crossroads writing
names with a stick in the dust an infinity
of names in the dust and nothing lifts my blood
but moving from word to word to word.
The HoleThere is nothing here.The Hole in Free Verse More Like This
Lips that utter everybody's words won't get you here.
Unseen arms scratch useless eyelids here.
The uniform of flesh drowns down here,
where darkness dissolves color
conviludes stone moss and universe.
There is nothing here.
nothing to worry about offending nature.
nothing ever lived that had a nature.
unforgiven feet fall everywhere on earth and that
Down here there is no voice.
no hole to fall through
no black empty soil to grow solitude or
weariness more and more and more.
Down here in perfect
dark.. ..we grow by less and less and less.
tiny man made starsi wishedtiny man made stars in Free Verse More Like This
on christmas lights this evening
drooping from their wires
like dew dropping off a leaf
like bold blue stars draped
around the sycamore in the yard.
under the smokey violet sky
when no other stars can shine
or catch the wishes rising
in a swollen insence smoke
up to god
there's a constellation tangled in those trees.
lightning bugs wrapped in spider webs of wire.
i wished on them
from the back porch with the busted telescope,
and hoped they wouldn't sputter out
in the inky black
Hakuna MatataHakuna Matata in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no cares in this world
sing hakuna matata
and just fly away
Ludzie sa zalosniMiarowy stukot kół uspokajał, a głowa zaczęła mi delikatnie opadać na ramię. Stres, a właściwie adrenalina, opuszczała moje ciało, powoli zaczynało dopadać mnie zmęczenie. Zazwyczaj takim chwilom towarzyszyła jeszcze satysfakcja, ale nie tym razem. Miałam powody do zadowolenia, przynajmniej z pozoru. Jak zwykle mi się udało, bezbłędna akcja jestem w końcu najlepsza. Najdroższa, ale perfekcyjna. Od przeszło dziesięciu lat, czyli od czasu, kiedy zaczęłam działać na własną rękę, nie popełniłam żadnego błędu - wszystkie zlecenia wykonałam bez problemu.Ludzie sa zalosni in Short Stories More Like This
Zawsze byłam dobra, ambitna, może wręcz chorobliwie ambitna. Już podczas szkolenia nie przebierałam w środkach, robiłam wszystko, by wygrywać. Z resztą w szkole dla tajnych jednostek przemoc by&
AnatSłońce paliło jej skórę, a usta pękały z wysuszenia. W oczach czuła ziarna piasku, właściwie czuła je na całej powierzchni swego ciała. Były w jej pionierkach, zakradały się pod bluzkę i wpadały do bojówek. Szła przed siebie, chociaż tak naprawdę nie miała pojęcia gdzie jest to przed siebie i co jej przyniesie. Krajobraz był monotonny, piasek, złocisty ciepły i mieniący się. Lecz to wciąż był jedynie i ciągle piasek.Anat in Short Stories More Like This
Błękitne niebo, na którym nie można było dostrzec, przynoszących wytchnienie obłoków, nie pozostawiało złudzeń. Upał utrzyma się do zmroku, kiedy to z kolei będzie bardzo zimno.
Była już bardzo znużona, gdy nagle, przed sobą ujrzała niezwykłą kobietę. Szła dumnie, wolno i dostojnie. Ubrana był
AuraSiedziała pod ścianą, ramionami obejmując kolana. Spode łba patrzyła na mijających ją ludzi.Aura in Short Stories More Like This
Miała dość patrzenia na ich maski i słuchania potoków kłamstw, co chwila wypływających z ich ust.
Zamknęła oczy, wyciszyła się i po chwili znów patrzyła na biegnących w różnych kierunkach. Teraz
jednak nie widziała ich masek, lecz ich prawdziwe oblicza. Twarze skrywane w mroku
podświadomości. Znała ich cele i marzenia, wiedziała ile są w stanie zrobić by je zrealizować.
Bezpośrednio przed nią przeszedł właśnie młody mężczyzna. Był raczej niski i chudy, a na nosie miał
spore okulary. Ubrany był w jeansy i szarą bluzę z kapturem, wyglądał pospolicie, jak jakiś licealista, a
może student podrzędnej uczelni. Otaczała go turkusowa poświata
Las latem.Nic nie widziałam, jasność wypełniała moje źrenice. Przymknęłam powieki i osłoniłam oczy wierzchem, mokrej jeszcze, dłoni. Czułam na policzkach rześkie, wilgotne podmuchy. Mijały lata, a mnie wciąż tę samą przyjemność dawał dotyk nagrzanego słońcem drewna, szum poruszanych wiatrem trzcin. Białe obłoki bawiące się nad granicą horyzontu moi starzy przyjaciele. Sielankowa scenerie zadawała mi się czasem wręcz kiczowata, ale przecież ludzie tak generalnie lubią kicz. Zbyt idealne kwiaty w wazonie, zachody słońca, gwieździste noce. Ja nie różniłam się od nich. Lato spędzane na pomoście nad czystym jeziorem, pełnym raków i ryb, wsłuchiwanie się w opowieści trzcin, chlupot wody uderzającej o deski. Od lat najlepiej odpoczywałam nie wLas latem. in Short Stories More Like This
NarodzinyMiało być na zawsze, miało być na wieczność, miało być do śmierci.Narodziny in Short Stories More Like This
I ściskając moją dłoń, patrząc prosto w oczy, obiecywałeś sto lat albo i dwieście. Do końca świata i jeden dzień dłużej.
Przysięgałeś: w zdrowiu i chorobie, radości i smutku. Dawałeś słowo, że w potrzebie, że zawsze i wszędzie.
Przyrzekałeś, że będziesz.
To był ciężki dzień, a ja byłam wykończona i wtedy... Poczułam ciepłą dłoń na swoim ramieniu.
- Cześć skarbie wyszeptał mi do ucha.
Spojrzałam w jego błękitne oczy i na chwilę w nich zatonęłam. Te tęczówki o barwie lodu zawsze mnie zachwycały. Objął mnie ramieniem, a ja wtuliłam się w jego pierś. Otoczył mnie zapach perfum, uwielbia
Rozmowa..- Jest Pan szczęśliwy?Rozmowa.. in Short Stories More Like This
- Tak, a Pani?
- Tak. Lubi Pan wiosnę?
- Tak, a Pani?
- Tak. Umie Pan pływać?
- Tak, a Pani?
- Tak. Lubi Pan szpinak?
- Tak, a Pani?
- Tak. Jada Pan czerwone mięso?
- Tak, a Pani?
- Koniec przesłuchania? zapytał, uśmiechając się zadziornie.
- Nie... nie do końca... jest coś... o co... próbowała zebrać myśli.
- Cii... słuchaj. szepnął, przykładając jej palec do ust.
- Powiedział Pan do mnie na TY"? zapytała z nadzieją w głosie.
- Posłuchaj. Morze. odparł cicho.
Przymknęła oczy i usłyszała. Cichy szum, napływał razem z ruchem fal.
Pod stopami czuła drobniutki, ciepły piasek.
Jej twarz owiewał letni wiatr, o słonym posmaku.
Ostatnie promienie słońca rzucały lekko pomarańczowy blask, który
OnaTwarz miała miłą, okrągłą, zupełnie niepozorną. Spory, wąski nos zajmował jej centralny punkt. Duże, dość szeroko rozstawione oczy przyciągały uwagę, kształtem podobne były do migdałów. Kolorem przywodziły na myśl bezchmurne, letnie niebo. Jej usta były wąskie, małe i bladoróżowe. Policzki miała okrągłe, a kiedy się uśmiechała pojawiały się w nich zabawne dołeczki.Ona in Short Stories More Like This
Rysy miała ostre i to chyba przez nie jej twarz zdawała się czasem brzydka.
Włosy, barwy zupełnie przeciętnej, upinała w bezładny kok. Kilka pojedynczych kosmyków zawsze opadało na jej niskie czoło, upstrzone piegami.
Wzrostu była średniego, miała szerokie biodra, dużą pupę, ale piersi raczej małe. Wąsko wcięta talia wyglądała nieco komiczn
BurzaTego dnia wracałam do domu w parne, letnie popołudnie. Szłam wpatrując się w szarość mijanego asfaltu. Każda następna kostka chodnika była podobna do poprzedniej. (Monotonia jest nudna, nie uważacie? Każda płytka powinna mieć inny kolor, albo wzór, wtedy każdy spacer mógłby być przygodą.) Powietrze pachniało nadchodzącymi zmianami. Przebijała się w nim delikatna nutka leśnego zapachu, lecz dominował dławiący aromat zbliżającej się rewolucji. Z każdym krokiem zbliżałam się do celu, a w powietrzu wciąż narastał zapach oczekiwania. Ten dobrze wszystkim znany, poprzedzający burzę. Rodzaj duchoty, parności i gorąca, które trwają dopóki nie spadną pierwsze krople, rozganiając niezdrowe napięcie.Burza in Short Stories More Like This
Nie wiem co takiego niezwykłego jest w deszczu, ale uwie
MariaCzuła silny ból między żebrami. Brzuch" też bolał ją strasznie, a z oczu płynęły obfite strużki łez. Z coraz większymi problemami łapała oddech.Maria in Short Stories More Like This
Jej śmiech odbijał się echem, od ścian pustego pokoju.
Pomieszczenie było duże, betonowa podłoga i czyste, pomalowane na biało, ściany nadawały mu surowego wyglądu.
A ona siedziała pośrodku owego białego sześcianu i śmiała się w głos. Jej śmiech dźwięczny, beztroski zlewał się w radosną melodię.
Długie, brudne włosy w kolorze słomy miała splecione w bezładny kok, a może bardziej węzeł. Luźne kosmyki przyklejały jej się do czoła, policzków, szyi, karku i ramion. Ubrana była w jasnoniebieski stanik, który teraz przybrał już lekko szary kolor,