The Disobedient KiteI once went flying with my masterThe Disobedient Kite in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He took me out on a windy day
He let me grow higher and higher
As the wind pulled me up and away
I pulled on the string he had tethered
Wishing to climb greater heights
I beckoned him softly as to whether
He'd give me my freedom in flight.
He shook his head at my imploring
Stating the string held me up
'But the string just anchors my exploring!'
So I asked again, I wouldn't let up.
Finally he said he would show me
The value in rules he had set
And he cut at the string from below me
Exulted, I leaned, the wind swept
But the soaring expected then faulted
And broken, I began the fall
For the connection I'd found as a burden
Was what held me up high after all.
Mending Shattered GlassI wish I could go back and explain.Mending Shattered Glass in Open More Like This
You never were as ugly as you thought you were.
I wish I could change what happened.
But what was, was.
And there's no changing that.
All I can do now is let you know
You are beautiful.
Despite what those cruel children said.
They were lies to deceive,
And you need not believe them anymore.
So, trust it now.
You can take those compliments
Without malice or disbelief,
Because honest truth has endured
And the truth was
the glass never shattered.
Whispering through EternitySuddenly I felt like my entire life was insignificant. I was standing near the edge of what, to me, appeared to be the end of the earth and the beginning of something else...could it be heaven?Whispering through Eternity in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stood in awe, silent and reverent, humbled by the magnificence that surrounded me. I was so small. What purpose could I have on this big beautiful world? What significance were all those worries I had earlier today. So what if my mother lost her wedding ring yesterday. So what if my purse ripped today. So what if my wallet ran out of cash. I had the sudden urge to throw it all...everything...right over the edge. For what meaning did it have? Next to everything else, what was the point?
The wind picked up and lifted my hair from my shoulders, cooling my neck and brushing the heat from my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean dusty scent wafting into my face and something within me began to glow. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them and I didn't feel insignificant anym
Who Goes First?I won't hug youWho Goes First? in Emotional More Like This
until you say you're sorry.
I won't say I'm sorry
until you give me a hug.
The SwingsetHer hair flies in the air,The Swingset in Concrete Poetry More Like This
her face stretched in a grin.
Moisture courses horizontally
across her cheeks into her hairline
as her hands clench the chains.
Her body, weightless in every sensation,
held aloft in momentum,
escaping all worry
for only a moment.
SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, change.
You didn't like my scent anymore.
I wanted no more of
your sweet stink
filling my everyday.
I pulled away.
So we fell apart.
Sharp splinters separate,
Rip and tear,
divide and fall,
But I'm still not rid of you.
As much as we tried to make a clean break
it never breaks even, as they say;
and I lost pieces of me that you took away.
I'll never get back.
winds of changeburnt crisp air howls throughwinds of change in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tangled red hair, smoke clings there,
left raw on her tongue
MiscarriageNevermind, I won't be needing that swaddler-wrap of yours after all.Miscarriage in Free Verse More Like This
Someone else can have it.
"Hi, I'm calling to remind you about your appointment this week.
Canceled? Would you like to reschedule?"
Email notification: Your baby this week.
Your baby is double in size from last week. Hands and feet are
emerging, but they appear to be more like paddles then the pudgy
extremities you are dreaming of holding and tickl
It happened yesterday.
But suddenly yesterday is a week ago...
Today I'm feeling better.
The laundry got done today.
Calendar notification: "Appointment in an hour with OB"
Giving Up the SugarThere was a little pig-tailed girlGiving Up the Sugar in Free Verse More Like This
who wanted the winter pony with the strawberry hooves,
but she got the dirty brown one instead.
Her sister got the white one.
What she wanted wasn't that important
There was a young wide-eyed girl
who wanted the pretty boy with the blueberry eyes
but she took the silly boy with the muddy eyes instead.
He liked her, and really,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
There was a young even-tempered woman
who wanted her wedding with the blackberry-lipstick roses
but she had the puny pink poppies instead.
Her friend had the red roses, and besides,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
There was a possibly pretty, cover-up-the-gray woman
who wanted out.
But she stayed anyway
because he said he loved her, and well,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
Now there's an elderly silver-haired woman
who wants that sugar in her tea, even though they say
it's not good for
Put the damn sugar in the tea.
The Photographer's HandsHis handsThe Photographer's Hands in Free Verse More Like This
soft skin, clean fingernails
holding his treasured tool
s o s o f t l y
the way they'd hold her hand
The quiet clicking of the camera
breaks the morning silence
and travels through the ever-cooling air,
gently pressing, focusing
a d j u s t i n g
the way they'd play at the fastens
of her crimson dress
to capture the bright magical colors
tall, dark silhouette
softly brush over the black buttons
in loving c a r e s s e s
the way they'd slide smoothly over her warm, golden skin
A beauty found within his heart,
and captured inside his quiet device,
to send it floating softly into hers <3
She speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighs in Free Verse More Like This
melancholy dripping from her eyes
to her lips, leaving salty trails
on her pale cheeks
She wanders through a whirling fog
tormented by shadows
of things never there
things that will never come
to break through the misty grey,
to stop the whirling in her mind
the flooding in her eyes
She speaks in sighs
of evaporated hopes,
of disintegrating dreams
She walks hand in hand
the two so intertwined,
there is no room in her heart
the cold so permeating
warmth is simply kept away
DriveNo matter how far or how fast she drove, it always caught up with her. In fact, it sometimes arrived where she was headed before she even got there; and every time it happened, she pressed the gas pedal a little bit more, pushing herself a little bit faster. She hurtled down freeways, weaving between car after car; she ran red lights, she nearly mowed down her own neighbors. But it always caught up to her.Drive in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As she pushed herself more, she finally threw her caution out the driver's side window; the rules of the roads no longer applied to her. And one day, she drove her car straight into a wall, the cement divider between her old self and insanity, going a hundred and two miles per hour.
And now it couldn't catch up to her, she was free; free from her own mind at last.
RollercoasterBipolar disorder:Rollercoaster in Free Verse More Like This
a neurological phenomenon that inhibits the brain's ability to stabilize itself.
A simple imbalance that chews, rips, burns holes through moods.
Through families and friends and lovers,
through the tenuous laces that once tied us together,
now broken through one word,
one manic, uncontrollable phase
induced by the body's own defense mechanisms.
A phenomenon that catalyzes a cycling,
a never ending rollercoaster of ups and downs
that has only one solution,
the final solution that no one wants to resort to,
but that so many do anyway.
The mania, the depression;
the peaks of alpine, deoxygenated bliss
and the boiling, hellish depths of hydrothermal vents;
the places that nobody else has to go
because their minds won't take them there,
Tunnel VisionHis very nature makes it so easy to just say yes, just accept him and allow myself to be whisked off to a world of blissfulness, of simplicity, of security. He makes it so easy to just go along, to take his hand and allow him to lead me to a comfortable oasis of chivalry and laughter and a sense of normality. But my eyes and my heart are set on a different place, a place of darkness and subtleties and uncertainties as tangible as the night air. A different person, a different place where I must have my hopes and dreams laid out before me while I wait amidst my darkest miseries--all while awaiting his arrival, the arrival of the other to which my heart belongs. I feel an excitement, a rush, a hope ever lingering, twinkling and dimming as its fickle nature dictates, dancing just barely out of reach. I keep my eyes on this hope, never allowing myself to see the surrounding blackness, the monsters and stalactites and glass shards just waiting to receive me as I fall in my attempt toTunnel Vision in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A ThoughtDeath haunted my mind today,A Thought in Free Verse More Like This
though I thought I'd chased those thoughts away.
ButterfliesThey erupt in my stomach, a great beast belching its smoke and flame in a terrifying display of intimidation; I am overwhelmed. An ocean, a tsunami of delight-crested waves ripple through me, sending me dizzy, reeling, and grasping for thoughts, for the proper reaction. A hot air balloon, floating through the sky, traversing the clouds as puffs of cotton candy, elation, the fleeting hope of a new happiness, the smile that always bubbles to the surface.Butterflies in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They've dissipated; I recover myself, smile lingering.
MemoryWandering through a forest of memories, each tree a moment; feelings etched into the bark encasing the lifeblood, the flesh of those memories. The air is still, but leaves lose their grip and flutter to the ground as a moment of memory is forgotten, as a notion descends to join the damp depths of the lost. Only occasional rays of light penetrate the ceiling of leaves, filtering to the ground to highlight one buried memory, one hidden feeling, one lost painting of a moment.Memory in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
EyesFrom those eyes I see a reflection, two perfectly spherical mirrors of something not quite me and not quite him, but with a little bit of both; with pieces of ocean, chlorine scented synthesized sea sparkling in those eyes; a blue green iridescence unparalleled by anything save perhaps the shimmering scales of my miniature aquatic companion. I see a history of perfectionism, dappled by hints of perfection itself--though he doesn't know it, despite what I tell him. From them flow an aura, a radiating, endless series of waves of a bright steely blue, capped with white froth and a million rainbow spheres; and he has no idea they even exist. I see a metallic resolve, a flaking, splintering security of greens and blues and a core of black set in those two bright slots, those two bright eyes that are always fixed on me. Those two bright eyes of whose effect he has no idea, not even the slightest notion of the power they possess, the hints of the elements and the divine, and the reflection ofEyes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RedA throbbing in the eardrums, incessant bass and the voice of one too self-satisfied send pounding reverberations ricocheting through the room. The smell of bread left too long, flakes strewn across a haphazardly painted, age-old table, waft over heads. Laughter, eyes darting from face to face, meeting by chance and quickly flitting away from the other bright pair, a nervously contrived contribution to a conversation. A face buried in a book, concentration dwindling, a silent struggle against the sound, the throbbing. Red fills the eyes, the walls alive with color and layers of cartoons and names, alive with layers of memories.Red in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
InnocenceShe was sitting on a bench that day, innocence shining in her green-grey eyes as she contemplated all things beautiful. Visions of the ocean breeze, of a butterfly's wings, of a flower's stretching petals flitted through her mind, superimposed over the broken streets that loomed about her. Where glass shards blanketed the sidewalk, she saw jewels; where debris lay rotting, she smelled perfume; her world was perfect. Through a ceiling of black-edged clouds broke her own sun, rays playing across her radiant face, filling her innocent eyes to the brim with laughter and love so she could no longer see what the world really was.Innocence in Short Stories More Like This
But as she waited on the bench that day, there was one whose eyes the sun had not reached. He lived for greed, for what little pleasure he could derive from the blackness that filled his heart, as broken as the streets he lived on. Awoken from his poison thoughts, he spotted her solitary, distracted form perched upon the bench, and like a phantom he ripped her from