a poem of longingThe evening sparkles on the grassMore Like This
On illumined globes of glistening dew
The moths beat powdered wings against the glass
And oaks bend slow as wind groans through.
How long still left until my love returns?
How long shall I look down from the hill alone
Beneath fragmentary wings - white birds that turn -
Doves that cry in solemn moans.
The moon in slender silver rises, falls
While my heart in aching calls and calls.
Allaying Alideya (9)Doctor Jin was the first man I ever killed. I wanted to feel remorse for it, but I couldn’t. I knew that he had invented the horrible torture solution and I could imagine him and Brelnin together, their grotesque, sick laughs ringing down the hallways. The moment he killed my mother flashed in my mind. It seemed liked forever as I stood over his body, alarms singing of my escape and his death. Blood pooled around me, but I couldn’t will myself to move, one death wasn’t sufficient for what he had done.More Like This
Cal’s voice broke through my trance and I saw him and Kayle bound towards me.
“Come on we have to get—“
I began to cry as Cal noticed our mother and the body of Doctor Jin, “He killed her.”
He began to say something to me, but Kayle interrupted.
“No time for that, we have to get out of here now.”
Grabbing my blood stained hand, Cal tore me away from where I stood.
“What about dad?” I asked
Renga Tree - Starblade Orion's swordMore Like This
swings through the suburban sky
Renga Tree - Resonance rising and fallingMore Like This
the singing bowl rings on —
fading to longing
Renga Tree - Glacial successive snowfallsMore Like This
drift and stack in the skylight
or (if that's too obscure):
drift and stack in the skylight
Renga Tree - Shiver whorls of glowing snowMore Like This
spin madly through morning sun
even trees shiver
glass in the throatthere's something about thatMore Like This
hollow quiet in the night
that bite of air
beneath the clouded moon:
something like calm words,
falling through the gaps
between stained teeth
something like a dull thud,
a stumbling fawn
bruised by a wheel.
something about that
clinging crowding darkness
a sweet invitation:
prey on us sinners,
at the hour of our death.
Now BreatheThere are no constellations mapped across my skin and I am not a galaxy waiting for you to explore. There are no nebulae sprouting from my lungs and there is no stardust scattered in my veins. I am more than that, I am more than molecules that have re-arranged themselves into the vastness of the universe. I do not need you to tell me that I wear a circlet of comets because I am beautiful and because my gravity attracts celestial objects.More Like This
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into