Jenu1

It begins behind two computers (as it actually did, only…) we are in the same room, this time around.Perhaps a computer lab, or a programming class, but we are the only two who are paying attention.A month passes, in opposite corners, both alone, until I sit beside you, as if I've always been there.You don't dare to challenge me.So we begin to talk, hushed, with furtive glances, & loud laughs. We grow used to the teacher shaking his head at us.When we're falling to C's, you give me your number scrawled on the back of a rough draft & I type it in, & text you straight back.One day I miss the bus, & you offer to take me home for the afternoon...

Desiring a pleasant day in February Took me by the wrist, belly, flushed lips, Thieving a kiss; later pulls a long drag From a wide pipe, meanwhile selling me out to an old cousin A homeless man also needing someone comfortable. But we are not apart for long; I spend the next days Being possessed over and over that possessed acreage Breasts pressed against teeth and nails. Like me. Lover-baby, asking me if I like The smoking, honestly, as if my "no" would stop it. But all we are is a fist lodged deep in my belly Demanding tobacco leaves and gasoline. Bastard.

As you gently lay down to rest, peacefully dreaming Of each terrible horror never to come. As you wake, as you walk, as you carry A fallible universe upon your shoulders. Where I left the pen and paper behind Your world began to grow, and I forgot How to put into words just how much You still mean to me. Observing you, as you step over the lines And back again, into battle, into peace. Never sure where the line is drawn Between freedom and happiness. I never asked to be part of your story All I ever wanted was to write down the words To tell my story through your eyes. Or was it Your story, through my eyes? I forget. And if only it was jus...

I want to belong to the stars, Not inside four walls in a single building Resting on a plot of land defined By lines drawn over mountains.For the space of our spirit is huge Filled with emptiness and brightness, Like the shape of the black and dotted universe Compacted into the space between electrons.The truest words ever spoken: "God made man In his own image, male and female he created them." Spoken then, but never again, the mind behind nature Says, "I am just as human as you are, and more human again."And God is patient, God will wait, While the stars draw apart and the universe Grows, so God too will also grow Towards the predicted i...

The strangest thing though, Is the smell Oil, sweat, ash, a hint of blood And cold, cold metal. There are a hundred knives Hanging from translucent threads Above us, Twinkling like stars, even In the dimmest light And silent Except when they swing together, Then a ringing--soft and gentle Like wedding bells, and I Gaze at them in awe--- These glittering metallic icicles. "Look at them," I say "What is it?" he looks at me Never following my constant gaze Upward. "It is nothing" I whisper, because I am terrified.

In this way she showed them She would be distinguished in war With sword and shield in hand The ancient warrior maiden Leaps into the fray.But you, young one, should say inside Learn you ABC's and 123's Two plus two is four, and remember In Chapter 5 we learned, Or Chapter 2 when we did…No, I don't. I don't even remember Breakfast, so tired, can't think. Crushed by the passive resistance of white walls Applause dies in apathy, continued only by Muscles, relaxing and contracting sporadically.No bells! A young boy shouts in glee Great…now we shall never leave the compressing hallways And the warrior maiden within Slowly dies… Into nothing.

“Will you stay here, with me? Forever?” the little girl’s voice echoed gently against the soaring walls of the old church. “Yes. I will be here, forever. My sweet darling, don’t ever leave.” His rumbling voice spoke caressingly, like firm hands holding one safe from a fatal fall. The girl’s voice sighed, and the ancient rusty bed groaned miserably as she curled in for the night.                                     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One more strike…CLANG! The hole was just big enough now. Squeezing through, the girl barely avoided lacerating herself against the barbed poles that made her cage. Her hands were already bloodied and torn by sho...

My world of fantasy Is slipping away from me Dragons fade over bright horizons Unicorns slip into forested shadows Mermaids plunge into darkest depths All evade my growing-up eyesAnd as the trials and terrors of life Pummel away at my childhood dreams Adulthood sweeps my vision To money, college, growing families The magical stories-once crowding my head Are now lost-rapidly fading mistWhen did the simple telling of a story Transform into the beastly process? When the magic of youth fails To capture stories in our imaginations We rely instead on plotting note cards To substitute for the magic of the story Is this the regret of adulthood?

Let the years roll by Let them disappear In the past So that tomorrow might make A better todayTime does such a great job Making today yesterday Twenty-four hours equals Another day wasted Now is here, and gone.What change did you make? What love did you give? None, today is the same As yesterday, as will Tomorrow be.So let the years roll by Possibly, unlikely, changing Little by little Like evolution of the heart Did evolution really happen?

begins in the step between one ivory stair and the next when you take a breath-- sudden, dark and powerful throwing softened shadows into sharp relief.The truth between the top of the tower and the bottom is this: no one knows anything, and we all die.In my imagination, the sky is my training ground For interior decorating. "What do the shape of the clouds, or the colors tell guests about you? ...all about Impressions."And I am no better than those barbaric lions with notions of nobility clambering over the teeth of dead elephants.The truth is, these pretentious meta-thoughts Won't bring my family back to me Anymore than "I love you." And ...