As the rain clears,
The darkened morning
Lightens up.
The trees, no longer thirsty.
The clouds, emptying
All their worry.
The branches drip,
With recycled water.
Wet is the world.
Damp, moistened
Fresh, clean air
Filters through.
All lingering despair
Wiped clean, washed away.
Glistening atmosphere.
Raining dewdrops.
Quenching thirst.
Blue morning skies
Fills up the once rainy morning.
Listen to their sighs.
Just take a moment
To feel
The wet silence.
And you will find
A once rainy world
Discovered in times
Like today.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Snowy Day
Waking up to a soft, gray morning.
No emotion, no happiness, blank, sad,
empty, warm, but cold.
Healing, it takes some time,
just as fall turns to winter.
The trees are waiting.
For the world to mend
find itself, fill in the missing colors.
I’m in no hurry,
for the birds to migrate
to some brighter, warmer land.
I’m in no hurry
to see the flowers
their dainty petals
purple, orange, red, and pink.
See them struggling against
The thick layer of snow,
to find the light of day.
Just as a mama bear
rustles awake,
seeing her cubs are still asleep.
The world is dressed in white.
She yawns, steps outside
Just for a moment,
brrrrr!!! It’s too cold.
She steps back into her cave,
snuggles in with her babies.
Feels the tug of warmth around her
and drifts off to sleep…
as the snow softly pounds down
on the pliable earth.
No emotion, no happiness, blank, sad,
empty, warm, but cold.
Healing, it takes some time,
just as fall turns to winter.
The trees are waiting.
For the world to mend
find itself, fill in the missing colors.
I’m in no hurry,
for the birds to migrate
to some brighter, warmer land.
I’m in no hurry
to see the flowers
their dainty petals
purple, orange, red, and pink.
See them struggling against
The thick layer of snow,
to find the light of day.
Just as a mama bear
rustles awake,
seeing her cubs are still asleep.
The world is dressed in white.
She yawns, steps outside
Just for a moment,
brrrrr!!! It’s too cold.
She steps back into her cave,
snuggles in with her babies.
Feels the tug of warmth around her
and drifts off to sleep…
as the snow softly pounds down
on the pliable earth.
Rainy Day
My body is so warm, warmer than the freezing rain,
the freezing rain outside.
My nose is stuffed up, stuffed up like
a clogged faucet.
My toes, so cold, so cold like
tiny ice cubes under my sneakers.
My voice, so scratchy, like sandpaper,
and an itchy purple sweater.
My eyes, so thin, and filled with tiredness
Just to fall asleep,
to the pitter-patter
of
the
rain.
the freezing rain outside.
My nose is stuffed up, stuffed up like
a clogged faucet.
My toes, so cold, so cold like
tiny ice cubes under my sneakers.
My voice, so scratchy, like sandpaper,
and an itchy purple sweater.
My eyes, so thin, and filled with tiredness
Just to fall asleep,
to the pitter-patter
of
the
rain.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Gliding, Always Gliding
Always out of reach
My bad day just gets worse
Calling from above
Pouring out like liquid cement
Pretty killers smirk my way
Interested in nothing
But tooth decay.
Form down the hilltops the sirens ring
Falling towards
The mountain king.
Forward rhymes
Just two feet tall
How are the raven’s feet, so small?
Global catastrophe
Calms me, soothes me.
And quiet silence
With the pool of water trickling down
Pricking my finger
Alone in an elevator
Comforts me.
But funny
Songs and movies
Scribe across my being
While
Heart pounding, muscles clenching
I sit in the backseat of the sticky brown car
And forget my past life.
Stiff is my elbow,
Pained is my hair
It hurts inside its thin profile
Screams in agony.
But to no avail
It can never
Evacuate from its viscid dungeon
Grotesque and snide
It lingers
While narrow moth antennas
Tickle the outskirts
Of the seawater’s edge.
Guess what this means
And I will speak of
Candles that whimper
In the dank skunk of night
And flowers that smile
And wilt upon the boxwood table.
Twenty-four hours away
From escape, from death.
How can it melt away and make it turn into dust?
Never to enter
That’s what the future said to me
So many uncertainties
Lingering, formulating, processing.
The outlook can be great
Or just perish in the stagnant wind.
But at the end, it all points to
Who has the biggest pocket.
My bad day just gets worse
Calling from above
Pouring out like liquid cement
Pretty killers smirk my way
Interested in nothing
But tooth decay.
Form down the hilltops the sirens ring
Falling towards
The mountain king.
Forward rhymes
Just two feet tall
How are the raven’s feet, so small?
Global catastrophe
Calms me, soothes me.
And quiet silence
With the pool of water trickling down
Pricking my finger
Alone in an elevator
Comforts me.
But funny
Songs and movies
Scribe across my being
While
Heart pounding, muscles clenching
I sit in the backseat of the sticky brown car
And forget my past life.
Stiff is my elbow,
Pained is my hair
It hurts inside its thin profile
Screams in agony.
But to no avail
It can never
Evacuate from its viscid dungeon
Grotesque and snide
It lingers
While narrow moth antennas
Tickle the outskirts
Of the seawater’s edge.
Guess what this means
And I will speak of
Candles that whimper
In the dank skunk of night
And flowers that smile
And wilt upon the boxwood table.
Twenty-four hours away
From escape, from death.
How can it melt away and make it turn into dust?
Never to enter
That’s what the future said to me
So many uncertainties
Lingering, formulating, processing.
The outlook can be great
Or just perish in the stagnant wind.
But at the end, it all points to
Who has the biggest pocket.
In the world that I live in
In the world that I live in
The world, itself, balances up and down
Falling ever so slowly
The numb fingers write
Of the speech
Never found
Pencils
Array of
Star- streaked pencils
Stare back at me
As I gaze upon reality
And reality rubs the dust
From it’s eyes
And flings it back into space,
Like a top,
Going full speed
On a table
Arriving
Right
On
Time.
The world, itself, balances up and down
Falling ever so slowly
The numb fingers write
Of the speech
Never found
Pencils
Array of
Star- streaked pencils
Stare back at me
As I gaze upon reality
And reality rubs the dust
From it’s eyes
And flings it back into space,
Like a top,
Going full speed
On a table
Arriving
Right
On
Time.
Monster with the Ice-Frozen Heart
Oh how it whistles
Oh how it stomps
Oh how the floorboards
Squeak in distress
Oh how she whimpers
Her small cheeks as white
As white as the snow
That falls from the sky.
Oh how it howls, and chills to the bone
Oh how her life
Gets stopped by a stone.
Oh how the monster
Creeps up behind
And carefully scares her
Shrieks are divine.
Oh how the girl
Frightened to death
Cold body still
Small and delicate
But ice frozen,
Rock hard,
Clear as diamonds,
She lies.
Just a statue
Of a clear, better day.
Oh how it whispers
The monster’s sweet thrill
Oh victorious conjuncture
To burn, and to chill.
Oh, that little girl’s gone now
The floorboards can’t creak
Until another young child
Drifting to sleep
Hears it again, the pure
Bounding stomps
Of the monster that lives
With an ice-frozen heart.
Oh how it stomps
Oh how the floorboards
Squeak in distress
Oh how she whimpers
Her small cheeks as white
As white as the snow
That falls from the sky.
Oh how it howls, and chills to the bone
Oh how her life
Gets stopped by a stone.
Oh how the monster
Creeps up behind
And carefully scares her
Shrieks are divine.
Oh how the girl
Frightened to death
Cold body still
Small and delicate
But ice frozen,
Rock hard,
Clear as diamonds,
She lies.
Just a statue
Of a clear, better day.
Oh how it whispers
The monster’s sweet thrill
Oh victorious conjuncture
To burn, and to chill.
Oh, that little girl’s gone now
The floorboards can’t creak
Until another young child
Drifting to sleep
Hears it again, the pure
Bounding stomps
Of the monster that lives
With an ice-frozen heart.
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