Saturday, June 7, 2008

Flip! goes the pancake

Air heavy
moods darkening
one long week ominously 
stretching its long fingers away from me
I need an escape
some release 
the screeching birds in my room
repel me violently from the 2nd floor
desperate for a way out
all attentions panicked 
turning slyly towards the
room farthest away
the kitchen
my cathedral
my cave
what most look at as a hellhole 
for work and dirty dishes
I see with hot embers of 
love and lust
eyes
the fun all starts with
flipping mindlessly through
books, making guidelines
from the cravings of my
tastebuds
getting an idea
making a list of all I crave
nows the hard part
convincing mom its a good
idea to stop whatever she's
doing so she can go with me
to the store to buy these
delicious words from my list
the most satisfying part
upon me now
spreading all the new morsels
across the planes of the counter
concocting yet another
strange exciting thing in my
cluttered head
now the adrenaline rush
everything finally coming to a
close
finishing all at the same time
the point of no return
I wish there were more than one of me
now the prize moment upon me
scuttling out with my new
strange plate of something without a name
this being the breath of life itself 
the hungry eyes around the table 
boring into my soul
I can feel the air,
heavy with question.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

eyes peeled open


You're always giving, my therapist said.
You have to learn to take.
So I did.
I took something.
Something I wanted for a long time.
She was cold.
She hadn't always been that way,
But the pressure of the looming figures,
Towering over her frail body.
Judging her every breath or whisper,
Had brutally murdered,
Massacred,
Her kindness and friendships.
A once lovely charm,
Now oozed a plastic smile.
Only hearing you when she felt like it.
Not caring when you really needed her.
This kind of act was pungent,
A blister, that never heals,
So I took everything.
I made her suffer,
The ways that I had.
I see her now,
Shut out from the world,
All because of a few truths.
Hiding like a trapped mouse,
In a small cage, smothered in darkness,
Shivering,
Awaiting the hissing that told the end.
But,
In doing this,
Does this make me just like her?
NO
It couldn't,
It wouldn't,
I'm genuine!
Wait...
Those that had poisoned her,
Were accepting my venomous ways.
LET THEM
They will soon see who is wrong,
When the truth comes out.

I awaken,
To the clock screaming 12

WOOGY


Blonde! she screams
the excitement turning to disaster.
But, I hate that color,
it's boring.

Sitting among the topsy turvy furniture
she gives a scowl.
Blue?
her wondering eyes digging into mine,

Looking for an answer
but also for more,
Something I don't quite understand yet,
what is she seeking?

Her drowning soul
is it a trick of the light?
I see frantic hands grasping for something
some truth.

But it's lost with a blink
a cheery smile
A stinging blow to my arm
she's off for another adventure

I can keep up
but she's gone
Then I see her
laughing

Inviting me to join her
but as soon as I keep up
she slips
Away

Fried Eggs?

the neighbors dog would not stop barking
i pulled my cloud of covers over my head
wishing the dog would just disappear

it didn't

the monotonous barking would never stop

i stretched

rolled off the bed onto the floor
and lay there
the floor could be comfy
when you're exhausted
the barking drifted in the distance
eyes shut tight
the world melts on the floor around me

Dream

Stumbling through the darkness
No light near
No hope of being seen or heard
My head was ringing
The silence pressing in
Like a vice around my ears
Crack, the sounds of the rocks
Tumbling
Breaking the silence like a whip
Tripping, flat onto hands and knees
Cursing, like it was the end itself
Then
It was a dream
Within, a dream
Breaking the silence with obnoxious light
Blinded
Blinking, the silence no longer harsh
Upon my ears
Soft.

Ode To My Feather Throne


a sight for tired eyes
and heaven for an aching back
you are my boat of dreams
cast away into the night
never waking to the unnatural
sounds of the bustling road
oh! the crinkly sound that your feathers make
the clouds that suspend my limp figure
you, being almost as good as the best hug
will never leave me in spite or anger
if you ever broke
i would lie in disarray like a lonely corpse
stiff, cold, desolate
like a tragic story unfolding, unstoppable 
don't let me down
when you broke oh so long ago
i thought you would never be the same
but i fixed you
nursed you back to health
the feathery cover over your core like whipped cream
makes friends jealousy rise when they
sink into your feathery layers
the layer cake of feathers
the cloud of wonders
ode to my bed.

TERZA RIMA

The clock grinning with a sadistic stare
Mouthing the words that only i could hear
They were those words voiced that prickled my hair

Trying to squeeze from me one single tear