Curiosity

Sweet life giving light.
Your once abundant rays,
now make trophies out of ashen children
caught in your gaze.
And to it goes
the scattered winds,of never know
the mysteries of the obvious.
And hearts aflame all at once
were put to douse in her seas
of rock and mirror,
her liquid diamonds from colds first compress.
And pile rose from the ground
one by one by way of want.
Their chance to breathe
those same active currents
and look to your rays with hopes inflamed.
Another day to burn again,
and be hash for her frigid fathoms.
Another day to unlearn again,
and start again...one by one.

Valentine

A day of love and emotions high
a day of warmth or tears in eye.
With love to give our hearts be open,
in wanting love our souls be broken.
Nights of passion for lovers that twist fate,
and twisted nights for those without lovers of late.
At dawn you awake,with lovers breath on arm,
arm over chest,and hand to groin.
Others wake,to the sound of an alarm,
a pain in their breast,and ache of loins.
Love an emotion,that defies all norms,
Yet an emotion,that can come in many forms.

Mermaid's Lament

Swimming in waters of wants and whys,
"how comes"
chasing waves,
that promise to crash down ten feet high.
Smacking hard on back already bent,
pushing ..
fighting..
to the bottom I went.
Sand in mouth I'm surrounded by water,
but always keeping thirsty and dry.
No salve from such salt,
my wounds grow wide.
When your weeping underwater,
no one can see you cry.
Coral cutting hands that hold on for the ride,
a prayer from my lips,
please pull back your tides.
A moments peace as the waves recede,
but a foolish mistake I must concede.
My skin grows brittle,
a lightening sallow.
Will someone now see my tears,
as I drown in the shallows.

Reach

I have no arms to speak of
as they are now cut off.
The hands as heart's doer,
without joint are now lost.
What mold now shall I grease and shape,
what form life now,
will my life take?

Mortality

A candle in the wind burning bright at both ends.
Selfish and fierce,assuming and consuming.
Living,tearing up and apart.
Following the passions of your heart.
Being human,and sometimes thankful.
Ready,set,go!
How lucky you are to be alive,with the possibility of death everyday.

Daydream

Last night there was a storm.
With flashes of lightning,a windy hard rain ,and a joyously booming thunder.
Crash!
With whispers,whispers on the wind.
"Have your dream"
I lay and slept,while my mind crept.
The corners.
A dining table of glass,covered in linen.
~Who covers glass?~
A conversation about plans and possible futures.
Searching.
"What do you want?"
~The same as you~
Hopes?
"A life...together maybe."
I light a cigarette and receive a scowl.
"Not at the table damnit"
I howl
"I'll hang out the window,if you promise not to push me"
"No promises"
"If you loved me you'd quit"
"If you loved me you would accept it"
~He does~
"Do you love me?"
"Most of the time"
~Silence~
A conversation continued if only in our minds.
Summing and subtracting.
"I have nothing better to do"
"So we commit?"
I have a dream.Then I had a dream.
Then I woke up to the sound of an alarm and alarm.
I'm running behind.How many times did I hit that snooze?
It's still raining and I've never woken.
I have a dream.

Fast Ride

If only to ride and never stop
all speed and motion.
Leaving behind.
The road a friend to a traveler on the mend.
Comfort in burning,
legs and lungs.
Passing by passerbys,
1 by 1.
No thoughts or worries,
only movement and hurries.
No destination needed,
nor red lights heeded.
Freedom!

The Wraiths Of Rem

Shades of evening when all light is lessened,
Bring upon a sleep so heavy with eyes wide open.
Jerking...a spasm of warning and forthcoming
~paralysis~
Deeper than obsidian they come.
Light is choked as are my screams.
These are the beasts come forth from dreams.
"Help me"
They are not sentinel of soul,but dark matter of mind.
A consciousness created from the fears in our hearts.
Manifestation shared by like of kind.
From corners they rise and jump and play
Climbing your bed,heavily on your chest they lay.
"I can't move"
Their breath so cold it reaches the bone,
freezing you still.
Telling of a place without any hope nor home.
~Just give in~
The Wraiths of Rem are a product of mankind,
Of fears and dark places in ourselves they remind.

The Rose

We are only in the here and now.People only last as long as the moments you spend with them.Live and learn from life,love then learn how to,lose and learn how to love again.

"Don't go,I don't want you to" an expectant breath hangs on my lip.

~Stupid.What a stupid thing to say~

There is no message nor meaning to life,other than what is experienced between the lines of your fiction and my fantasy.Some stories can have only one writer...and are never meant for reading.

"I can see what you're thinking" as a wicked smile shapes the saints face into a devilish grin.
"It's the kindest thing anyone has said to me yet,how stupid it would be to decline"

***There is a story of a tree,from before the time of insanity and consequence.A tree with limbs more numerous than leaves,and one fruit for each limb that has grown into the blackest of red,weighing as heavily on said tree as a human heart.

"I will never be able to speak of promises,I have long since forgotten how to offer them.I'm not trying to be hurtful,it is just my truth" that look of worry surfaces on his face.

~Thinking,planning,shedding~

"I don't want for promises anymore,my love may bind but it is without chains"...

~In the distance a newborn cries for it's mother's breast~

***For every heart that is broken,a fruit shall fall upon the earth.Despite the soil's temperment,that fruit shall bring to life a struggling bud.A flower is born with petals made of the brightest red resembling velvet crushed by the gentlest of angel's hands,and thorns that can draw blood faster than any butcher's knife.

Thus the rose was fashioned from a tree born of human emotion with the deepest of hopes and pains.A faunal representitive of sapien dreams.