(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
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Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?