heart skips a beat
sun begins to rise
swiming among the clouds
surf & grind
Reaching into the salty foam
A shell's azure rays rise
Pressed firmly against a heaving bosom
Before the setting blaze orange sun
Placed among sandy spires
Protected from the enraged tides
Clawing at the precious treasure
No longer safe
Firm, yet gentle hands
Scopes up the shell
Placed in his pocket
Deep within his soul
All his being
SeaLife is a crystal sea
Its desires transparent
Ebbs and flows
Crashing into the white sand
She rests out of Tide's reach
Traveling toward the horizon
Searching the edges -
Where the stolid Aspen -
Reaches towards the heavens
Among its brothers
Wondering why the Moon races
Around the Sun
She sits beneath it branches
Painted lips pierce Shade's -
To kiss those lips
The Sea does not answer back.
Into the Light With a GrinDark and dreary room,
Raindrops racing down the window.
A smile pierces the darkness -
Brightness is thrown into every corner.
Smiles summon hope -
Kindle a new flame inside the dark tunnel of life.
Strangers feel its compassion,
Empowered to go on with life's struggles.
Friendships revolve around smiles,
Blooming with love.
Undying, eternal, infinite love.
Smiles teach us to open the doors to our hearts
And smile back.
Joy bubbles over in the soul like a majestic fountain
When someone leaves a smile on their face for you.
Smiles mend the lacerations of despair.
Beauty of a RoseVast green garden
Overrun by turmoil
A red rose grows
Bright with virtue
Stands in the middle
Pedals strained toward heaven
Finding emptiness and longing
The sun chases the moon
Around the universe
A stony wall appears
A caretaker comes
Breaking down the wall
Discovering the treasure inside
Cherishing and loving
The beauty within
Effortless in the wind
Mountain erupts jealously
Burning flesh from bone
Heart laid bare
Darkness fills the land
Freezes the plain
All is still
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers think
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outside the window
With passing strangers, dogs and cars
Is a whole new Milky Way
Waiting to be discovered.
But I am no space explorer
Aliens are beyond my reach.
Whispers of the people around
Reach my ears distinctly
Like waves lapping on the shore.
Words on paper go no way
Towards proving that I was ever here
My identity is slowly condensed
Not into the people who kno
pages upon pages uponsunday nights spent burning stray thoughts
and watching their furs singe
claims of temporary insanity and bats
dancing all naked over my bed
i am gone i am gone you are gone where have you gone
papier mache stretched tight cross my skin
begging for breaks begging for blood
coffee brewed strong enough to jumpstart the dead
ive been awake all morning ive been watching
the second hand on the clock
and it just laughs and laughs and laughs
in every moment it spends motionless
it just laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and
boy you are no longer the worst sleeper i know and
it pains me so it pains me so
i am stuck with the same words and i repeat them all broken-record stories
so you might understand me so you might hear me
buried in pits of peaches all southern and
decadent in the summers palms
the tape is wilting from my ceiling all
watered roots and gnarled branches
how many times have we pushed down
the seats in the car and screamed bloody murder
how many times have we seen the other
Marine Corps Rifleman's CreedThis is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy.
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
1. artemis ascendsshe strings her bones tightly when the wild hunt comes,
constellations of wolfteeth staccato against her skin.
midnight beckons until she can be still no longer; she runs,
leaps skywards, misty feet skimming smoke and threads of
stormcloud, arrow-arcing up and up until the horizon breaks
beneath her with a clap of thunder and above the aurora is
blooming. celestial goddess-not-girl perched on the rim of
heaven, the music of the spheres calls the planets to
orbit and she waxes timeless amid stars and satellites,
dancing a saturnalia with venus, whirling to the immortal
moonspun madness of the universe and tonight
all the world below breathes alive to her song.