I wish I existedI am just the soundThe old radio playsStatic and songsNeither good nor badNobody notices when it's turned offAnd I wish so hard that I existed.I am just the shadowSitting in the cornerNo eyes see meAs I watch the gamesPool, ping-pong, darts,Shouting, laughterBut no eyes see meAnd I wish so hard that I existedI am just the girlfriendObligatory lumpOn the boyfriend's sideDo his thingsMeet his needsAnd I wish so hard that I existedBut I don't
Imbolic 2007Midwinter's moonlaying lowjust above the treesOpen, full and widespilling lightfilling the whole earthMoondrops roll gentlydripping from the dark breastsand round belliesof the mountainspooling deep in the meadowsHeavy moon-drenched snowweighing the low tree's branches
Finding Beauty 01I was out looking for the perfect violet. I though I had found one, and had just picked it, it's stem sturdy and strong in my hands, when I found Her laying in a bed of fresh green aspen leaves, their round, slightly serrated edges framing the bright fallen-leaf copper of her curling hair. Her pale face peaked in a sharp little chin. Her long, pale lashes fell on round cheeks that shined with the matte glow of a fresh-fallen yellow apple. And then I saw her wings. Transparent as a dragonfly's, they draped gracefully over her narrow back, mingling with the aspen leaves. Each had an infinitely delicate vein system in crystalline-shimmering gold, and where the veins became to small to see, I couldn't really tell if her wing was there until a slight movement made the light refract off them in a golden sparkling rainbow. I could have watched her sleeping forever, but, clumsy I, I stepped on the smallest of dry twigs, snapping it loudly.
I am the WriterI am the writer.With word as my artI draw picturesacross white paper.Smooth sentencesflow like waterfrom my fingertipsacross the keyboardonto a blank screen.I am the writer.With my wordsnations are foundedor crumble.I am the writer!The great mageswait my commandand all their magicis mine to use.It is my decisionwho will live and die,the world waitsholding their breath!I am the writer!And then I wake upand I'm nobody again.
DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.
Red RaspberryLook,beneath my dark leavesbeware the thornsFindsweet ruby clustersskin tight and shinyTasteas rich as the earth I grow inas sweet as the sun that feeds meSavorevery drop of juiceas precious as the dawnTakeall you can carryspread my childrenI have given them all I can
Silver Sea of DestinySilver Sea of Destiny 1/26/15So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.Would she let me comfort her?Would she allow me to dry her tears?She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.I knew deep down this would not be easy.But nothing worthwhile ever is.I embraced her tightly for I had no words.Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.How could I fix what the world had done?How could I erase the damage incurred?So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.I held her hand and prayed for relief.She opened up and the floodgates appeared.I took my chance and showed my heart.I could not stand by and watch her suffer,I knew this place healed many before.Would it be enough to be her cure?The rising sun was ever closer.I listened intentl
Un tesoro escondidoManuel estaba tranquilamente recostado en el sillón cuando la entrada se abrió de golpe, haciendo que se parase de un brinco y viera al argentino con una tremenda sonrisa en la cara y respirando agitado.-¡Che, te tengo un juego!Y así empezó su “calvario”.Al chileno no le desagradaba su vecino, simplemente lo detestaba sutilmente y lo escondía en aquellas invitaciones para ver el partido juntos, donde casi siempre terminaba él perdiendo. Pero a pesar de eso lo hacía porque, como vecinos, Manuel sentía que en algo debían compartir, ya que en una cita, en un spa o incluso en una cama (invitaciones de Martín) él jamás aceptaría.-¿No estaí grandecito?-Pibito, es un juego regroso como yo, vite. Te cuento.-Pero no vei que estoy ocupa'o.Martín dio un vistazo por aquella habitación donde la tele estaba apagada y solo veía a un chileno recostado en lo largo del sillón.Con un bu
my seasonsto me,you were spring,a bird taking to wing,new life, hope, love,the best friend i could think of.you were summer,a flower to discover,beauty, sweet scent on the air,so much more than curly hair.you were autumn,a voice nearly forgotten,though still present in colour,yellows, reds, warm as a lover.you were wintera fire died down to a cinder,and there it will linger,until, maybe, possibly, we talk, add tinder.
Sea Changeout of the endless depthsit rises to the surface –an offering of sorts,a promise:my heart swept to shore;shipwrecked sea change.
The Weight of YouI want to feel your weightpress against meuntil my ribs begin to crack.I need assuranceof the reality of yoursolidness.Fearfully I wait for youto dissolve through myfingertips like a lifting fog.So I crave to be crushedbeneath you until the veryair escapes my lungsand I struggle to draw breath.I will know then thatyou are living fleshand not some phantom dreambut something which I cansink my teeth into,grasp within my handswithout fear of findingnothing but empty space.
TimeTimeAnd on that night the bite remainedForever lost to time.The others around him aged and witheredAnd he nearly lost his mind.The day his dragon spokeThat day was so divineHe told the man of eternal lifeThe man began to cry.He thanked the dragon for the lifeBut his dragon spoke againTelling the man o’ thineThat if they wishedTheir bodies could turn to ashOr stone if he wished to be remembered.As the man with eternal line.They flew up highthen the man asked if they could die?The dragon looked back to confirm the actA soft smile on the man’s faceTold the dragon that the had enough of life.With a heavy sigh and a light growl their bodiesWere lost to time.ending 1 above. Continuation below.They joined their friends in Valhalla on that nightWelcomed and handed wine.And even in death he took a breathWhen they flew up so very highBecause even in deathHiccup and Toothless couldn’t be separated by the passingTime.
With PicturesMy ears are heavy (blue glass stones)My heart twisted (ancient apple tree)Hiding away (rusting chainmail)When I know not whoor whatI want