(Dear Marius) Your Reality (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Your Reality

Written April 30th, 2011

The rain has ceased

The sky is blue and clear

The grass reaches high

And the birds sing without fear

Dancing from tree to tree

The world is waking up

With a long happy sigh

I can feel the warmth of your love

In the air all around

Persistent and consuming

Yet it makes not a sound

You may have left mortality

But you are still such a reality

(Dear Marius) Auditorium (a poem, dedication)

Dear Marius

Auditorium

Written April 26th, 2011

It is dark

But we are all here

It is dark

But we are not scared

The audience seats

Are just shadowy shapes

Empty, from what we can see

But it is dark

So we can’t know for sure

Can we?

(Dear Marius) Now You Know (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Now You Know

Written April 25th, 2011

The tears of Angels

Fall

            Fall

From the great sky

So mighty

Each drop

Slapping me in the face

Stinging my skin

Though they’re so soft

Today

The rain I love

Bites, merciless

Touché (a poem)

Touché

Written April 23rd, 2011

Right in the middle of talk

You scream and run away

I look to see what made you balk

A tiny spider going about his day

I giggle at your silly fear

As I take him elsewhere

Only after you're certain it's clear

Do you rejoin me, still trembling from your scare

I pick on you and poke fun

You look at your feet, face red

Suddenly I scream and I'm on the run

The tables have been turned on me instead

You giggle at my greatest fear

As you swat the bee away

While my heart beats fast from it being near

I apologize and say; "Touché."  

Butterflies

Butterflies

Written April 22nd, 2011

Butterflies

I chased

As a tumble toddler

In the summer

When they fluttered by

Giggle and Stumble

Never caught one

But I always loved

To chase

Blissful Abandon

Butteflies

I miss

As an abandoned adolescent

In my abdomen

When he smiled-by

Blush and Stumble

He caught me

But it N'always lasts

In for the chase

Catch then release

Butterflies

I have

As a hopeful heartbreakee

In the air surrounding us

When he reaches out- a lie?

Flattered, I might Stumble

Will he catch me?

Possible-always last

Beyond the chase

Long Love

King in the Cage (a poem)

King in the Cage

Started April 8th, 2011

Finished April 20th, 2011

The whistle blows

And my team breaks

Positioning themselves

I jog alone

To the end of the field

Into the cage

A solitary monument

That I must guard

Without yield

The game is nigh

The ball; the Prize

Tossed high

The players; the Pieces

They surge forward

A wave of bodies

Crashing across the field; the Board.

Caretaker (a poem, dedication)

Caretaker

Written April 18th, 2011

His body is scarred and battered

From a life of hard work and toil

He doesn’t complain; the pain, it never mattered

So long as the table had bread, milk, and potatoes in the foil.

Shadow Wings (a poem)

Shadow Wings

Written April 16th, 2011

The sun slips down below

The moon is on the rise

Stars appear, one by one

Twinkling from way up high

As darkness fall, shadows take wing

Filling up the sky

Built for the night

Silent in flight

Speaking in echoes

With sensitive ears to see

What their eyes can’t

Children of the dark

The House on the Hill (a poem)

The House on the Hill

Written April 13th, 2011

There is a house atop a hill

Lonely on the outskirts of town

The windows cracked, the shadows still

The vines crawl

And the grass is tall

Nature is claiming it back; running it down

Forget You (a poem)

Forget You

Written April 12th, 2011

I hear your name

And it rings sourly in my ears

I tense up and stare at the ground

I’ll never look at you the same

The veil has been lifted from my eyes

And now I know what is true

I pity the next fool to fall for you

Ladies, look before you leap

He’s the prettiest damn thing

Easy on the eyes and smooth on the talk

He’ll make you want to sing

But he’s wearing the devil’s mask

He made me walk the fool’s walk

Now I’m frozen; no love left

And he still has my favorite book

I Am Not Afraid (a novel) Chapter One

Began writing on April 9th, 2011

Chapter One

First Visit

           

The first time I saw him, I was nine years old.

            My sister had had a bad dream, and asked me to come sleep with her. Our parents were gone for the weekend, and out brother’s girlfriend had come over at eight and they hadn’t come out of his room since.

            I was only two years older than her, but I guess when you’re scared any kind of company is better than none.

            She had come into my room at about midnight, shaking me awake. I had followed her blearily into her room, crawled under the covers, and promptly fell asleep again.

            I woke up at three a.m., and to this day I can’t really remember why. There was no loud noise, no bad dream, and no sudden movements. I just opened my eyes and there he was, standing at the foot of the bed.

Ode to the Pencil

Ode to the Pencil

Written April 6th, 2011

Pencil

A bridge between

My thoughts

And tangible paper

As my dreams get bigger

You get smaller

I'll wear you down

Right to the nub

And you won't complain

For that is your purpose.



When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy strikes

There often is no warning

The soft sand on which you walk

Glittering with reflected sunlight

In a single step becomes sharp rocks

Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

This is for a Friend (a poem, dedication)

This is For a Friend <3

Written April 3rd, 2011

This is for a friend

Who means the world to me <3

Who I never get to see :(

This is for a friend

Who knows how to make me smile :)

Who appreciates my style :D

Universe (a poem)

Universe

Written April 3rd, 2011

I sit here on this earth

Held down by gravity

Looking up at the Universe

Suspended over this world.

The stars above are sprinkled

Across the face of night

From down here I look up

Wondering if they are looking back.

Strangers (thoughts)

Strangers

Written April 2nd, 2011

     Funny how the world works.

     Before I lived with my dad, and only visited him on the weekends, I didn't know she even existed.

     After I moved and lived with him all the time, I got enrolled in the local school. That's where I met her, a fellow student.

     We hit it off almost instantly, and now here I am at a sleepover at her house, awake and trying not to make too much noise as she continues to drift in and out of sleep.

     Dad lives in a different house now, one town over form her. But our towns have a joint school.

     So here I am, just up the street from our old house, in her bed, writing. All those years when I came to visit Dad on the weekends, my best friend was just up the street! And I had no clue!

Opposites Attract (a poem)

Opposites Attract

Written April 1st, 2011

Pristine white

Neat, orderly

Blue lines across

Pink lines down

Perfect, untouched

Pure

Inviting, tempting

Night black

Shapely curves

Sharp lines

Uneven, random

No perfect repetitions

Messy

Creative, meaningful

Pen tip presses

On smooth white paper

What was previously

Empty

Pristine

Is now

Filled

Charmingly askew

This neat page; my messy scrawl

A perfect pair.