Love But Do Not TouchI have fallen in love with a bubble
A dancing dream of floating silk
A damp and fragile rainbow orb
Of shining light and glass and milk
I fell in love once
Oh, not for me the humble soap
I care not for 'perfumed', 'fresh', or 'mild'
I shudder at it's caustic gleam
I long for its more graceful child
They laughed at me
before I could explain
How I choke beneath its oiled film
smothered by its foaming breath
detergent makes me feel quite ill
and poisons me with fear and death...
I want one thing.
But I can't reach.
Oh, let me dance out on the wind!
throw me out into the air!
though our union be fraught and brief
may we meet for a moment there!
Longing is hard
Loss is harder.
Oh dear beloved floating bubble
our union was short and sweet
I lost my leafed soul to your dance
as you swept by my rooted feet
You were beautiful
And I miss you already
We're running through the skyways,
And we're laughing hand in hand,
And soaring over the highways,
That stretch all across the land,
And we're breezing through the cloudy skies,
And mist is blowing in our faces,
And the raindrops are in our eyes,
Bringing visions of far-off places,
We're running through the alleys,
And we're laughing, laughing, and
We're racing the heaving seas,
Our toes digging in the sand,
And we're strong as strong as dreams,
and we're weak as weak as waters,
And our eyes burn such burning gleams,
That the stars gave us their daughters,
We're running through the woodlands,
And we are laughing at the leaves,
and still, and still, we're holding hands,
Turning like swallows from the eaves...
Dragon Smiles: EntriesCONTEST
There's a dragon in my head,
And he's watching me and smiling,
And for sure I do not like this,
For he's thinking of me dying,
There's a selkie just behind,
And she sets my belly roiling,
And although I block my ears,
Her laughter there's no foiling,
There are bane-sidhes in my dreams,
And I'm really getting nervous,
For we all know what they mean,
And they like to sing in chorus,
And the pixies skip round me,
Whenever I dare look away,
Poking, pinching, prodding, prodding,
With fingers sharp and fey,
I wondered how a dragon smiles,
With jaws so full of teeth,
But I can live without knowing,
Of the gullet that lies beneath...
There's a harpy in my eyes
and she's uglier than sin
but she takes a pretty guise
and tempts me from within
The sounds of claws across the glass
Titter softly through my sleep
While dragons breath fogs up the night
As across the road it creeps.
His teeth are so sharp,
GlassI am glass, empty, and cold.
they look right through me,
into her captured reflection
smooth silicon skin refracting her,
beer bottle glass
drained and heavy
full of illusion
green and old and stuck in the past.
silent and alone,
and when the wind blows
i sing and chatter. Empty words,
dead leaves cast in the wind.
ringing echoes on the phone
dead phone, cruel ghosts, all
disturb their solitude
and it seems that ghosts hear me
in that hid
TrustSoftly creep up on an acorn,
Then proudly turn to me and smile,
An oak tree growing from your hand,
You pluck a rose off and sing awhile.
You hold out to me your empty fingers,
Brush gracefully amongst my leaves,
Stripping so gently away each one,
Cradling each green feather as it breathes,
And fold me into your oak branches,
Lift me onehanded to the sky,
Raise your sweet face to the roots,
And smile up like fire as I die.
Deep and dark, the beast he lurks
Down below the rolling tides
Slowly he floats through the murk
Gleaming with phosphorous fires
Planks creak on through slapping waves
The echo through the silence skims
Fish startle from dark fleshy caves
As shivers leap through silent limbs
Mournful songs of lonely whales
Tremor and rise in rending loops
A great beak gapes, the music fails
A storm of thrashing ...
...ends this tail.
Up in the AirDown the street from
the house where
my friend John used to undercook the chicken
is where they filed my grandparents.
Can't say buried,
they aren't in the ground, but
I'd say twenty feet up in the air
slid into a
but I call it a filing cabinet.
They aren't really in there anyway, they
can't smell the flowers lined up
next to the benches
where I'm sitting
Just shells, inside shelves,
boxes of things left behind.
They were her hands once,
that held the spoon
that put chocoate ice cream in a dish,
or flipped the bacon while the radio played
in a morning-golden kitchen.
Those were his lips, always split
in his wide-open grin,
or pursed around the meandering notes of his whistle
announcing his visit
as he ambled up our driveway.
They are stacked now, like the boxes of slides
and books of photos,
piled atop one another.
In each one, they smile at us
arm in arm
with a thousand places behind them.
Row upon row, like the books in the shelves
Indiscretionyou reek of indiscreet.
it clings to the dress
hiked up your leg
like a train wreck -
with bare flesh
wearing out a red silk slip,
the fabric too tight
and dirty in all the right places,
your knees skinned raw
and your tattle tale eyes
that glint road hard black
turned away from the light
when your smile
faked like 3 a.m
comes calling for my heart.
This Conversation Took Eons"I can control you," he said, gravitational fingers lurching into my bouldered skin and pulling bits of me away.
I made it rain that day and killed three thousand and forty six people, just because I could.
"What is wrong with you?" his voice sank as the waters became weighted with people. He pulled the tides higher and washed the visible pain into the form of debris.
"They'll never forget though," I used the stars to point out my flaws and my current disaster, "because they're dead."
"Why do you do that?"
"What's wrong with me?" I asked innocently, stirring up another hurricane with my pinky.
It was all some sort of amusement to me. He was glaring at me with those fake diamond eyes and wishing for a meteor to smash into my dimpled frame. I know he wants me dead. Ever since those dinosaurs, he hasn't quite forgiven me, like I can control the death of over-populated reptiles.
"I am orbiting your bulging equator. I will always just be orbiting you," he pauses and ties my tallest m
Chameleon Smiles"I always wanted matching straight jackets," she said, pressing her minuscule fingertips against the bent backs of dandelions and clovers. I only managed to blink back the laughter because even though she smiled lovingly at the sky, her eyes said "sometimes-I-think-I-belong-in-one."
"Don't be ridiculous," I say, leaning back onto the blanket of sun-worn grass.
She pouts with her all ready withered twenty two year old lips, "I'm not being ridiculous."
I smile and close my eyes as her innocence laden voice rambles on about why the sky really turns black--she is adamant that it's because a monster-star swallows up all the colours then spits them back in the morning. While the other stars are only there to avert suspicion by sparkling not-brightly-enough. I laugh and shake my head as her hands wash over my arm, trying to pull me into her descriptions. She never lets me forget how wrong about her I am.
"You could at least listen to me," I can imagine her rolling her eyes at me
ScorchThe white cotton of a summer day
streams across June
like paint peeling off porch railings
buttercups go drowsy in window boxes
watching the world nod and doze
and the burr of cicada wings
rubs the still air scorched
and scars the sky
like locusts on honey
Dreamer's LamentI awaken only to hear the silence around me
The darkness pressing in on me like something alive
Seeking to smother my very essence
The dreams that drove me from slumber
Still roiling in the farthest corners of my mind
How long has it been since I awoke with joy in my heart
To see the cutting brightness of the sun
To hear the gleeful singing of the birds
I can't remember
All I know is now
This despair which has settled itself into my very core
Sending out tendrils like a fishermans hook
Biting into my very soul
I can't begin to count the remedies I have tried
Nothing helps for long
In the end, I am once more left with my despondency
I feel as if we have now become one
It embraces me
Much like a lover
I sigh as the need for sleep once more creeps in
Turning I lay back down upon the bed
My waking thoughts becoming a silent whisper in my head
Drifting off to sleep now
My darkest memor
LiesIsn't it weird how they smile at your face
You turn your back and it's erased
Sooner or later you realise
They're not your friends
Just some more lies
It hurts so bad just to know
There's nothing really there
Nothing real, nothing true
It's all empty and bare
Then they come back to you
The story is old
It's always the same
It's always a game
No one understands
No matter what they say
It's always for them
And it's always been the same old way.
Stick a gun up to my head
Make it a pistol
Make sure I'm dead
Slit my throat with a guitar pick
Make it a thin one
Make it the one I love
I don't care
Make it something I love
Because I can't do it on my own
Don't hang me with a rug
This is my suicide song
Bash me over the head a few times
With a skateboard
Make sure you nail me with the trucks
And I bleed all over
Sharpen the edges of a snowboard
Swing it at my neck
Make sure my head flies
Like a baseball when it strikes the bat
I need help with my suicide
I can't do it on my own
I need it to be one of my prized possessions
For my suicide song
Yes I need your help
With my own suicide
Don't take the butcher's knife
Make it sound right
Something I love
Something I care for
A prized possession
Not some stupid thing
Its must sound right
Not the usual slitting of the wrists
Something I care for
In this suicide song
I have an idea
I care for you my friend
Use your own two hands
Wrap them around my neck
Choke me to death
Curse for a drug clouded mind
Narcotic mind and narcotic soul,
With this curse you will pay your toll,
Destruction of body and decimation of mind,
With these words I your destiny bind.
For seven day and seven night,
I shall plague your spirit with this blight,
Body break and heart sear,
Repent for your sins with screams of fear,
Learn your lesson and learn it well,
Or be forever under this spell.
Sleep Softly LoveHe smiled serenely as he washed his hands.
The perfect end to another perfect day.
The stains were hard to shift but with some small effort he found himself comfortable with drying his hands on the pristine white towels.
Mariannes mother bought us those. The kindly old dear always did give the most thoughtful presents. Annie insists we keep them clean, everything must be kept clean, just as Annie wants.
He calmly rooted around the cupboard and began filling his mop bucket. Hed get everything spotless for his dear sweet wife. How many years was it now? Fifteen? Gosh, how times flies.
The greying mop hit the wooden floor with a dull slap, splashing bleach and water up the walls.
Oh well, he thought. Ill have to scrub there next anyway. Annies bringing a friend round tonight, I must surprise her with a lovely clean home. She d
The Portrait[975 words]
You see, its hard to explain Jonathans words formed a small puddle on the expensive, imported carpet next to the shattered corpse of the china vase. His down-turned face was painted in shades of red; the light hue of guilt brushed across his checks with two bold strokes of embarrassment for eyes.
It cant be that difficult, just come out with it.
He didnt mean it, Daddy-- Emma tugged on Fathers sleeve.
I'm talking to Jonathan. Father removed Emmas hand from his suit. Don't speak.
I-I heard Emma shout from the kitchen and I thought she had gotten hurt so I ran to see what was the matter and on the way the vase fell over, he said hurriedly, his shoulders slowly hunching and his palms facing the ceiling.
You ran. Fathers eyebrows fought over the territory between them. &
Never Trust a Clockwork ChildTinfoil children; Tinfoil faces,
With softwood arms and cardboard graces.
Tiny wooden baby hands
Grasp at your life's slipping sands,
As they march on clanking iron feet
To an unknown copper beat.
Will you see their silver smiles?
Will you fall to cotton-wool wiles?
Will you let their golden hearts
Tear your paper world apart?
Do not fear their shining eyes,
Their brassy, glowing, diamond lies.
But I pray you, be not beguiled,
And never trust a clockwork child.
Love SickYou see, its hard to explain. Its a feeling, so strong that I may suffocate from it, yet so gentle I can almost feel its warm embrace. Its scent sends shivers up my spine, though I am baffled to say whether they are sent in peace or in terror. Each time this feeling occurs I am motionless, frozen to the spot until it passes. I tried the doctor, but was told there was no cure. I certainly hope its not fatal.
Someone once asked me what if felt like when it happened. I did my best to explain, though it was difficult. I said it was like watching a flower open its petals for the first time Like seeing a baby take its first step, watching them speak their first word. It gives you a terrible feeling of helplessness and yet fills you with joy and wonder. It was like butterflies flying around in my stomach, yearning to break free somehow and take flight.
It is not a constant feeling, which is probably the strangest part about it. I only recently felt anything like it. Wh
Shattered MirrorsShattered Mirrors (Fragment II) (english version) [scorrete giù per la versione italiana]
Tears, only tears stream,
now, inside me;
and they drown me.
Those same tears corroding,
merciless, my limbs,
without stopping they consume
me; violent, they get out
until they crush against my eyes
and find, being reflected
in them, the truth.
A fragment of time.
And my tears dont stream anymore:
but now my heart is crying
and the sorrow originates again
from every tear vainly shed.
The heart is the greatest
suicide I've ever known.
Specchi Infranti (Frammento II) (original italian version)
Lacrime, solo lacrime scorrono
ormai dentro di me;
e mi affogano.
Quelle stesse lacrime che insensibili
corrodono le mie membra
senza fermarsi mi consumano;
prepotenti escono fuori
fino ad infrangersi nei miei occhi
e a ritrovar nel rispecchiarsi
con questi la verità.
Un frammento di tempo.
E le mie lacrime n
To Love And To HateTo Love And To Hate
You see, its hard to explain
How much you wanted this.
You wanted this so badly
You thought you were in bliss.
But it turned out rather roughly
And this is how it went.
You came to me in fury.
I didnt understand.
You wanted me to suffer.
To die in agonizing pain.
It was then I began to wonder
Why you hated me like rain.
You explained me very calmly.
With sparkles in your eyes
You looked at me so tender
And told me all those lies
You held my face within your hands.
It was then I began to see
Why our movements were like a dance.
Why I was feeling free
You loved me with all your heart
And cared for me so greatly.
But you thought I wasnt capable
To love you and to hate me.
HighwaymanNight on the moor is eerie. The moon is full, but the clouds hurrying past it remind me of the stories I hear. The ones about ships in story seas. The same wind - it's in such a hurry tonight - is pushing through the trees. Id never noticed before that trees seems to speak. They whistle and moan and the branches clack and pop. And spookiest of all is the moor itself, lit purple by the cloudy moonlight. The road through the moor looks like one of Besss hair ribbons. A silver-white one.
I am here because Bess is here. She is my masters daughter, so she has freedom I know not. But even as the hostler, I know her better than does her father, the innkeeper. I know she is waiting for someone. She has been waiting all day. Now I can see her at her window, just a glint of her eyes and the red of her lips. She is combing her hair. And waiting.
I wait too. She knows what she is waiting for, but I dont. I just want to watch her and wait.
Hoofbeats. And now a black shape on
Cheating DeathA young woman rested, exhausted against a dilapidated wall, taking refuge in her solitude and the suffocating atmosphere and scent of decay. She breathed deep into her lungs, slowly exhaling a shallow release. Ignoring the hollow void filling her chest, she hummed tunelessly, sunlight falling over her hair, hanging lifelessly over bruised, emaciated cheekbones.
She stroked damaged fingernails over her perforated veins, blood-red cuticles pressing into the shame and depression of a drug-induced existence, as if wishing to release her grief and pain. Broken chords echoed in her mind, an uneasy dissonance of imposing dread.
She dragged her body across the floor, pulling the child to her with unnerving desperation and sickness. Unfolding the soft, deep blue curls of the blankets, her eyes swept over a tiny pale wrist, lying open against the darker background, fragile bones casting a striking dissimilarity to the heavy cloth.
Exposed and vulnerable, the delicate body gently rose and fell, i