tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39373703605569595772024-03-12T21:09:00.926-05:00Music From Another RoomPoemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-23973088259733676032010-01-10T21:14:00.000-06:002010-01-10T21:14:01.108-06:00Untitled... Prologue<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The dark had long descended over the quaint Bradshaw house and the owners had long retired to their bed. One, however, a Mrs. Cecelia Bradshaw tossed and turned, her aging limbs seeming to resist the thought of sleep although her eye lids fell temptingly heavy over her eyes. So when the first noise sounded she jolted from her half sleep, a sense of fear traveling through her blue veins, winding its way to her heart. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> She looked around the shadowy room and out into the hallway. Nothing seemed to be amiss so she lied back down next to her husband and let her eyes begin to close. It was the creaking of an old house, she told herself. It happens all the time, she reasoned. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> And then it happened again, the pounding reverberating through the halls.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> No, that was definitely not an old house sound.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Robert, did you hear that?” Cecelia whispered to the man lying beside her. He snorted and turned his back to her.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Robert,” Her tone was pleading now as she nudged at his shoulder.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Did I hear what?” He grumbled, only wanting to get back to sleep.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “That </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bang bang-bang.”</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> She attempted to imitate the sound.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Cece, please, this an old house and I’m an old man who needs his sleep. I didn’t hear a thing.” He sighed and fluffed his pillow before sinking back into it.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The silence between the aging husband and wife stretched through the dark for moments that could have been minutes or possibly seconds, Cecelia couldn’t tell but as just as her eyes threatened to close once more the sound echoed through the halls to their small bedroom, more urgent sounding than either of the times before.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Robert,” she urged once more. Cecelia was a woman who followed her gut and right now that pounding sound was turning her stomach into a knot, and that knot was telling her something was wrong.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Robert Bradshaw sat up in his bed, listening intently; he wasn’t going to deny that he had heard it the last time, and the sound left a cold feeling creeping through his bones. Cecelia followed him as he stumbled through the black hallways, switching on every light they passed; she held an old baseball bat gripped in her frail hands. They both jumped as the beating sound began again, the front door shaking from the force causing the noise.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> As they reached the end of the hallway the harsh sound stopped at once but was followed by a single hollow sounding thud.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The two shared confused and slightly fearful glances before Robert reached for the doorknob.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “Step back, Cecelia,” her husband’s voice was so sharp. He had never used that tone before, never, and frankly, it scared her. She took two steps back, gripping the baseball bat so tight her knuckles turned ghostly white. Robert turned to his wife once more and took a deep breath. Quicker than she had thought possible for her grey-haired spouse, he threw the front door open. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Immediately the two were struck dumb. There in the shadows just outside the door a body swayed, moonlight warred with the lights from the house, causing only part of the body to show, and that part alone was gruesome enough to nearly give the two elderly a pair of matching heart attacks. Mud caked feet led to crisscrossed slashes marring thin legs; blood seemed to trickle from everywhere.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Cecelia and Robert stood there for seconds cleverly disguised as minutes staring at the young girl. She took one swaying step out of the shadows and into the house, revealing even more unsightly incisions and bruises. The bruises were like beautiful splashes of paint on her ivory skinned face that clashed with the blood of a wound hidden on her hairline. Her hair was matted with soil and blood. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Her eyes, glazed with fear, traveled over the plump woman and the scrawny, balding man before following their gazes to her own body. Rivulets of scarlet blood traveled down her legs and arms, landing on the snow-white carpet. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> “I-I’m s-sorry—“ Just as the final syllable escaped her lips, her legs gave out and her body crumpled into the old man’s shaking arms.</span></span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-36591820876805312872009-12-14T22:54:00.001-06:002009-12-14T23:00:41.978-06:00New BeginningsI'm not going to paste my entire short story on here because the format always gets screwed up but here is the link to this story i wrote the other day.<br />
It might not seem like it at first but it's about being brave enough to accept the things you cannot change and to change the things you can.<br />
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http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Destinee/487309/<br />
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also, the writing style is a lot "braver" i suppose you could say with the words i use.<br />
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keep in mind please, that i was writing this for a school assignment and was supposed to keep it to 6 pages at the maximum. That proved to be impossible so i splurged for 9 (oh, the bravery!)<br />
it's still not how i imagined it because i had to cut it so short but oh well. one day i will return to it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-20975210286582693832009-12-04T23:30:00.001-06:002009-12-04T23:30:09.725-06:00Elsewhere<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t worry your pretty little head, little one</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daddy’s gone elsewhere tonight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You don’t have to worry about the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Look he gets in his eyes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When he’s had too much to drink</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And when the liquor just wasn’t enough</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To declaw the demon in his mind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t lose any sleep, little one,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daddy’s gone elsewhere again tonight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And he’s taken his brown bottle with him</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To the place where we wish he wouldn’t leave.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When he’s elsewhere we are safe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And when he’s elsewhere we’re okay</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That is why we must leave.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t be scared, little one.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We’re going elsewhere tonight.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So pack your bags and get dressed.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We’re leaving for the next train leaving town.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t waste your time looking over your shoulder</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He’s not here, he doesn’t know,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He’s gone elsewhere.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where is elsewhere you ask?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elsewhere is anywhere but here.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elsewhere can be our safe haven</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elsewhere can be our hell on earth.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elsewhere…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elsewhere…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Safe Haven…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hell.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We’ll find out when we get there.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-41463986641085745822009-12-04T23:29:00.002-06:002009-12-04T23:29:42.406-06:00I'll Sing (Sestina)<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When you left, you took my breath with you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The longest hour and a lifetime away from home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And now my lungs are tired and as dry as stone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I sit silent and alone, rocking the ruins of my heart to sleep.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From their shining diamond mouths like tears they sing,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And it is the most heart wrenching song you’ll ever hear.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If by chance the melody followed the air so you could hear</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You wouldn’t care; the sound of death wouldn’t even phase you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Apathy has sewn your mouth closed, never again will you sing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never again will you’re heart allow yourself to call another home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All you’ll know is loneliness, when you wake, when you sleep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You’ll be alone, you and your heart of stone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do you remember, when I would wake to the tapping of a stone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On my bedroom window? That was before you refused to hear</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The world out; that was before you’d crawl in bed and sleep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Blocking out the cries and laughs that make up the world around you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the moon was stretching over the sky you’d find me at home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And together, in perfect harmony with the earth, we would sing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But now you refuse to listen, you refuse to sing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The world is too much for you; you think it’s only as cold as stone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You don’t understand the precious balance upon which we find our home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Negative, ugly things, that made your heart hurt was all you could hear.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So you gave up, shut yourself up, and refused to let anyone near you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That is why your dreams are painted in pain and anguish when you sleep. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I tried to calm your dreams, to let you breathe easy in sleep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But you denied my deepest attempts, refused to listen to me sing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And that is why when you left, even though my heart broke, I let you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You became unreachable in your self-imposed silence, as stubborn as stone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That is when my heart began to cry out the song you wouldn’t hear</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The song that begged you to find yourself back in my arms, at home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the sake of my heart I wish you would come home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No matter how long I rock the broken pieces it can’t— it won’t sleep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In time I’ll learn another way to reason with it so it will hear</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ll tell it you’re not the only reason to live, there are many other songs to sing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Already my lungs are learning to breathe again, resurrecting from stone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, one day my heart will be whole, my lungs alive, and they will forget you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ll find myself at home, and I’ll sing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And while you sleep on your bed of stone,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You will weep as you hear me breathe without you.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-57990227780430332352009-12-04T23:29:00.000-06:002009-12-04T23:29:09.044-06:00Siren's Sonnet<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is a song that the siren sings</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That dulls the pain and clouds the mind</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Young sailors don’t yet know what evil it brings</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or that they’re about to leave their entire life behind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The melody crawls</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">long the waves to their waiting ship</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To catch any unlucky man on deck alone</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They don’t realize its </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">claws </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">s</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eizing their heart in its cold grip,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pulling them into the fog, into the dark unknown.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When their body washes up onto the sandy shore</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She’ll fall to her knees and wail to the sea’s ebb and flow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They’re not the one she was calling to, the one she sung for</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They’re not her lover lost to the dark waters so long ago</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Their cold, colorless corpse mocks her suffering, her every sigh</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And once again</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> h</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">er soul tears open and begins the deadly cry</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-------</span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; margin-left: 2.0pt; margin-right: 2.0pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A different version of Siren Song.</span></span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-45104459602516853752009-12-04T23:28:00.001-06:002009-12-04T23:28:09.742-06:00Someone Knows<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have you ever had a secret?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The kind of secret you’re always thinking about?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The kind that keep you up at night as it </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gnaws on your cerebrum like some disgruntled lapdog?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The kind that keep you from staring too long into people’s eyes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cause you’re afraid they’ll see it deep down in your corneas? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you say no, we’ll know you’re lying.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone has had a secret and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone’s scared that someone knows.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I know, it's a bit different from what i usually write...</span></span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-85319812466496779532009-12-04T23:27:00.002-06:002009-12-04T23:27:24.762-06:00Me?<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m not perfect, you’ll soon figure that out</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m human, a potential pillar of salt, like Lot’s wife</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I worry about what might happen next</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And wonder “what if” as I get older</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My mind must think it’s training for a marathon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Because in all my years it’s never stopped running</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paranoia slips in and out of my thoughts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And Melancholy has found itself a home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When you talk to me and I don’t answer</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eyes are focused on something else</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And my thoughts are too.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some call it being spacey- a regular astronaut</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some call it being ditzy- your dumb blonde stereotype.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I call it being lost in your own thoughts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Having so much to think about</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That each train of thought fights for your attention</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Until it’s like a battlefield, bloody brain waves strewn about.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So like I said, I’m not perfect, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A galaxy or two away perhaps, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If I’m lucky.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we were supposed to write something about "personal identity", only, everything i wrote was waaaay too personal. So this is what i turned in. I'm not happy with it. At all.</span></span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-9378404721855017152009-12-04T23:25:00.002-06:002009-12-04T23:25:47.991-06:00Fire Dancers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SxnuzsPCnuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ke0qZjgRKjs/s1600-h/Picture+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SxnuzsPCnuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ke0qZjgRKjs/s320/Picture+14.png" /></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Deep in the jungle</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In a dance as old as time—</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They soar over fires.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-72679321377992037182009-12-04T23:24:00.002-06:002009-12-04T23:24:34.269-06:00Sound of Silence<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sound</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Faint, Thunderous </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Buzzing, Singing, Speaking</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wail, Shriek, Peace, Tranquility</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Muting, Smothering, Deafening</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stony, Soft</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Silence</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-75297255608382188292009-11-21T10:25:00.000-06:002009-11-21T10:25:10.251-06:00Silver Screens<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SwgUUVTOGiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jTFtkvzux48/s1600/Picture+11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SwgUUVTOGiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jTFtkvzux48/s320/Picture+11.png" /></a><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silver screens and technological spawn<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Hundreds of choices but good nothing on<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And yet you’re all up watching until dawn.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Eyes glued to that damned lighted square<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Pants stitched to your favorite chair<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Lost in a trance, a half-crazed stare.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It’s more addictive than crack cocaine.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It’s rotting what is left of your brain,<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But do I here any of you complain?<br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-89775602787265197772009-11-21T10:18:00.000-06:002009-11-21T10:18:22.421-06:00The Perfect Weapon<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SwgSsuJN4CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LvTVEBXNoVY/s1600/Picture+10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SwgSsuJN4CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LvTVEBXNoVY/s320/Picture+10.png" /></a><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It looks sharp and exact,<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">A snow-white dagger<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The perfect weapon.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Press your finger to the edge<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">You’ll expect a rivulet of blood<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To ruin the stark perfection<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But it bends under the pressure,<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Caresses your skin like a dream.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Satin slivers held together tightly<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">By an unseen thread of whispers.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">You can feel the murmurs course<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Under your skin, leaving a little piece<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Of the unimaginable places it’s been.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It hums of the oceans, and sings of the tides<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It pulls you through deserts of white-silver sand<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Scorches you with the fire of the sun<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And soothes you with the brush of twilight.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">If it softly kisses your sleeping eyelids<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Then you’ve felt a piece of heaven<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">An angel’s feather fallen from the skies<br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The room is a carousel <br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Spinning round and round in my mind<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Air rushes into my lungs— too much too fast<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And I’m lost in the familiar song and dance.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The voices are raging in a thunderous backbeat, <br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Culminating into one ominous roar.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It’s deafening it’s unbearable<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It reverberates into my veins as<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Blood rushes through the body<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And darkens the mind, inflaming my sight.<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The room is a violent shade of suffocating red<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And my breath is quickening<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">My body is convulsing<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">My mind is racing<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But not one sideways glance notices <br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The ferocious spirit taking me over<br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Everyone is lost in their own song and dance.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It’s a war of worlds between the heavens and earth<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As wind rips at the trees ruthlessly tearing them apart<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Up from the roots they fly through the angry blue-black sky<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And land in a gnarled defeated mess on the quaking ground<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rain falls in never-ending torrents, sheet music for a soulless dirge<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lightning shoots across the vast expanse, a warning from Zeus<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is the day we call to the deep azure raging above us<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear our cries and ready promises of reform<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But each desperate plea is to no avail; <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They have decided our fate.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Darkness.<br />
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To lift you from the depths of pain,<br />
To wrench your soul from the frozen grips<br />
Of the tundra that frosted your heart and lips.<br />
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I’ll sing you songs to calm your dreams<br />
To lay you down next to rippling streams,<br />
To banish the shadows that lie in your mind<br />
And fill them with a love bright and undefined.<br />
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I’ll carve you a sea’s shell of stone<br />
To carry the sea’s secrets to you alone<br />
To make you see that you’re not the only one<br />
Whose seams of life are coming undone<br />
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I’ll paint you a second moon in the sky<br />
To reflect every child’s laugh and broken cry<br />
To remind you that you need the dark to value light<br />
And guide you through your most wearisome plight<br />
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I will take that paper and write on it the tune<br />
To teach the shell to sing and serenade the moon<br />
That moon controls the tides of effervescent blue<br />
That I trust to bring me across this sea and back to youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-65103146139804034022009-11-14T21:36:00.000-06:002009-11-14T21:36:08.628-06:00Sequoias (2)Remember when you took me to see the Sequoias,<br />
And when you told me you could tell how old it was<br />
By counting the myriad of spirals twining through its heart,<br />
You said our love would live that long—never would we part.<br />
You said our love would put the ancient Sequoias to shame<br />
Like the mighty redwood it would grow wild and never tame.<br />
We stood at opposite ends and stretched our arms around<br />
Until our hands clasped and we were once again love bound.<br />
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Time has passed; the Sequoias continue to grow tall and free.<br />
But all I can think of is how we might as well plant our own tree<br />
In the space growing between us, isolating you from me.<br />
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Had to turn it into a couplet for LOGOS.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-37240194112077826422009-10-17T23:49:00.001-05:002009-10-20T16:56:33.106-05:00Flame and Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/StqeNsRA3-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/puhHgxgZQ-Q/s1600-h/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/StqeNsRA3-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/puhHgxgZQ-Q/s320/Picture+5.png" /></a><br />
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Leaves the color of flame and dreams<br />
Mimic the carefree laughter of our children<br />
But when our backs are turned and the sun fades<br />
Their impersonations turn to incantations<br />
That whisper through our minds <br />
As we walk the streets as dark as sin.<br />
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As we walk the streets as dark as sin<br />
Wayward spirits wander over our graves.<br />
As they trail their razor sharp nails as cold as ice<br />
Down the valleys of our stiff spines they beseech us<br />
Hurry home darlings and whatever you do pay no heed <br />
To the leaves the color of flame and dreams <br />
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I blame it on the rain<br />
It makes my skin come alive<br />
It makes my tongue loose<br />
And my eyes wander<br />
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You blame it on the rain<br />
It makes your mind go blank<br />
It makes your anger flair<br />
And your fists hunger<br />
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We blame it on the rain<br />
These things we’ve done<br />
Because it’s the only way<br />
We can love one another<br />
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We wear masks of onyx and sapphire <br />
To hide the shadowed moons under our eyes<br />
But they can’t hide the bruises marring our skin<br />
Over arms and legs emaciated by time and lies<br />
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They judge us even as their masks slip to reveal <br />
What they truly are— something much more vindictive<br />
Voices of satin weave the sweetest symphony of death and destruction <br />
Hearts of ice cover their lies make them all the more addictive<br />
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Behind our veils of impervious truth our blackened gaze<br />
Springs forth tears of diamonds for all those caught<br />
In their snare of fixation and deceit that refuses to release<br />
Their souls of lead and sand that are forever more good for naught<br />
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And so we wear the masks of onyx and sapphires<br />
That hide the shadowed moons under our eyes<br />
To protect us from this world that turns our wings <br />
To dust and ignores our soul shattering cries<br />
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Three years for a young girl to pine for her absent father. Three years for hopes rise so high that the slightest hitch might plummet those hopes 20,000 leagues under the sea. <br /><br /> It was three years before my mother finally allowed my brother and me to visit our family in North Carolina. From the moment we moved we had begged her to let us see our father but every time we did she would turn our cries down and refuse to explain why. <br /><br />I had to pinch myself. Was I dreaming? I was to spend three blessed weeks of summer at the home where I grew up; nothing could possibly be any more perfect. <br /><br />And yet, now as I look back, out of the three weeks only a single day has been imprinted in my mind.<br /><br /> I had been home for only a few days when I found myself searching innocently for my father; we were supposed to be digging for bait worms in the ditch behind our house for fishing the next day but my father had suddenly disappeared. I looked everywhere outside for him but to no avail. Inside I went, hoping to find him quickly so that I could continue on with my competition for who could find the most worms with my brother. As I stood in the kitchen wondering where to look I noticed that the bedroom door to my father’s room was open slightly, so I walked right in. <br />Immediately, the sweet, familiar scent that would fill the hallways of our apartment back in Minnesota floated up to my nose making me catch my breath.<br /><br /> Upon hearing my gasp, my father whirled around from his perch on the side of his bed. In my peripheral vision I watched as something small and white rolled onto the floor a foot away from him. <br /><br /> I felt my father’s eyes on me as I stepped further into the room, closer to him. When he perceived that my gaze wasn’t directed at him but at the small neatly rolled joint lying on the carpet he bent to grab it. Only, I was quicker. <br /> With a mixture of revulsion and anger, I held out the tiny forbidden object. Having a drug counselor as a mother assured the repeated horror stories of drug abuse.<br /><br /> “Hey, baby,” my father finally greeted me, “why don’t you hand me that and go back outside. I’ll be right there in a moment.”<br /><br /> “Dad,” my eyes seemed to show something of what I was feeling even though I couldn’t form the words in my mouth. My hand burned to crush the fragile smoke.<br /><br /> “Alright, I see that my girl is a lot smarter than I took her for.” He sighed and patted the quilt next to him, “Have a seat and we can talk.” <br /><br /> He was quiet for a minute. After I sat down, his lips pursed as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. <br /><br /> “You are definitely your mother’s daughter. You know that isn’t a regular cigarette, don’t you?” I was the silent one now as I simply nodded, preparing myself for what I already knew he was going to say. I listened whole-heartedly as he told me calmly that he was smoking pot and he had been smoking pot since he was a young teenager. I wasn’t interested in that. I was only interested in why. I wanted to hear why he was doing something I knew of as wrong. When that didn’t come, my emotions grew even more tumultuous. <br /><br /> However, years of hiding my broken emotions resulting from the ugly divorce my parents went through kept my face dutifully tranquil even though my raging emotions threatened to drown me. <br /><br />He smiled at me as he took the joint from my tiny fist, told me to go look after my brother and that he would be right out. I was making my way to the door when this man who I had idolized just minutes ago said something so unsuspecting I nearly lost my composure.<br /><br /> “Destinee, you know you can’t tell your mamma about this, right? If you did you know she wouldn’t let you come see me anymore, right?”<br /><br /> I turned around slowly, my gaze on the floor as I nodded wordlessly.<br /> He wanted me to keep something like this from my mother. <br />He wanted me to lie if necessary. <br /><br />Anger pushed at what little reserve I had left. I tried to tell myself as I wandered back to my brother that he was only saying that because it was true. My mother would definitely not let us come back down to visit if she knew my father was smoking pot, which I found out later was a definite deal breaker in their agreement for any kind of visitation. Of course he didn’t want me to tell my mother, he wanted to be able to see us. It had nothing to do with the fact that he might get in even more trouble by being exposed. No, I told myself, it wasn’t that.<br /><br /> I was never good at telling lies. When I was younger, I was never good at keeping secrets that were so monumental (not that I had many). The guilt began to wash over me in livid waves as I sat at the ditch and attempted to distract myself from thoughts of the ugly truth by digging furiously into the ground to find as many squirming worms as I could. <br /><br /> That night my brother and I ambled into the house caring three small buckets of soil and the slimy insects, my brother happily claiming that we would be able to catch all of the fish in the river with all the bait we had. I, on the other hand, was emotionally and physically exhausted and couldn’t bring myself to act so ecstatic.<br /><br /> “What’s wrong bud?” My father asked after noticing my indifference.<br /><br /> “I think I’m getting sick,” I said truthfully; my stomach was beginning to reel.<br /><br /> “Oh no, you better get to bed then, so you feel well enough to go fishing tomorrow.” I didn’t wait for him to tell me twice before hugging him once and going off to my room. Sleep refused to come though. All I could think of was the mysterious reasons my mother had for leaving my father and wonder how deeply they were rooted in what I found out hours ago.<br /> <br />I didn’t go fishing with my father the next morning or the next time they went. <br />I held on to the secret, though. <br /><br />In the short years following my brother and I would go back to visit him twice, and still I gripped that secret so close to myself it was a part of me. I held onto it longer than I had any idea that I could. However, I did end up telling my mother years later after my brother had been given the same speech by my father and spilled his guts. We didn’t visit him again after that, although, he did come to Minnesota once afterwards.<br /><br /> Just a few weeks ago—nearly 11 years after my family’s departure from all that I believed was stable in my life; 8 years after the miserly reunion with my father—he called me on my birthday to tell me that he was planning on quitting smoking both pot and cigarettes on my birthday and that he would work on quitting drinking alcohol later. He set his quit date on my birthday to remind him of what was “important” in life, he said. <br /><br />I should feel elation or perhaps pride, and yet all I can find in the cauldron of fitting emotions in pure cynicism. Don’t get me wrong; I want nothing more than for my father to get clean and work for a more stable future. However, I can’t help but ask myself where was this commitment when he lost our house, his car, and countless jobs? Where was this reformation when my mother gave him the ultimatum: quit or lose her and the kids? Where was this when it truly mattered, when what he wanted was still within his reach? <br /><br />It was that first trip back that marked the turning point of my adulation to my resentment—neither of the emotions healthy—and yet in writing the event down, expressing my emotions of the time, I feel as if I have also marked a new turning point. This one, I hope, will result in the transition from resentment to acceptance and perhaps one day, healing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-36562720088770826352009-09-04T21:47:00.001-05:002009-09-04T21:50:28.236-05:00ArachnophobiaA true story for LOGOS class.<br /><br /> Night had descended over the city and as my family retired to their rooms, I was doing just the opposite. Shutting my bedroom door, I headed for the living room couch, a safe haven when the little monsters weren’t around. As I flipped on the TV, the bright shining light danced across the floor. Just as I propped my feet up on the coffee table I watched, in a trance, as my worst nightmare came to life in front of me. Eight hairy legs supporting an enormous body sped into the mirrored light of the TV. I opened my mouth in a scream, jumping up from my seat. I ran around searching madly for a weapon—or any shoe that wasn’t my own. Grabbing my mother’s boot, I crept into the living room, my heart beating wildly, to find that the repulsive creature hadn’t moved. Not wanting to get any closer, I stopped a couple of feet away and launched the shoe at the monster, only to miss by a dismal three inches. <br /> Once again I tossed the boot, this time gaining contact but not killing it. By now, the massive arachnid began attempting to escape. My nerves were doing an Irish jig under my skin at the thought of having to actually get close to the creature but I forced myself to take hold of the shoe once more. <br /> This time, I settled for a much more practical approach. So, I hacked at the eight-legged freak with my makeshift bludgeon. <br />When I decided the thing was dead enough I stood up, pride exuding from my stance. I had defeated the beast. <br />Then, as I realized one crucial detail, my face fell. I was now left with the question of what to do with what was left of the killing.<br /> If only my cat had a craving for spider guts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-54427965711239971872009-09-04T21:45:00.001-05:002009-09-04T21:47:39.403-05:00He Won't Leave MeAnother short story for LOGOS class,<br /><br /><br /> “What do you mean?” I breathed; my voice was raspy from withheld tears and desperation. We’ve been through this time after heart wrenching time and the words I know he will utter are imprinted forever in my mind.<br /> “I never want to see you again.” The cold words struck immediately, hitting just as hard as the first time, a bolt of lightning shooting through my flesh and bone to my soul. I watched as he turned and walked past as if he hadn’t just incinerated my very being. The flood raging behind the dam of my eyelids threatened to run over and I found that I had neither the strength nor the desire to hold it back any longer. I felt the bitter, salty tears slide down my face, slowly extinguishing the inferno in my chest. <br /> Innumerable sobs wracked my body and when I finally opened my eyes I found that I was staring at a black screen, credits rolling by quickly. <br /> “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden question, blinking furiously when the blinding lights snapped on. <br /> I rushed to wipe away all traces of dampness from my cheeks, which were burning a bright crimson now that I had been caught.<br /> “I don’t understand why you even watch that movie; all it does is make you cry.” My mother walked into the room, her tone a mixture of amusement and mild curiosity. <br /> “I don’t know, I guess I keep hoping that just once he won’t leave her.” My voice cracks, a lit match striking the tinder of my heart, “A happy ending.” <br /> She looks at me and sees through the façade, hears the words that I truly mean, the words I cannot bring myself to give life to. Without hesitating, she wraps her arms around my huddled form and readies herself to wait out the long storm ahead. <br /> Because, she knows, as any woman knows, tears may not heal a broken heart, but they ease the soul.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-59238592846335697182009-09-04T16:55:00.003-05:002009-09-04T17:05:21.848-05:00"Scents" Of AppreciationA descriptive language thing for LOGOS class.<br /><br /> “I had a great time, Jane,” John whispered as he slowly took a step closer to me. <br /> It was then that it hit me. That putrid odor I had dismissed in the car was coming from him, or more precisely, his mouth, which, I nearly gagged as I noted, was moving closer to me at an alarming rate. Hot breath washed over my face, crawling over my skin and tickling my nose. The stench seemed to cloud around my face, an invisible villain attacking my senses. It took all the strength and determination not to faint from the noxious gas that would make a decomposing corpse smell like roses.<br /> My mind raced. What should I do? What should I say?<br />What the heck did he eat? On second thought, I didn’t want to know the answer to that last question.<br /> Thankfully, just as I was about to be smothered to death by his horrid breath, the swinging open of a door and a gruff voice broke through the malodorous haze fogging my mind.<br /> “Jane, it’s past curfew. You should be inside by now.”<br /> Oh, how heavenly that sounded at the moment-- not that I would ever tell my father that. <br /> “Hey, Dad," tension elongated every syllable. I quickly stepped as far away from John as possible, taking in a deep breath of wonderfully untainted oxygen in the process.<br /> "I had a great time, John.” I awkwardly dodged his attempts at a hug and made my way to the door, sending my father a beatific grin as I past him in the doorway. My smile had nothing to do with the supposedly “great” time I had and everything to do with my new sense of appreciation for fresh air.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937370360556959577.post-18543978648337615572009-08-15T20:00:00.001-05:002009-08-15T20:02:31.930-05:00Lonely Hands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SodadYbx8DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/46T3_gQZo5M/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVsTnZO6dww/SodadYbx8DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/46T3_gQZo5M/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370360541484281906" /></a><br /><center><br /><br />Come, love, see my hands,<br />See how lonely they look<br />Without yours intertwined.<br /><br />I tried filling the gaps with <br />Flowers, baubles and things,<br />But they couldn’t survive the<br />Snowstorms of my mind.<br /></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3