Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
Although I carry memories,
portraits will never be able to fit.
Firefly summer twilight in the clearing
behind my childhood home, listening to your boyhood tales.
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
Six months became five years
Ravenging... Receding...Reappearing in different form
My portrait will never be able to fit
Anywhere you went, I was there
until your last month, your last January
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
I did not say goodbye before you left.
My last words, "see you later", were not true
Your portrait will never be able to fit
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Unconnected Connections
Jiggly Jell-O is what I desire.
Uncommon it is not, the blue which lies in a child's eye
Like Spring on the verge of Summer is temperate
Icy, white fur of a kitten would be nice to have
Edible it is most certainly not….green lima beans.
The hobbit Frodo, an interesting lad; quite un-hobbit like, adventuring across Middle Earth
Unusual collection of pictures of Gaians memories kept of internet time.
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket
Rarely does my mind wander far from July when he and I became a couple
Instead of a plain title of a book of my life, call it "A Day in the Life of a Ring Bearer."
Eclipse shadowed September,
moisture settled on the grass
after a moonlit storm.
The cemetery lay just over the hill near Kindred Village.
a sanctuary to the lone magpie,
who made his home in a pile of dust.
The flaming sky had ruined his delicate utopia.
His innocence sunk
with the whirlpool that descended.
A single feather remains
at the threshold of an onyx gravemarker,
a pupil of a hard-learned lesson.
depression overwhelming,
like hurricane waves breaking
upon the shores of a desolate beach.
I long to free you from this ache
Like Novocain
But I would only deaden it briefly
sinking sand strewn about
like mouse traps in a cartoon room
drowning, choking on the small particles grown large.
The breath of life is what I want to be for you
But I cannot continue CPR
To someone who is already dead.
Shell,
your color betrays you.
Brown as honey
dripping from a freshly plucked
comb of a nest of bees.
Sprial,
you shape
the nest thrums
daily commuters
buzzing busy
too involved to notice
the spring breeze
which offers to take
away the stale smell
like a winter that has lingered,
blustered for far too long.
Instead move along smoothly,
avoid going the wrong way
that feels like falling down the stairs
in the dark at whose threshold
begins a new way of thinking.
Dearest Daddy
Donor of life
Watch your children
Live without you
As they have always done.
Lord of the manor
The remote as your scepter
Barking out your princely orders,
Deserting your kingdom,
Destroying hopes and dreams.
You are the same
In death, in life,
Never a father when needed,
But forever remembered
As Daddy.
It was a quiet night at the tavern that stood so close to the forest that it was primarily that place where warriors, assassins, and cutthroats gathered. But after my first visit here, it quickly became my home away from home in the evenings; me, Mei Starrhaven one of the high priestesses from the Temple of Rai. Now, I know what you're thinking, what's a sweet, innocent, white mage of a priestess doing consorting with these villains? Well, that's easy, the food is marvelous and the company isn't all evil.
"Earth to Mei! Come in please!"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Song!" I smiled happily as my friend took h
I felt the presence of someone standing in the doorway of my room. They were soon joined by someone else who spoke of waking me up. That would be my uncle, God forbid that I should be able to sleep for a little while longer. "No, let her sleep," came the voice of reason from my aunt, "she's had a hard past few days."
I stirred slightly, covering the side of my face with my thick, fuzzy blanket as I turned to face the way and lay on my side. Thankfully, this produced the desired effect; they left my door way out of fear of waking me. Too bad I was already awake, I had been for hours. In the darkness that
Escaping the coma
Four years have passed
The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
Revenge my all-consuming thought
My legs linger in entropy
Escaping the coma
"Wiggle your big toe," my mind screams
Thirteen hours later I stand
To seek out the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
O-Ren Ishii, Yakuza Queen
My Honsou steel took your head
Escaping the coma
Bill has it comin'
The planned attack
Of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
I will kill them all for their betrayal,
The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
My hands stained by their dripping blood
Escaping the coma
Dearest Daddy,
donor of life
in the ground so hard
and cold.
Watch your children
live without you
as they have always done.
You are the same
in death, in life,
never a father when needed,
but forever remembered
as Daddy.
We noticed that just before Christmas he had not been going to work. We thought it nothing, the slacker always felt himself too princely for a menial task as providing for his family. It was also around this time that the great beast within him snarled ferociously whenever we'd so much as step on a creaky, old board.
Momma finally got him to see a doctor after finding the he had only been growling like a wounded animal. The doctor told my parents that an all-consuming parasite had taken up residence in my father's lungs. The diagnosis was bleak for the cancer was set to run its course in half to a full flip of the calendar.
A week after the
I stumble across a shell
On my journey through the sand,
Its sandy hue a camouflage
I curse as it stabs my toe.
I take the shell back to my towel,
Where I open a bag of chips
It strikes me then that the shell is as
Ridged as my ruffled snack.
I lay back on my towel
Holding the shell close to my face
Inspecting it closer as a breeze drifts by
Smells like the musty tome within my bag.
The book I read is fantasy
Mythical creatures abound
It occurs to me then that the shell
Is the horn of a magical, snowy, unicorn.
Further on my book does read
Of heroic adventure abroad
That is when the shell is as
The spire of an ancient cast
That night was so ravaged by storms that I would have sworn that Zeus himself was throwing down all the thunderbolts that he had on Mt. Olympus. I had never seen the sky so alight at night, even though I lived in the city. And as fascinated as I was by the storms, I could help but whimper and snuggle further into my large acrylic blanket; the only consoling thing I could find because the storm had delayed my family's return for a while.
I hated being in the house all by myself. I kept being reminded of every horror movie that I had ever seen. How come the cliché of all those movies had to be that the killer
Escaping the coma
Four years have passed
The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
Revenge my all-consuming thought
My legs linger in entropy
Escaping the coma
"Wiggle your big toe," my mind screams
Thirteen hours later I stand
To seek out the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
O-Ren Ishii, Yakuza Queen
My Honsou steel took your head
Escaping the coma
Bill has it comin'
The planned attack
Of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
I will kill them all for their betrayal,
The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad
My hands stained by their dripping blood
Escaping the coma
I felt the presence of someone standing in the doorway of my room. They were soon joined by someone else who spoke of waking me up. That would be my uncle, God forbid that I should be able to sleep for a little while longer. "No, let her sleep," came the voice of reason from my aunt, "she's had a hard past few days."
I stirred slightly, covering the side of my face with my thick, fuzzy blanket as I turned to face the way and lay on my side. Thankfully, this produced the desired effect; they left my door way out of fear of waking me. Too bad I was already awake, I had been for hours. In the darkness that
It was a quiet night at the tavern that stood so close to the forest that it was primarily that place where warriors, assassins, and cutthroats gathered. But after my first visit here, it quickly became my home away from home in the evenings; me, Mei Starrhaven one of the high priestesses from the Temple of Rai. Now, I know what you're thinking, what's a sweet, innocent, white mage of a priestess doing consorting with these villains? Well, that's easy, the food is marvelous and the company isn't all evil.
"Earth to Mei! Come in please!"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Song!" I smiled happily as my friend took h
Dearest Daddy
Donor of life
Watch your children
Live without you
As they have always done.
Lord of the manor
The remote as your scepter
Barking out your princely orders,
Deserting your kingdom,
Destroying hopes and dreams.
You are the same
In death, in life,
Never a father when needed,
But forever remembered
As Daddy.
Shell,
your color betrays you.
Brown as honey
dripping from a freshly plucked
comb of a nest of bees.
Sprial,
you shape
the nest thrums
daily commuters
buzzing busy
too involved to notice
the spring breeze
which offers to take
away the stale smell
like a winter that has lingered,
blustered for far too long.
Instead move along smoothly,
avoid going the wrong way
that feels like falling down the stairs
in the dark at whose threshold
begins a new way of thinking.
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
Although I carry memories,
portraits will never be able to fit.
Firefly summer twilight in the clearing
behind my childhood home, listening to your boyhood tales.
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
Six months became five years
Ravenging... Receding...Reappearing in different form
My portrait will never be able to fit
Anywhere you went, I was there
until your last month, your last January
Remember, when you can, call me Empty Locket.
I did not say goodbye before you left.
My last words, "see you later", were not true
Your portrait will never be able to fit
Under
Current Residence: Somewhere in the void Favourite genre of music: rock/alternative of the 90s Favourite cartoon character: Sylphiel Personal Quote: And so, the lion fell in love with the lamb... What a stupid lamb.... What a sick, masochistic lion.
I shall attempt to use DA to plot out my novel. Yes, I am attempting to write one. Please, if you would, give constructive criticism on any part of the novel I post as I will be taking them into heavy consideration along my path.
Just to let you know... I will be updating more often. I am taking a poetry course and shall be posting all the poems I write here as I did for my creative writing class.
Boredom has led to much weirder things than my having written a poem. Actually I was thinking about this one a couple days ago and the words suddenly appeared this morning. How's that for weird?