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Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Giving her the chance to be happy is The Violet..
As her willow melt with the wind
dripping it's wet leaves against my cheek
The ice shivers down into
My earth,
My happiness,
My soil,
My feet.
Leaving my roots frozen. I am sculpted.
dripping it's wet leaves against my cheek
The ice shivers down into
My earth,
My happiness,
My soil,
My feet.
Leaving my roots frozen. I am sculpted.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Snow Carol
She walked
into the falling snow and felt
elated by the music made.
As though she was falling herself,
with each step she sunk higher into the ground.
From a cadence only she can hear.
Every crunch her ball and toe made
she drowned
just a bit more than usual. It sent shivers
up the calf
passing inner thighs and torso
crossing mounds and valleys stopping just at
her ears.
She wanted to extol the notes she heard
into the wind
for all to know.
But usually if one is not pleading for help
people tend to become impatient with
you.
Oh! I am so sorry
I didnt know you were running late, even so do you
fancy a listen to the snow with me?
Doubt anyone could recognize
any sound beside melancholy and helplessness
or
melancholy and bitterness
or
melancholy and melancholy
anyways.
Not that she minded much, poor bastards dont know
what they're missing.
The thought actually tickled her throat
and she embraced the furtive song only
she could hear
in between each fallen but uplifting note.
into the falling snow and felt
elated by the music made.
As though she was falling herself,
with each step she sunk higher into the ground.
From a cadence only she can hear.
Every crunch her ball and toe made
she drowned
just a bit more than usual. It sent shivers
up the calf
passing inner thighs and torso
crossing mounds and valleys stopping just at
her ears.
She wanted to extol the notes she heard
into the wind
for all to know.
But usually if one is not pleading for help
people tend to become impatient with
you.
Oh! I am so sorry
I didnt know you were running late, even so do you
fancy a listen to the snow with me?
Doubt anyone could recognize
any sound beside melancholy and helplessness
or
melancholy and bitterness
or
melancholy and melancholy
anyways.
Not that she minded much, poor bastards dont know
what they're missing.
The thought actually tickled her throat
and she embraced the furtive song only
she could hear
in between each fallen but uplifting note.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The warm weather didn't last. Good, I don't like the warmth and pleasantness of a sunny day in the middle of Autumn. It throws me off balance and makes my world tilt.
One of the few things I like about living here, in hoodyland is that I get the joy of experiencing all 4 seasons to the fullest. Seasonal affective disorder becomes my best fucking friend.
One of the few things I like about living here, in hoodyland is that I get the joy of experiencing all 4 seasons to the fullest. Seasonal affective disorder becomes my best fucking friend.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Spring Fever unfinished
(cough, cough)
She is poisonous
to insects and birds.
Pesticide dipped berries
they tried to tell me
(cough, cough)
But her face was a garden that had me blossoming.
And I couldn’t shade away
as she melted out of her fur for me with slow
seasoned eases
And sprinkled my lawn with the seeds of black roses.
Now, I am in too deep to be uprooted.
(cough, cough)
She is poisonous
to insects and birds.
Pesticide dipped berries
they tried to tell me
(cough, cough)
But her face was a garden that had me blossoming.
And I couldn’t shade away
as she melted out of her fur for me with slow
seasoned eases
And sprinkled my lawn with the seeds of black roses.
Now, I am in too deep to be uprooted.
(cough, cough)
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Bug at first sight
Repost of flirt in white dress
I was suddenly rooted in place because I saw that spring
has raked in a new budding interests in the form of Mrs. Ladybug.
My attention was on her black face and red dress
black pumps and red nails as she sat in the sun
drinking nectar tea. Showing vine spreading hips and
floating down breast shaped leaves.
She sprinkled a shy watery smile toward me
when I was thirsty for the whole watering can.
Humming while talking, my ladybug sent dirty messages through a love bird’s song
and it transformed me from a fiery spice into a dull potato.
Weeding and raking away of vermin and pesticides is needed at the head of the flowerbed, And maybe a fresh down pour of rain, or three.
I was suddenly rooted in place because I saw that spring
has raked in a new budding interests in the form of Mrs. Ladybug.
My attention was on her black face and red dress
black pumps and red nails as she sat in the sun
drinking nectar tea. Showing vine spreading hips and
floating down breast shaped leaves.
She sprinkled a shy watery smile toward me
when I was thirsty for the whole watering can.
Humming while talking, my ladybug sent dirty messages through a love bird’s song
and it transformed me from a fiery spice into a dull potato.
Weeding and raking away of vermin and pesticides is needed at the head of the flowerbed, And maybe a fresh down pour of rain, or three.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Drip drops
Sometimes love is not magical.
Sometimes it melts,
just as her skin drips,
just as her heart drips,
just as swift tears keeps running
for days and days.
Seasons passing by.
New windows are being opened to change.
And yet her body is feeling so cold.
Thank God for new flesh and new faces.
We make life so complicated
just by standing in the rain.
Wishing for God to do the work for us.
To please wash away the pain.
But God is not listening.
Nor is he taking a piss.
She is stepping out of herself and
taking at good look at how pathetic, she once felt.
Now aware that love is not magical.
Some times it just melts.
And keep melting till there is nothing left but the rain.
Sometimes it melts,
just as her skin drips,
just as her heart drips,
just as swift tears keeps running
for days and days.
Seasons passing by.
New windows are being opened to change.
And yet her body is feeling so cold.
Thank God for new flesh and new faces.
We make life so complicated
just by standing in the rain.
Wishing for God to do the work for us.
To please wash away the pain.
But God is not listening.
Nor is he taking a piss.
She is stepping out of herself and
taking at good look at how pathetic, she once felt.
Now aware that love is not magical.
Some times it just melts.
And keep melting till there is nothing left but the rain.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Winter asylums
Crazy People Poetry
Winter passed his trials on to her and listened as the sorrows of such a gift echoed off her mental walls. She hid in padded rooms and was warmed by a cozy straight jacket.
Spring was the fence that needed to be jumped in order to escape to freedom. Clusters of busy days narrowed in fast, taking her hostage but she wouldnt give in to cold demands. For she planned, when mayday come to run.
But she ran, that night instead.
Ripped skin hung off barbed wires and blood trailed down criss-cross metal. She ignored the red on her hands and blistered on her feet. She ran and ran and kept on running. Till she died of hypothermia.
Winter passed his trials on to her and listened as the sorrows of such a gift echoed off her mental walls. She hid in padded rooms and was warmed by a cozy straight jacket.
Spring was the fence that needed to be jumped in order to escape to freedom. Clusters of busy days narrowed in fast, taking her hostage but she wouldnt give in to cold demands. For she planned, when mayday come to run.
But she ran, that night instead.
Ripped skin hung off barbed wires and blood trailed down criss-cross metal. She ignored the red on her hands and blistered on her feet. She ran and ran and kept on running. Till she died of hypothermia.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
A Dandelion for My Mother
How I loved those spiky suns,
rooted stubborn as childhood
in the grass, tough as the farmer’s
big-headed children—the mats
of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe.
How sturdy they were and how
slowly they turned themselves
into galaxies, domes of ghost stars
barely visible by day, pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems. Like you.
Like you, in the end. If you were here,
I’d pluck this trembling globe to show
how beautiful a thing can be
a breath will tear away.
Jean Nordhaus
rooted stubborn as childhood
in the grass, tough as the farmer’s
big-headed children—the mats
of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe.
How sturdy they were and how
slowly they turned themselves
into galaxies, domes of ghost stars
barely visible by day, pale
cerebrums clinging to life
on tough green stems. Like you.
Like you, in the end. If you were here,
I’d pluck this trembling globe to show
how beautiful a thing can be
a breath will tear away.
Jean Nordhaus
Friday, March 5, 2010
Unrecognizable
Winter doesn't know me anymore. I think I have been here for far too long and she no longer remembers her face. Flash of warmth calls my name it pricks my frustrations with little poke.
I wanted to taste it all. To feel how something besides restlessness go down her throat for once. Have I already lost my mind in the clouds? Tomorrow will come today and then we will see, if I come back down.
I wanted to taste it all. To feel how something besides restlessness go down her throat for once. Have I already lost my mind in the clouds? Tomorrow will come today and then we will see, if I come back down.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
March 2nd
The snow is melting and there is not a cloud to be seen in the sky. At this moment, she is in the mist of another change. People go through a period of change every 7 years, and she is at the peak of her transformation.
Everything is slowing down. Adventures that once defined her life no longer seemed appealing. No longer is she in a hurry. She is looking forward to the outcome. What skin will she be wearing, what color eyes will she be looking out of, and what would her voice sound like?
Today is a good day. She hopes it last for a while.
Everything is slowing down. Adventures that once defined her life no longer seemed appealing. No longer is she in a hurry. She is looking forward to the outcome. What skin will she be wearing, what color eyes will she be looking out of, and what would her voice sound like?
Today is a good day. She hopes it last for a while.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
One night stand, a cold fuck
Summer days missed her and winter stay pissing her off. Never had she longed so strongly for something so insigificant as the warmth of a 2 o'clock afternoon. She spat in Frost's white face and sneered a pretty look at Jack as he applaude and pats himself on the back.
Misery was his favortie game. And he was winning.
This season raped her. The calm of the still snow was not paralle to her inner turmoil and conflict. She was cold inside her skin. Biting wind penatrating without at least a kiss goodbye or a tip on the night stand. It ate away at her energy and made her sleep in anger, not in peace.
Misery was his favortie game. And he was winning.
This season raped her. The calm of the still snow was not paralle to her inner turmoil and conflict. She was cold inside her skin. Biting wind penatrating without at least a kiss goodbye or a tip on the night stand. It ate away at her energy and made her sleep in anger, not in peace.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Time
She died last night. Or was it this morning? The headache knocking at her skull says it was yesterday evening. With an inhale and a swallow she knew she was dreaming.
Her head is in mourning because of it. Every second was ticking a minute faster than it should. She tried to hang on to the praying hands when they came together at midnight up high and six thirty below. By this time the slurring made it hard for her to be understood.
What was the point of waiting when all she had to do was blink. Patterns of the drifting leaves looked that same as they did last fall. Blink. The wind smell the same. Like dead grass.
Was she asleep?
Her head is in mourning because of it. Every second was ticking a minute faster than it should. She tried to hang on to the praying hands when they came together at midnight up high and six thirty below. By this time the slurring made it hard for her to be understood.
What was the point of waiting when all she had to do was blink. Patterns of the drifting leaves looked that same as they did last fall. Blink. The wind smell the same. Like dead grass.
Was she asleep?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Rain
Her rain dripping down slowly
Drip.By.Drip.By.Drip.
Seeping inside was only the beginning
As she floated away hidden past
Adsorbing betrayals, a sea so wide and vast
Consuming beyond maximum limit
Drinking in the lust of lush that never quit
Filling ones being fully
Drip...By...Drip
Poisoning slowly
Drip.By.Drip.By.Drip.
Seeping inside was only the beginning
As she floated away hidden past
Adsorbing betrayals, a sea so wide and vast
Consuming beyond maximum limit
Drinking in the lust of lush that never quit
Filling ones being fully
Drip...By...Drip
Poisoning slowly
Friday, May 8, 2009
Seasonal love
In the morning hues of the wakening day
Sweet yellow mist, coats the spring air
Love caresses my skin, her gentle way
And kisses my cheek, May's love declare
Now you are lost on your way
Wait for me, my cool spring light
Dancing in the mist in amorous sway
Until I come with the warm summer nights
Sweet yellow mist, coats the spring air
Love caresses my skin, her gentle way
And kisses my cheek, May's love declare
Now you are lost on your way
Wait for me, my cool spring light
Dancing in the mist in amorous sway
Until I come with the warm summer nights