Today I See...: December 13, 2009

A Fine Gentleman

you tormentor, you thief, you

swindler of precious (crimson) rubies, whose

lips you lick, still moist (still juicy)

and stained (sweet) red with my Wine (not

a cheap wine a rare vintage cabernet)

you make an audience

with the chancellor

and growl (rumbling, snarling, basal) your final soliloquy

(a one-way monologue) with words like

love songs (like lies)

and clench in your (soft, smooth) paw (on my cheek)

a beating (crimson)

breathing (juicy)

living (sweet, ruby red)

heart

The World

The World is a rock
with a tree whose roots
dig deep into the tiniest crevice
to quench a single parched leaf
squeezed dry by
the persistent O Holy Sun.
The World is a heartbeat
a single heartbeat in the ribcage
of a hibernating creature
nameless
ageless
waiting dormant
in the cold, wet earth
while overhead the snows of Winter wage war
on the freezing ground,
just striving
for a millisecond more
of life.

We Don't.

It is shameless how we flirt
without desire
and we love
without love
and we share
without the desire to give or recieve
it is pointless how we smile
how we laugh
how we joke
how we speak
and never look
or respond
or react
or listen
it is beautiful how we don't
notice
care
need
want
appreciate
love.

10:28, 12/18

this hour is

sacred, this minute is holy, this da

y is a relic, an i

dol to the heart of me, i.

A Second of Sweet

A second of Sweet.
A burn.
Fragrant embers
sliding down my
thirsty tongue.
You engulf my tastes,
and sting my lungs,
and quench my thirst,
all in one.
Your fire you keep
in caramel-brown glass.
You keep your burn a secret-
through smell and touch
I cannot detect
the bite, the flame, the glowing liquid coal
which slithers past my
parched, gasping lips.

A second of Sweet...

Braille

I carved for you

a story in Braille

in the soft skin

on the back of his shoulder.

You can feel every time

he holds you like he held me,

and remember a time long past

when his Passion (Only now
I know it was shared)

went up my spine

through my

finger

nai

ls

Don't Blink

Your eyes don't shine too

brightly; never like pearls,

but they stay true.

Sanded down and stripped of their sparkle

like frosted glass in the Wintertime,

you can see the reality in a glance,

the mortality in a stare,

the abnormality in a wink sent secretly

across the room -

A postcard of truth, with

no poet's festoon to complicate,

but just enough -

oh boy - you reflect

what you see and it is

beauty.

Detained

ten brown chickens

laid ten brown eggs

ten brown chickens

in a cage

ten feet long

ten inches wide

ten bored chickens

and nowhere to hide.

ten chickens stumble, ten chickens blunder

until atrophied legs get folded neatly under

twenty clipped wings

ten clipped beaks

and that's where they sit for weeks and weeks.

a little longer

Can I lie here? Just

a little longer

my head is too heavy

the Smoke is

so sweet on my lips

and on yours.

In Honor of Hester

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ait for

a little

while yes?

Birthday!!

I turned 18! hooray! And I am here reporting to you now from my new laptop, sporting my new fancy nose piercing, and I am LEGAL!

There is the nose stud. It is perty!

This is my present from Paige, which I recieved first period. It consists of a piece of cake, a bottle of soy sauce, a frilly bra, a thong/garter belt, and a lot of condoms. The bag of cookies is from Meghan.