October 2011
34 posts
Eyes Clenched Open
He sits with a cup, grasped tight in his hands
Pennies rattling softly with tin
And against the winter air
He stares, warmth missing from within.
With wrinkled skin and wispy, white hair
He sits so pensively
Upon this sidewalk, Boston bench
And towards him I walk, with head bent low,
And arms so close to me.
Before the man, so many pass,
Not sparing him a...
Crumbling, Rumbling Love
The rusty tracks sat below him, down a hill, and noticeably larger at this shorter distance. He was not used to this spot really, as his house sat on a surface above the railroad, and faced away from it. Who would want to watch trains on unkempt grass when they could enjoy the view of pleasant suburbia from the front porch of his home?
But that was the point, because here, he was alone.
Behind...
Rotten Words
Juice spilled all over my drawing, and I watched horrified as my delightfully green alien was surrounded by the yellowish force of the invading liquid on the paper.
“Ew” I said.
“Ewwww,” my small pigtailed friend echoed.
“Oh! Gosh, I really sorry, that just keeps happening, I’m really sorry, I’ll make you another I promise!”
His name was Danny, and this was the fourth time Danny had spilled some...
Acting
It wasn’t really just an old script.
Sprayed with age old doodles and dates, the book lay in all its glory amidst hundreds of other aged artifacts. Yet, with its nonchalant position, it contained the power to deceive. Upon looking at it, a distinct impression was given of complete unimportance, as if it was placed there by mistake. Its wrinkled, water stained pages appeared to have nothing as...
Generation Ours.
The glaze of our generation, reads across the impression of a nation
And as we sit behind our computer screens
They judge I think
And rather assume that our makeup is only that
Of those who smoke and drink:
Of those who swear and curse, and fail
To think beyond
LOL
ROTFL
LMAO,
Instead dabbling only in the time to laugh and be loud.
We are numbed by that bright white screen, they believe,
That...
Above Suburbia
Without my shoes,
My aching feet
Feel cold and vulnerable on this suburban street.
Alone, here, now as man does sleep
I stand gazing up at the universe’s deep
Deep language.
A myriad of twinkling, and a wide expanse of thought.
The complexity of cryptic language, so fully meaning wrought
The stars chatter and talk and whisper
And walk amongst themselves I think
And with each quiet wise old...
Audition Recognition
I had known the audition was coming for a long time. It was one of those annoying dates you remember for a long time after it passes, constantly recognizing it as potentially important, even when its significance had long since escaped.
November 11, 2007.
It’s been a bit since the actual date itself, but perhaps it’s the time before it, and my own personal mentality that made it so important to...
“Someday I’ll fly away, leave all this to...
When the din breaks,
And there is silence
I hear it:
The ticking of the clock,
The ticking of this heart of mine,
It thumps and it shakes,
My chest holding the mix of flesh, marble and mud—
Yet it may not be enough for this restless, angst filled thud.
Suddenly the little muscle knows,
That lying, napping, snoring,
In this room filled with clothes,
Is not enough.
And it struggles to...
Strong but Steady
Each second she changes
Pulled by the tides, she comes in and out
Carrying boats on her back.
And through the sun and the moon she is influenced
Her hot, burning pressure raises heat
While his cooling embrace brings strength
The very weather brings inconsistencies
And with it her surface changes
The, waves, once sure and steady, grow angry
As they crash down in new places
And with the clouds of...
Nicky
My dog’s dead.
Nicky’s dead.
He died, actually.
We had to put him down on Friday.
The cancer was everywhere.
He didn’t really have a chance.
Chemo would have put him through so much.
We made the decision to put him down.
In a matter of hours after we knew, he was gone.
“He’s gone.”
Tear flow. Loneliness ensues.
I never thought I could hurt so much, over a dog.
I wait for him to come to me when I...
That’s Haught
Amongst the crowd, his pale gray shirt
Goes drifting, bouncing back and forth, bored
Amongst their desperate, grasping, vain attempts to flirt
His face, so rude, so pretentious, so haughty, reminds them of a lord
Mighty and high
Attractive and soft
But he meets each smile with an exhausted sigh
As if, he can’t stand the smiling brunettes, so far aloft
He sits
Annoyed, so basically, by those who...
Ode to My Tie Dye, My Tie Dye Pants
Yes, dear stranger, you may stop and look at my pants.
You can marvel.
You can worship.
Just don’t wonder why it is that I dance.
For if you had pants as wonderful as these,
Wouldn’t you jump, and run, and skip just like me?
Of course, there were many before.
First, my plaid flannels,
Then there were my navy sweats
And my soft, fluffy, blues, color as deep as any sky.
But while you’re here I’ll...
Surely, I’d prefer to be bananas.
Surely now I will do it?
Surely now I will destroy your room?
My tantrum will send that shot glass collection
Smashing, clattering, and shattering to meet the hardwood.
Should I attack the laptop you love so much?
Explode the fish bowl I bought you?
-Complete with fish inside, who you have not fed for days-
And still,
Still, not feel satisfied as it flops there,
Gasping for air,
So tragically...
To be an adolescent foiled by waffles
In my stomach sits a brick,
My conviction is sixteen years thick
I will not move,
I will not plan ahead,
I will nap.
The fuzzy disposition,
Of these too warm pajama pants
Will hold me deep in slumber.
And here beneath my comforter
Under my pillow,
And below my sheets,
I will rest, away from you.
You who go by future
You who go by real life,
You cannot crack me here.
So send me a...
Two Best Friends
Two best friends, we laugh, possibilities thrown wide
A mother to a daughter, yet again and again
With ferocity we clash, never seeming to subside
But in those quiet, peaceful times, we move in stride.
A unified force, nothing dares to stop us then.
And two best friends we laugh, possibilities thrown wide.
Yet with one awful mutter, in response to a useless chide,
You ignite, and I...
Careful Face
We dwindle through these hard white walled halls
With careful Pace-
Analyzed face
And careful pace.
Each outfit, each image, each expression, each step
Measured out and checked
Bowed down by the constant threat of rejection
Amongst each other we stare...
A sitting army of twenty four
A sitting army of twenty four, we sit, divided in every opinion except one:
We don’t want to be here.
And while the air is cooler, and the breezes crisper, there’s still that feel that lazy lolling summer feeling of adventure, steeped within our skin.
Yet today, just minutes ago, we entered the doors of this confined establishment, and immersed ourselves in brick and paint and metal, and gone...
Roller Coaster Madness
Rising and falling
The coaster flew, our stomachs
Churning, my lunch returning,
And here I stand so far away,
Reflecting on that happy day
-Despite its accompanying nausea—
And as we flew, so high and free
The butterflies inside of me,
Went soaring with us too.
Again this sensation—
But this time much more strong,
As we sit outside the theater,
In a wide and anxious throng.
And reminded of that...
Far Away
Far Away there is a land, where giant trees sway
And a child’s greatest fears play.
Where goblins prattle.
Where Hemlocks straddle.
Hence the name of Neverland.
But the greatest fear here, is fear itself
For the greatest hope is to pull a joke
Or to tickle a smile, on some child’s face
3/6/05 (By: Little Fifth Grade me)
Ten Lucky Years
One path, so dark and empty stood I,
My father gone, and a world of black marching before my mother, brother and I.
The church and their condolences, the neighbors and their visits,
Would slowly dwindle by
And alone on a dark path I would rest,
A world of perspective changed.
The disease that grew inside him could have,
-Would have-
Been successful in its destruction
And I shiver to think, that...
A Bright White Pollution
I think maybe sometimes,
In the dark
I find myself incredibly capable of missing things
And here, in this place of quite repose
Faces spin past, and it is easier
To assume them nothing more
Than just a face
Pretty, ugly, average,
Nothing more
Each pair of eyes seems empty to me,
From this quite thoughtful world, I prefer to dwell.
But today, i am immersed in a bright
Violent
Caustic
...
Concert Concerto
A moving, pulsing energy snakes it way throw the pit
All who are in the area, I think, now stop and listen to it.
That carefully laid melody-
With that parallel percussion structure
And those lyrics-
So true-
So true to me and you,
Sing through this enormous space
And up above on stage they sing, and we listen to the vibrant pace
The words they speak, and the music they make
Moves in way into my...
Thurman, the gluttonous busdriver.
There once was a bus driver of students,
Who, after some time, found it was prudent,
Instead of purchasing himself a meal—
From passengers’ lunchboxes he’d rather steal.
Because bus drivers you see, must be so cheap,
It’s in carefully packed lunch boxes that he creeps
Of course, without this habit, he was sure-
Constant pizza and Chinese he’d endure
And what would you do if such an ill...
A Purple Light at the End of the Tunnel
When I stepped off the bus October 14 I fully admit to really, truly hoping and praying I’d be greeted by a sea of purple.
I was met by disappointment.
Sure there was purple here and there, but for the most part the world was robbed of that royal splendor and instead left muddle through the grays of Hollister, and the blues of Walpole’s Rebels. I don’t know what I had been hoping for, the spirit...
Dear Autumn,
The irony of all your joy grows expansive as your sky,
And yet in all that gray embrace, I joy to watch green leaves die.
With a whirling whistle of cold white winds
A rejuvenating gust bites at my shins,
Still exposed, vulnerable in my summer shorts.
The leaves do turn, lighting fire and releasing a crisping, crackling, crunching fulfilled yearn-
To jump along the foliage, and feel that cold...
Last Period
White washed walls and
Too bright light
Expo markers and limited sight
My attention flickers,
And my glasses go on-
Focus fails me once again.
Around the classroom objects lie,
And strewn so haphazardly,
They interest me
And with glazed eyes, I read
…The small warning on the window screen next to me:
An image of an oddly proportioned child falling out of a window
In front, the teacher...
Playing With Haicu!
The tide comes rising,
Its foamy depths return and
Here I stand alone.
Rank and foul,
The air tasted strongly of
The dark space beyond.
Like deep dark caverns
His eyes held no remorse-
So she sat, waiting.
My Metaphor
As a high soaring bird I fly
Each new thought stretching for an untold sky
My mind, a balloon drifts a float,
And making friends with the clouds and the rain,
Risks flying soaring back, to a rougher still terrain.
A dreamer I am, I child in an ocean I float
Unanchored and free,
in a shockingly real wooden boat.
An unread book, with wide open pages
My Mind is forced to restricting wages
With a...
Crystal, Marble and Glass
Written for a close friend (on the eve of her moving out) to cheer her up
With heavy sighs, and bored countenance Caroline observed the humble room surrounding her and her trusty laptop. She seemed to be located in the very highest tower of a lavish castle; a small location that had miraculously missed years of elaborate cleanings, and now lay in forgotten oblivion. Around her, in a rather...
Beauty’s Awkward Friend
She was beautiful in so many ways. But with her hair pulled tight back, and her shirt loose and shapeless, the beginning of a bra shone through, and she seemed to be aware of this. Her pants sagged, making any high school curves non-existent, and most prominent of all, her head hung low, and hips moving awkwardly back and forth, she walked consciously aware of each step, each noise, each...
Gunmen
The soft reflection of the boy in the window made her heart race: An old reaction, to a new target. Sighing she adjusted her gun against the railing, her watch read 10:15 pm, and glancing at it she inferred that the boy would not return to the window just yet. Spinning, she sat uncomfortably below the ledge of the roof, safely across the street from the boy’s window. Her breathe held itself...
First Lies
Eight years ago my life was filled with rules. Being a small child as I was, however, I preferred to consider these rules to be mere suggestions, rather than actual stipulations. It is because of this belief that I am often thought to have been a mischievous child, but in reality what small child doesn’t live in complete bliss from their lack of responsibility? Who doesn’t remember childhood...
Disco Inferno's Wrath
Her voice alone filled the entire auditorium with a shrill echo. She stood center stage, her back to the audience, wearing an expression that better suited a lion viewing its prey.
“Nobody cares about this performance but me! You’re all ruining the show. You want it to be bad? Huh?! Well as it is now, it will! No one talk! Yeah I’m talking to you Jessie! I see you talking while I’m talking!”
The...
Would living forever add meaning to...
We have such spectacularly short time on this earth- a statement of fact, and a statement that arguably creates our entire agenda in this life: the idea that it soon will end. To know that any second we could die, and that any moment could be our last- that each bit of potential could be snuffed out indomitably around any corner- isn’t that what gives life its traits, and causes us to act the way...