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SUBJECT #300 (Part 2) Andi fell to the ground. Hard. She whined and curled into herself. Her back and shoulder felt as if they had been jammed into each other and she could already feel a bruise forming on the side of her chest.
She draped an arm over her face to block the harsh sunlight. But it also blocked air flow and she immediately inhaled a large amount of dirt and dust. Sputtering, she sat up; decidedly the only safe way to position herself. The harsh movements racked her sore spots and her eyes zapped open, on the brink of tears, from pain.
Andi tugged uncomfortably at the clothes she was wearing, her blouse was a grey long sleeved t-shirt, covered by a black hooded vest; they were both durable, ready for wear and tear. Her pants were a light brown color, the material was thick, heavy duty with many pockets. The shoes she wore
The EarthI love the snow, capping you like a hat
I love the rain, like a shower I wish it would wash the grime away
I love the ocean, like a small puppy it licks your face
The trees are your hair
The Antarctic is your feet
The cities are your teeth
The ground is my gold, so rich
The sun is my God, life endearing
The rivers are my wells, sweet water
The planets are my Aunts and Uncles
The Sun is my Father
You are my Mother
The Broken PenThis broken pen will write the words
All by itself
Inking through all the pages
Dripping down my thumb
The strokes so beautiful
Will turn this page alight
Drifting over the lines
Sinking into the crease
Pages torn madly away
Mend back with black stitch
Years of notes, of friend's names
And finally done
So I close the black notebook
And begin again
In white chalk
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
The Black CatThe alley cat
A stranger to all
Wants only to mind his business
When he walks the streets
All he searches for is his next meal
He feels a leg
And a child falls and cries
The mother takes her annoyance out
By kicking the animal
The stray cat
Is given no love
He can press his face
Against anyone he wants to
And still have no affection in return
Ere he knows
A man he follows
Begins to fight another about
Who is blind or idiotic
And then speak with their fists
The little cat
Fragile like glass
Has the world against him
He can act as he sees fit
But continues to seem to err
Someone shoves him onto the road
Only for him to survive
For the machine that could have taken him
Collided with another
The black cat
Was only misunderstood
I saw him ev'rytime I walked
To my favourite venue
Then I learned his one day at a shelter
Where he was killed without question
Shame on all of you
All he wanted
Was what we give each other
Good-bye, dear friend
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
intentyou didnt mean that
dont say things you dont mean
things like that
theyll catch up to you
your heart isnt the only one hurting
so dont try to hurt another
its probably already been done
but it still hurts
you meant it?
i dont think you did
you wouldnt mean something like that
you wouldnt feel something like that
how could you say something like that
you loved her
i still do
i know it didnt work out
it ended pretty badly actually
to be honest id hate to be you right about now
but dont just
pass that onto someone else
that horrible feeling
is it only mine?
what do you mean its her fault?
are you listening to yourself?
you sound like an idiot
a cruel idiot
why would you say that
where is your heart
look what youve done
look what youve caused
this didnt have to happen
it didnt have to be like this
it didnt have to end like this
things could have been different
As I lie upon my bed
Trying to forget a conflict not demanded
Listening to music to relax my mind
With my lover at my side
For one second I closed my eyes to slumber
And my mind drifted to things it remembered
To forget a problem it could not understand
It seemed that more than one voice was speaking
But I could not place them, even one
They spoke of things from beyond my time
Of mythical objects larger than the African elephant
Creatures with strange names and stranger shapes*
Of lost cities under the ocean
Wherein those strange creatures dwelt
I sat listening and began to shudder
For one voice was deeper than the others
And it warned of the revival
Of things existent long before man evolved
The line between life,
is quite thin.
They both steal moments,
from your precious soul.
And allow time to tick,
Life's first plaintive cry,
was stolen from death.
We were all never to breathe,
Humanity had to strike his hand,
for him to lose grasp.
still in slumber,
into the rough hold of life.
It is then,
from our once eternal slumber.
We draw our first breath,
Unlike Death's sweet embrace,
Life's is rough and painful.
We jump from her,
to run back to a sweet embrace.
we see Death as he looms.
he hushes our breath,
stills our tongue,
and closes our eyes.
And we sleep.
I love you
I know at times we have not been close
But I am glad that we are getting closer
I know that you have gone through a lot of stuff but I just wanted to tell you that I am proud of you that you got the courage to do what you had to do
I am glad that you are finally happy
I love you
You are not a loneHey you
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You may be going through some hard shit and you think no one in the world is going through some hard times
But I bet if you ask anyone they have gone through the same thing or maybe worse
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You do not have to go down a road that I went through
Don't pick up that bottle or the pills Don't use a razor or think of suicidal
Right now you might think that no one will give a fuck if you take your own life
But I bet plenty of people will care even if they do not act like it
I just wanted to let you know that you are not a lone
It will get better I promise might take a while but it will
It might also get worse but it will always get better
You are not a lone
A kick in the headYou blossomed into a flower - a small and frail flower.
You were a nice flower, I guess; I've seen prettier.
But you had such a simple, plain pattern
That it was almost refreshing to see you.
You captured sunshine for the first time.
You sung a little tune each day
(even though you were practically tone deaf).
I didn't mind though; you were happy.
Time seemed so painfully ethereal
You wilted and bled into the dirt.
Digging down exponentially to where you thought you belonged.
You swear to yourself to never see light again
Because its loss hurt more than staying in the dark.
The SleepShe meandered into the bitter room, bushed as typical by an extensive day’s drudgery.
The latest of the fall’s cicadas twittered from the lively oak in her yard.
She fastened the window, red hangings relaxing to a stationary posture.
She transferred into her night attire, slack, silky.
Turned out the light.
And plunged into the crisp white.
Embraced by the pristine coverlets.
Enfolded into the feathery bedspreads.
Immersed by a downy pillow.
Drown from the tired imaginings of obsolete.
All in zeal to begin over tomorrow.
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