far below me lies
a river too deep to swim
it snakes all around me
and beckons me in
I reach for the branches
but, snapping, they fall too
and suddenly I realize
that I’m flying for you
the rapids, they squeeze me
and siphon my strength
the bitter chill of the water
testing my faith
somehow the branches
they keep me from death
and give me a chance at
a new kind of breath
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in West Virginia on way to Florida.).
bunchcut clumps of frozen roses
bundled tight with severed hoses
lay at rest beside a broken/wingèd
horse upon a token
buried deep beneath a well
somewhere in its wat’ry cell
reflects a beam of fortune calling
stalling, standing ten feet tall
against the wall, much to bestow
a tiny glist’ning, far below
in a note of candid calling
bawling of an issue, wrote
what comes as coming standard
wish you naught a fret, refraining gloat
a stubborn goat, a sour day’s bet
will ‘ere the morning hour be met
and call you shall with all in hues
this blinded, baited, blessèd news
Copyright L.M. 2007.
I couldn’t stretch it
it began furtively
the weasel of a creature
stitching disaster with a golden flare
dancing brushstrokes in the air
stepping lightly
flooding slow
a prick to welcome
boring deep within
each layer, each flaking level
it could be cruel
but I’m sure this isn’t new
I know the tracks
and paint the country with pleasure
still be the train, upon them all
useless and crumbling
but ever so mighty
bending light with each day
crowding this heaven-sent boundary
to a cradle beneath
somehow immersed in everything
so carbon me
make me realistic
drawn and painted and sung
compose me your morals
stand with posture perfect
gripping ledges
haphazard leaping
and suddenly —
you see it too
so change it all, and harbour no chain
abandon weight, for I can help you fly
Finished: 8:28 a.m., Wednesday, December 5th, 2007.
how must it be?
yielded to the raw
yielded to the deep
bowing slender in her frame
from misty claims of soulful keep
to fending fading lover’s leap
hassled adoration?
surely no one caves
surely no one dives
bending slender in my frame
not as so where she arrives
dares hopeful path she contrives
a time should be free?
it’s allowed to be raw
it’s allowed to be deep
blending slender in our frames
my misty hopes of soulful keep
tumble toward her horseshoed heap
Copyright L.M. 2007.
“you don’t know me,
and you don’t even care”
breath is disappearing
somewhere deep inside of me
somewhere numb and bleeding
there’s a whole lung gone
I knew I couldn’t be wrong
and now I die inside
wondering wondering why
the birds are circling
they knew all along
a poor idiot like me
was sure to be a target
so spare me my excellence
spare me my time
just spare me
I liked it when I was young
innocence was fine
nothing expected of me
and I upstaged life
but when did the stage fall
when did I lose hope
when will I breathe again
please, let me breathe again
please let me be
me
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written a couple months ago, quote from Augustana’s song “Boston”. don’t worry, I know the poem isn’t good haha).
Here are some clips of things I saved looooooooong ago.
sleepy sleepy quiet and weepy
wand’ring, floating over land
turn me o’er so you can’t see me
i don’t think you’d understand
My horns have shifted still I hold my head up where are you my angel whose smile lifts me up..i need you but i don’t need anyone
i’d like a pancake pillow upon which i’d sleep, to silence the sizzle with rest in the deep [this was initiated because I’d often thought pancakes would make great pillows…..]
from the boy who wonders to the man who thinks and a father who knows…..
to the man who snuggles with a dream when in reality grasps only a wrinkled sheet
it’s all about the ducks. except the part that’s all about the sea turtles.
when my cat is staring at my coat, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the powerbar cord an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the bare wall an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
how I love my half orange. Almost as much as my little fluffy thing. Almost as much as my magic mouse. [??!!]
knowledge sought on the subject of that which is disliked yields a greater appreciation of life
ahh to be a jangling bag of body parts….. [again: ??!!]
neko o tabemasu! taihen oishii desu!
a lost crumpet in a sea full of breadstuff [followed by:]
i think that metaphor was more complicated than it was worth…..! [haha]
i’m a sexy vixen ;)….. and I just fell down the stairs.
darn you, Glosette raisins! you will single-handedly beat my will-power to bits….. very yummy, chocolatey, raisiny bits….. [my weakness is chocolate, so sue me! ha]
seeding started: check. litterbox cleaned: check. shower: check. studying: ….. what do you think?
fast/junk food diet: check. extra 10 pounds from procrastinating: priceless.
note to tummy: please stop craving cinnaparts when you are stuffed and hurty
I held a shell up to the Sun
brushed away the hardened sand
sending light into the water
and I was calm
I took a flower in my hand
let the dew drip from the petals
into my open palm
and I was calm
So there you have it…… an amalgamation of random notes, messages, insights, outsights. haha
I’m not entirely sure why I decided to do this, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. Well, there you go!
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