Two Pairs of Shoes

Two Pairs of Shoes

They can look for us
but they won't have much luck
Two pairs of shoes abandoned on the shore
as we go and swim in the flood
wading through mud in fields of future wheat
that will be golden after spring rains and summer heat
Grab a stone and try to skip it
as it ricochets off the surface of the waters
Follow the ripples that propagate
the peaks and valleys ever spreading outwards
destroying the calm that was

What was that? I dunno. Peace out.

The Winds

The Winds

I wait for the wind
in this golden afternoon
trying to ignore
the darkening skies
the omen of the evening approaching

I wait for the strong South winds
to pick up around me
and cause waves to form
They are my only chance
to reach the high water mark
of last spring

I wait
and know that summer is already coming
She won't be the one I love for much longer
as the winds change with the seasons
and my urge to run grows stronger
The summer and autumn may end up being nice
but the inevitable North winds will come
and our love will turn to ice

Not really sure what that was about, but there's nothing like a good crappy Smallville episode to inspire me to write something. I feel the winds are changing. Peace out.

My Space

My Space

I hide a gift for the sun
in my pocket
to tempt it to come out
from behind the clouds on this gray morning
of sore throats and head aches

I long for the sun to show its face
to dry the puddles and light my space
as I clean out the mementos
that I save in the corners of my mind
that I've hid to protect them from the ravages of time
and the temptation to forget
the sound of your voice
the shirt you were wearing
and whether or not I had my shoes on.

Hahaha, I don't know where I was going with today's piece so I think it ended up pretty strange. I might do one or two more in this series but I already have been finding it difficult to think of ideas for it. I didn't intend on making this piece a part of the series until it hit me mid thought. Oh well. Peace out.

Twitter

Twitter

My heart was racing

and all a twitter.

How can it be possible to be lost

after finding out the truth?

How do I fight the need to become bitter?

We get distracted by such trivial fare

running around putting out fires

ignoring the one burning desire

to be found

and lost in an other.

I've severed our ties

and the roads are washed out from the flood.

I tried to brave the waters that cover the fields

but I return after a failed attempt covered in mud

and wonder what you're doing right now.

... and I hope you tell me in 140 characters or less.  Trying something different for my next series.  I think it will be interesting how I work in the next few pieces.  I can't wait to not have to think about flooding.  Peace out.

Flicker

Flicker

The high pressure system
keeps the night air clear
The stars flicker in and out
as pockets of cloud and pollution obstruct our view
They flicker like me and you
bright one day and gone the next
as if we've run out of steam
or maybe you just won the bet
and walked away with prize in hand
Or maybe we are destined to be like Sine
fluctuating constantly in time
imagining lyrics for our song
and fumbling for words that rhyme.
We sit and patiently wait
dreaming that maybe we can intuit
wait for it...

I did my taxes today... and the whole family's. There's nothing in the world that I hate more than doing taxes. Maybe I should become an accountant. That would be so awesome. I felt like I needed to write today. Not because I had something dying to get out of me (although I do feel like there is a piece that I need to write but it's been elusive) but because I haven't written in so long and knew that my blog was getting lonely. Peace out.

Drown (3)

Drown (3)

Start the music and cue the clown
watch him put on a show
as he laughs to himself
thinking that he's the only one that knows
that she is making a mistake.

Step back and watch him drown
as the spring heat melts the snow
the current quickens
and sinks his heart
he gives in to reality and saves the date.

Watched House and Heroes tonight. How do I get into the tv show writing business. I know that I can do just as well. It might be hard to tell from my awful poems but I think I have better ideas than what's currently being aired on the old television. Peace out.

Drown (2)

Drown (2)

She sits in a boat about to sink
she writes her life with ink
unable to change her mind
the pages get more and more cluttered with time
as she marks her mistakes
with painstaking circles and x's
trying to find perfection
in the mess of the pen strokes
she chokes and goes down with the ship

Yup, my smallville inspired piece of the week. Peace out.

Drown

Drown

Wipe the frown from your face
as I drown in the lake
of memories
being tossed and blown by the wind
disparate thoughts come and go
as the waters ebb and flow
carrying me to places unknown
I started as a single cell
and now I'm full grown

Interesting... why doesn't drown rhyme with grown? Too bad. Not sure if I want to make this into a series. I just wanted to write something because I haven't written in a few days already. I'm tired of this snow. Peace out.