Playing Dress-Up with RealityYou weren't easy for me. You were all the wrong words and too many missed chances and I couldn't breathe around you. Not really. Not in the ways it mattered. And maybe that was the real problem, at first--you stole the oxygen from my lungs and I couldn't think when you came around. So I didn't. I just stopped. I stopped the breathing, and I stopped the thinking, and when it finally came down to it, I think maybe I was starting to stop the caring, too.You were so different from me. You were an adventure, an adrenaline rush, you made my heart spin dizzy. I fell so hard that I laughed--convinced this had to be love. Love runs amok, right? Love leaves you breathless and aching. That's what made my chest pound. Not lack of air but your need for me. Or was that my need for you?You were difficult, darling. Every breath I stole around you smelled of chalkboard dust and brittle autumn leaves and I don't know how I ever thought not breathing was okay, because it wasn't. You were a cobra
ProcrastinationHurry up and stop your procrastinating!
................written in a frenzy and run-on commas everywhereand exclamation pointsused in rapid successionink-stained handswords all blurredbarely legibleraw scrawlso bare bones it's bloodymemy wordsstrung out and on display in a frightening combinationof paragraphs and stanzaspunctuation gone madellipses my new blackused and abusedthen spit out in gratuitous repetitionthere is no word count hereno hearts dotting the i'sjust a string of letters done up in cursivebut not very pretty at all
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head. I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye. Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place. I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
Empty CanvasHollow...everything around me,everything deep inside implodes.There is nothing,nothing.It’s pretty here, I suppose.The light was tremendous,stunning me into a euphoric silence,leaving me breathless and wondering.Where…where in the world am I?I don’t know this place.Not sure I like it.It feels…empty.The sun slides over me in soft glimmering raysand I can’t tell if it’s dawn or twilight.It’s pretty, I suppose,yet oddly cold to the touch.Who...who is that man?His eyes of ice, he is the cold.When he offers his hand, I take it.It feels…devoid of life.His chuckle taunts me, his reply makes me jump.“Of course I’m devoid of life. I’m dead.”His knowing stare both consoles and enrages me,but I find I like his honesty.“Welcome to beyond the veil,”he says like I’ve just won a prize,and my head is spinning too fast to rationalize.This is too real
the chasethe waves chased usand we ranlaughingsquealing when the icy Atlantic caught up to our toes the sea-foam lingeredand she watched itfascinatedtouching what she called the ocean’s bubble bath the sand stuck to our feetand we smiled at each otherdelightedracing back toward the water in a chase of our own
ClairvoyantMy eyes are always open. From the rise of dawn to the moon's reign in the night and even in my dreams, I see. My sight shifts, swirls of clarity come and go. Sometimes it's all tinged blue around the edges like I'm underwater and I can stay down for hours without having to breathe. It can be surreal, seeing that way. A waking dream that captures my vision, so entrancing I can't look away.Sometimes it flashes; a glint of a knife, a smile, a scream. Bits and shards of pictures- puzzle pieces giving them selves to me but some mysteries are better left unsolved.It's a burden and a safe guard with an ocean-tide mood ruled by something not at all in my control.I think that's what freaks me out the most. The randomness of it all, the tiny things I choose to ignore that could be important. But I can't chase every one of them, can I? This morning in the shower it was a storm, dark with raging winds. A broken window and wet shards of glass at my feet