I'm getting sick of thisto the rest of the world,I'm getting sick of this by toxic-nebulae
I am still worth seven tenths of a man.
to the rest of the world:
Dis-harmonyDis-harmony by dragon-fly-to-me
Purity is impossible.
But the search for perfection is a worthy endeavor.
Yet at that I fail, time and again.
A tempest's existence is this life.
I accept that existence, not forever seeking the storm,
yet finding and feeling its wind and waves all too often.
I am conflicted; segments of logic whisper I ought to regret more than I do.
Always giving more; this is my basic nature.
Realize, I expect it to be taken.
That is the way.
However, strange as it may seem, some gifts remain unopened.
This is also the way.
These disconnects can sever the bond of the weak; or are they the wise?
There will come a day whereupon I take my share;
taste equilibrium, the sweetest of intoxications.
A beautiful shade of perfection, an intricate fluidity of design.
How can it be even that is beyond the veil of purity?
Yet I am confident, it is as it should be.
I am a Hearta dichotomy of existence.I am a Heart by dragon-fly-to-me
fragile and yet power filled;
breath fueling while stimulating life
defined by more than physiology, beyond biology.
life and death dividing,
pierce me with metal or word, and I bleed.
the ultimate unseen witness to each thought and every action.
broken, still healing in fused pieces the world leaves behind.
I am a heart.
worn for the world to see,
I shine from behind a child's eyes,
cherish lovers with passion's kiss
and comfortably wrap friendship with love.
I am more than a muscle, my numbered days unknown.
I take in all you see, that which you embrace,
and hold tomorrows aspirations safe in this dark mysterious necessity.
I am your heart.
GoLittle town, little girl, little life that was ready to burst. It surrounded her like an imploding force, waiting in the wings to crush her. Life was like this for her...always. Gnarled fingers phantom-waved their weave of wonder behind curtains strung with galaxies of impossibilities and you're-stuck-here-forever glimmer. She stood, nearly hypnotized, focused beyond her reach, beyond her dreams, blurring them to oblivion. She couldn't bear to exist on this side of that curtain, and so, she pretended it wasn't there; none of it was there.Go by BeyondJen
She never took the chance when given, because she never saw it.
But there's still time, little girl. This isn't a story laid to rest upon a shelf that's collected dust; this one ends when and where your doubts recede. So go. Big town, little town, it doesn't matter. You're dreams are not rooted in the trees you love; they're not lost in the clouds t
minnowsaltwater dreams stuck in a fishbowl.minnow by BeyondJen
whirlpools from endless circling,
bubbles for friends,
the reflection of a never seen face.
[who am i?]
we could burrow in the stones.
we could hide in the castle.
we could nap in the plastic plants.
we could float belly up-
our only escape.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
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|A hero, if ever I had one.|
MovementThere’s enough anger in the airMovement by FuzzyHoser
to strangle anyone. Anyone can
say they’d do this or that. That
isn’t the point here. Here and now
makes our tomorrow. Tomorrow
is the focus. Focus on that – that
we need tomorrow. Tomorrow
will be our truth. Truth is noted
after the fact. Fact isn’t respected
in the now. Now is when we react
to what happened then. Then was
the foundation of it all. All must
recognize what is needed. Needed
now is ground to stand on. On this,
plant yourself – yourself, and not
someone else’s voice. Voice instead
your hope, your rage. Rage against
the wrongs, with your rights. Rights
ought to be as free as breath. Breath
should never be taken by hatred.
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents: by FuzzyHoser
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
The Town WitchEvery town has its witch. At least I think they do. I know ours does. She isn't scary like stories say she should be. She has a face like my older sister's, the one who isn't married yet, with an eager smile and bright eyes. Her hands though are like my Momma's, calloused and stretched with small roots under the skin.
Her cottage is just outside of town with a small path that runs down to the sea. Her garden is full of overgrown plants that Momma would always "tut" at when we walked by, but it's full of herbs and flowers that she tends with care. She always smells like the honeysuckle that grows around her door and like baking. She bakes often, with her windows thrown open, her singing drifting through her garden all way to the road, the thick sills stacked with rows of cooling pastries. She always leaves batches of small, sweet buns on the outer edge where us children could easily reach. Not that she ever let on that she knew we were taking them. It was the great game amongst us, pret
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