"cheers to departure"
I say to the leaves.
All the while each one restless.
Making way toward their graves
Now about my feet
where I look and think
just moments before about how I pleaded and how I screamed.
"don't do it!" I said
"you have to much to live for"
Ignoring my attempts
Letting go.
They fell so silently to their graveyard below.
"cheers to failure"
I say to the tree.
As I collapse and curl among the cold and dearly deceased.
I could hear the sirens now. They were much closer than they appeared. They came like thunder reverberating off the tall buildings of the streets outside, as I listened from my permanent place on the carpet, with one ear to the floor, the resulted lightening. Sounds of doors opening and doors closing, women crying, father's cursing. The apartment complex was alive now. Every floor, every resident, greatly affected by what it was I had done.
Ten minutes was the amount of time It took for anyone to notice, only ten minutes until that fairly rotund wench who lived across the hall decided by some spark of coincidence to "check up on him." It
children laughed and wispered their secrets to the flowers,
filling their roots with memories while waiting in anticipation for a rainy day,
when each and every story would be released
and tactfully washed from their residency they have come to know and love as their own.
dramatizing their screams and the continual attempt of being starved for attention aided in this affiliation.
these raindrops sought refuge in rose petals.
welcomed by fear and lonliness.
disestablished by umbrellas selfishly destroying every attempt of roots and raindrops uniting.
the sky sounded out war and the ground unanimately agreed in a collaborating dis
children laughed and wispered their secrets to the flowers,
filling their roots with memories while waiting in anticipation for a rainy day,
when each and every story would be released
and tactfully washed from their residency they have come to know and love as their own.
dramatizing their screams and the continual attempt of being starved for attention aided in this affiliation.
these raindrops sought refuge in rose petals.
welcomed by fear and lonliness.
disestablished by umbrellas selfishly destroying every attempt of roots and raindrops uniting.
the sky sounded out war and the ground unanimately agreed in a collaborating dis
I could hear the sirens now. They were much closer than they appeared. They came like thunder reverberating off the tall buildings of the streets outside, as I listened from my permanent place on the carpet, with one ear to the floor, the resulted lightening. Sounds of doors opening and doors closing, women crying, father's cursing. The apartment complex was alive now. Every floor, every resident, greatly affected by what it was I had done.
Ten minutes was the amount of time It took for anyone to notice, only ten minutes until that fairly rotund wench who lived across the hall decided by some spark of coincidence to "check up on him." It
The Night Belongs to Those.... by RosesUnderground, literature
Literature
The Night Belongs to Those....
I strolled through a field,
Barefoot and naked,
In order to become aquainted with the twilight.
I watched the moonlight dance with the dew
And felt said dew beneath my feet.
The breeze broke upon my frame
Tossing fallen leaves upon me.
They tickled senses once thought dead within me
And I witnessed my own rebirth,
And I felt life again.
I winked at the moon
My first friend in this new life,
And she smiled in return.
I smelled the flowers
And their scent made love with my mind.
I layed in the grass,
A bed made for the heavens,
And I was so comfortable that I slept.
Then I turned into a tree.
fingerprints wiped on ash by silentscream, literature
Literature
fingerprints wiped on ash
There\'s no Shouting out these stains
anger shot patience
on the new white carpet
Mom and Dad
might get the feeling
that something is missing
when their hands
reach for the doorknob
The spotless kitchen
will sweep away their suspicion
along with the brownie crumbs
Their feet will move
along with the rug
revealing murder preserved on cotten.
i am efficiently mobile once again! although i would not say the drought of mobility was all too terrible. there was an abundance of good scenery and physical activity and there was a good amount of stories that needed to be sought and collected. i am thankful for the enabled freedom, but the disability was also much appreciated. at least i had time to spend with my beloved bicycle although she tried to give me some troubles in the blistering sun. we reconcilied our differences i'm sure because the ride home that evening was nothing short of awe-inspiring. i'm off to enjoy the freedom. and i cross my fingers for continual appreciated fortune.
my right brain is screaming for innocence.
my left brain is proud of what the right has accomplished.
things may be a little different, but they will always seem to be variations of the same.
i got a few poems lined up, but they need some heavy revision. however, i'm still contemplating on if it may be best to turn them into short stories, as i'm not all too wonderful at writing poetry. i'll guess i'll have to wait and see.
-heather
i'm glad you're submitting your writing again. you've always been one of the most inspiring people in my life, and you're the most inspiring when you're writing.