"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Eyes that Tire.

Eyes sunken,
lost and wandering
without reason.
Blurry edges
still unfocused,
my visions fade
with each minute further
into the waning night.

- - -

First poem in a while. YES.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Long Time No See!

Wow, it's been a long time since I put anything here. Sorry fellow bloggers-- life has just been a real drag lately, and I know you've all heard me say that before. I keep amazing myself with how much work graduation from highschool actually is, and I'm not even doing much! I've got friends whose workloads far exceed my own.

In any case. I just wanted to post something so that I don't fall into a habit of non-writing. That would be utter doom for me-- it's my best talent. The thought of it just fading away, like water eveaporating from a cup, is simply terrifying. I will do my best to keep posting through the next two months, but do expect a few wordless late nights from me. Once I'm done with school things will pick up again. Promise!

One last thing. Recently I've been reading a volume of poetry called The Fly in Autumn, by David Zieroth and it is really good! I'm blown away by a lot of the thoughts and the phrases and the rawness of the line breaks. A canadian poet and a really good read.

Friday, April 15, 2011

The Brandy Snifter - Prose.

He broke the brandy snifter that day; she had a big ornamental one that sat on the edge of her desk, the sheen of the glass faded with dust.

What is must have been like to watch it shatter—the sparkling glass collapsing and cracking into a million shards of mirrors. Each one glinted with the dim yellow light of bulb above. Each one collided with the ground and ricocheted in all directions, the abstract, macabre shapes burying themselves into aging brown carpet.

What it must have been like, to watch her entire life shatter to pieces in a single second.

What it must have been like to lose him that day.

- - -

Wow, how lame. School is terrible: it feels like I've done nothing else for days but homework, study, go back school. My creative brain feels drained.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Poem X - Mountain.

broken down
and I rise again.
A mountain
is unmovable.

- - -

Day late. My weekend was havoc in the form of work. Sunday came and I felt completely drained.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Poem IX - A Sure Sign.

Waiting for you
is a sure sign
I'm waiting
for something.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Poem VIII - Ventriloquist.

Mouth agape
words shoved in--
his lips
never make a ripple.
Anything he wants,
and I'll say it for him.
so tightly coiled
around my brain
my body
my spirit
is diminished,
and made false.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Poem VII - A Day of Empty.

my mind
is a blank slate.
All that's on
the back burner
are parasitic worries
that I wish I didn't have.
I want everything
for you
and nothing
for myself.

- - -

Somedays my brain just takes a hike. A hike that takes it far away across the mountains, across the plains, across the sea sometimes. Wednesday I felt so detached from everyone-- present in body, not really in spirit or in mind. I do this purposely sometimes when I'm worried or stressed about things.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Poem VI - Spring Puddle.

of reflections--
trees and sky
beneath my feet.
by rhythmic steps.
Ripples spread
far as I can see.

- - -

There are lots of puddles around here lately, with all the good weather we've been having. It's kind of nice to see that the spring hasn't abandoned us Canadians just yet. Although with all the spring melt comes leaks. And our house is prone to them. A lot of the carpet in the basement (where my room happens to be) is drenched with cold snow water coming from the gutters. It's no fun to step in a wet spot and feel chills dash through your toes. Thankfully, the carpet in my room seems unharmed.

So far, NaPoWriMo is going awesome for me. Script Frenzy, not so much. I was doing fine until school started up again, and now I find myself with studying and homework to keep up with. Ah well. the good thing is we're still early into the month, and whatever I get done is certainly better than nothing.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Poem V - A Cave.

What brings you here,
down into this
cold dank cave?
on hands and knees,
cold mud
squished between fingers,
white cotten dress
soiled and caked.
It just gets
and darker
from here.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Poem IV - Sweet Wonderings.

Late at night
I'm always left
what tommorrow
will bring,
If you'll still be there,
blue eyes dark hair,
to grace me with
callous humor
and embrace me--
warm lips
wrapped around mine.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Poem III - A Sunny Highway Tends To Be Sluggish.

I watch
languid traffic
move down
a sluggish highway
as I wait
for a lazy
taxi cab.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Poem II - New Words.

New words
sometimes come slowly--
they have to brew,
like a good cup
of green tea.
you breath in the aroma
of those new words
and wonder why
they took so long
to fester.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Poem I - Insomnia.

Some obscure time
in the morning,
I lay away awake.
And I stare
at a ceiling
shrouded in shadow.
I know,
it's too late
to be thinking.
But it's also
too late
to drift to sleep.

- - -

The first poem of NaPoWriMo. :) I was so excited I couldn't lay in bed until morning, so I had to get up and just write something.

I'm going to do Script Frenzy as well this year, so I might post little blurbs for that as well. I've already decided that Johnny Depp would play the main character of this screen play. His face and tormented soul act (Secret Window, go see it!) was just perfect for the character I have in mind.