Category: 08th

There are fairies beneath the moss who
Come out from
Their homes to water their roof of green
When the sun is big and gold

Come out from
The closet
When the sun is big and gold,
My love

The closet:
It is safe and dark,
My love,
So stay if you want, if you need

It is safe and dark
Beneath the blood or the blue
So stay if you want. If you need
To, come back to me

Beneath the blood or the blue
The fairies hold each step
To come back to me
In the growing green carpets

The fairies hold each step,
Each burden you leave
In the growing green carpets
Painted over crumbling earth

Each burden you leave
Becomes sunlight
Painted over crumbling earth
You hide within

Becomes sunlight,
Sweet honey dripping from your teeth while
You hide within
The dusty dawn

The air is heavy
Sticking to my skin
Falling over everything
Making each exhale
Drop like rain
And each inhale
Stink like fish and foul breath

It’s quiet
And empty
Not a ghost town
For cars line the street and
A shop’s door is propped open with a fan,
And not silent
For the insects buzz
A bird chirps
And somewhere you can hear a low hum.

“Look here”
A concrete building
One wall
Once bright orange
Is peeling and faded
Mold and mildew makes a canvas of a wall across the alley
And if you know where to look
You’ll see train tracks once ran straight through it
“We used to go here to see play’s
They moved to the old movie theater after a flood
The building hasn’t been used in years”

Down the street
We walk
Stepping over reflective puddles of rainwater
Filling in dips in the sidewalk
Like the glass dome of the sky shattered
And the shimmering blue-gray slices fell to Earth

“Here,
This is the Heritage House
The roof was damaged in the last hurricane
See
There
The tarps are everywhere now
You never know if it’s money
Or waitlists for roofers”

And the town opens its wounds again
Blowing blue tarps in the wind
The ocean swallows the land.

And while your smile
Still reminds me that I am
Capable of inflicting pain
At such a distance

It comes together into a
Tear tracing down my cheek
Into our hearts beating (sos)
And my fist clutching the hem of your shirt

What more could I have crooned to you?
Your cool hand to my cheek
The flutter of our white curtains
A shared song under our breath
What else?

And while there is no boundary between
How you love and how you are loved
Is there no way to become myself again?

Once you are so dear in another’s heart,
Is there no escape?
I have found no such thing as escape.

(And since what) love you have
Shown (came from) your own fear (because)
My own fear (swallowed you whole)
(I cannot know) if you found it either.

And since I have no (right to your)
Response (how do I discover) my own
(or another’s)

¿Hola, como estas?
knees on the couch
on a sunday afternoon

watch your sister bo, nine now
cross the cobbled street
glare glinting off the window

your mother, reading beside you
always a little surprised
by your excitement.

bo and elise, nearly adults
allowed to walk on their own
to the bakery after a spanish lesson.

what you would do to be like them.
later, you beg your mother
for the same lessons.

they bring you a pastry
In a small paper bag
With a pink face and hooves,

and a small curly tail.
the taste of marzipan
is the taste of childhood.

My hearing muffled,
My vision blurred,
I shut out the world,
As if I’m in a new universe.
I let the water carry my weightless body,
And I could care less where I go.
I’ve escaped,
I feel like a different person.

As I enjoy my few seconds of absolute peace,
A small ache buried underneath my ribs starts to grow.
It’s battling inside of me,
Hitting my lungs,
Getting stronger with every punch.
Growing, It consumes me,
Reminding me I can’t stay here forever.

I’ve come to my senses;
This haven can kill me.
Why can’t I stay?
I start to move arms and legs quickly,
Trying to reach the surface.
As it starts to feel like my body is about to give in,
I break through.
I gasp for air
The pain is gone.
The noises of the outdoors fill my ears.
I’m back to reality.
I’m back.

The sun shone through the leaves of a tree,
leaving little paper cutouts of light scattered across the ground.
A small cat, silent as the clouds,
Was the only movement in the forest.
The splotches of light climbed slowly onto the cats back,
And fell back to the ground,
As the cat silently weaved its way in and out the gaps between the trees.
Never stopping in one spot,
always searching
For a place unknown.

Lately, I have not been having fun writing
I am not completely sure why, but it’s true
I can not find a story that’s exciting
Some ideas come to me, but there are few

Ideas always catch me at the wrong time
They never come when my brain is in its prime
I feel like I can never write that much
Maybe all I need to start is a small push

First off, I miss them times where I wasn’t limited to sunshine.
I sit in a cell reminiscing on dark times.
But every night I still pray for better times.
Because I still have the hope in the heart that everything is going to be fine.
Yea, I’ve done been locked up a long time.
But I’m finally to the point where there is more behind me than in front of me.
So now I just hope to get out and be what I want to be.

The blue turns to gray
Watch the green as it fades
The air we breath is cold and sharp
Feel the earth turn so dark.
Mother nature’s caving in.
There’s too much trash,
No one will win.
But it’s not time to just give in!
Together we must break this sin.
Turtles die because they choke,
Let it in, it’s not a joke!
The world is turning inside out
All we do is talk about
the planet that will slowly die
I think it’s time we start to try.
Talking ‘bout it, yes, is good.
But I believe together we could
change our habits, the way we live.
No one wins unless we give,
A little more than just big speeches
Something that all will believe in
Something that will make a mark
Taking action is a good start.

A small little space where the walls all close in
Silent but deadly
Far from heaven.
Where all life goes mad or dies or gets crippled
Up in the house of old man Knittle,
Deep down inside lays a place with no light
Where every little soul dies more each night.
Go if you dare but don’t expect to come back
Cause once you come in
There’ll be shivers up your back.