May 6, 2009
She pulls on pastel green gardening gloves
that fit surprisingly snug around her slender fingers.
She walks across the lush green grass
onto the garden where she begins.
Hovering over the dark soil,
her fingers place the tiny seeds
into the earth beneath
and then covers them up with dirt.
The sky, a giant blue blanket.
With such a vibrant shade of blue.
Not a single cloud above
to block out the blazing sun.
Are you immune to the torrid heat?
It beats down on you relentlessly-
never giving up, not even for a moment.
You work contently as if in a bubble.
“I will work until it is finished.”
She looks up, smiling.
Completely in her element
and nothing could ruin it.
May 6, 2009
I step out onto the deck.
Salt and air stir together.
I vaguely remember being here,
Maybe from a dream.
I walk towards the railing,
and place my hands on the icy metal.
I lean forward, careful not to fall.
The water- dark and deep.
Waves are crawling up the sides,
threatening to devour the boat.
An abrupt stop shakes me.
Falling, tumbling, crashing into the unknown.
Opening my eyes, all i can is a dark abyss.
A cloud of bubbles rush past my face as I exhale.
I walk but feel weighted down.
A faint glow above me
catches me off guard.
Am I dead?
I lift my arm, trying to reach it.
My fingers break through the surface.
My body follows.
I squint in attempt to block the light.
The light that shines brighter than the sun.
I notice I’m no longer running in the water.
If fact I’m no longer running at all.
I’m walking through a dense forest.
My curiosity is down to minimal.
I have no desire or drive or to explore.
I’m perfectly content
Yet I have no idea where or how I got here.
My journey is just beginning.
May 5, 2009
One apple in an orchard.
There are 100 apples on a tree and there are 500 trees in an orchard. All apples are equal in size and so are the trees. The apples are red and green. The size of a grown man’s fist. Each apple is surrounded with broad leaves on a tall tree. Although all the apples may look the same, there is one that stands out. Its a vibrant red and glows with the sun.
One hundred apples on a tree.
The trees all in a row.
The apples colored red and green
Shine with a vibrant glow.
Each apple is surrounded by leaves of green
that are large and wide.
They act as a protector
Enclosing apples inside.
Although they look identical
One is diferent than the rest.
It shines a little brighter
When it is put to the test.
The difference could be overlooked
But stop and take your time,
Analyze each one closely
The change you will find.
May 4, 2009
The sand is in the command of the wind.
It whips around and pelts my legs.
The dry scorching heat
beats down from above.
Tiny cuts and red patches
form on my skin.
Stinging and burning sensations
cover my entire body.
Its becoming unbearable.
I can’t take it anymore.
I have to run for cover fast
Before more pain is inflicted on me.
May 1, 2009
The night air brushed against her.
The silence- shattered by a voice.
Beneath the flesh exterior,
A faint echo of misinterpretation.
She vanished into an inner world
And no one knew what was on her mind.
A thick cloud blurred the memories
of her childhood.
And at the time,
She gazed down neutrally,
worthy qualities the mirror
fails to reveal.
April 29, 2009
Common- Round blue button–Blue coat.
Evil- Angry face– The face is beat red and he’s screaming–Jaffar from Aladdin–Magic carpets flying in to a cave– Sand hills that turn into a sand storm– Camals– Big pond– Frogs–Little Mermaid–
Pain- Paper cuts– Red line on a finger– Hospitals– Clean and dull hallways with people dressed in white– Changeling– Lightbulb swinging from a wire in an old house– Spiders– A person scared and running away–
Peace- Little cartoon man wearing a tie-dye t-shirt making the peace sign with his fingers.–
April 29, 2009
It was essential for her to know everything.
It was reckless and ridiculous
and at the time,
no one knew what was on her mind.
A sixth sense, a tentacular awareness
That reached out from the dimness.
She vanished into an intact inner world.
She floated above them
gazing down neutrally.
The night air brushed against her.
Her childhood was as tangible as the silk.
April 27, 2009
What do you see in the mirror?
Skin bronzed to perfection
Irises filled with stunning color
Lashes extending beyond belief.
An echo of misinterpretation.
True beauty lies beneath.
Beneath the flesh exterior the world can see
Worthy qualities the revealing mirror
Fails to reflect.
So take a look.
Look far beneath the surface
and deep within yourself.
What do you see in the mirror?
April 27, 2009
A rocky edge of a cliff
blurred out by a thick cloud.
The silence- shattered by a voice.
Sharp as a needle.
The echo lingers-
hanging on all corners.
I’m tempted to turn around,
but fighting it, I stay.
I gaze across the thick fog.
I can make out two figures-
Short, slender, and frantic.
I want to move, but I can’t.
