~the runner~
midnight runs across horizon
with eclipsed eyes
that pierce a sky
embraced by darkness
hard look of wonder
into a mirror soul
whose force feels
past its full
rhythm heart pounds out
an existence
so loud and so constant
that its noise stops
being heard
and is a lonely song
you ask if these eyes
can be serious
for once?
the answer comes
with a new honesty,
"why?"
in a world
that does not hear,
why ?
in a world
that sees past
yet can not see beyond,
why ?
in a world who pretends
that circumstances
were once better,
why would?
could midnight eyes
ever take anything
serious?
why should?
--Kimba
Copyright:
December 18, 2000
~DESPAIR~
it swiftly drifts about me,
cold and cool and wet.
the fact that i'm alone now,
is more than i have met.
parting hard, and whimpering,
i breath like old, old men.
drinking in, the fact remains
i'm all alone again.
she never meant, she never thought
to leave me here alone.
there was always time to manage,
but never time to hone.
never time to hone the facts, and
polish all the new,
never time to prepare
for what she never knew.
what she never knew has now
become my guiding thought.
a wave of how the hell am i,
is what i really thought.
here i am, and fatherless,
i have no rock to cling.
one mother raises more than doubt,
denied the final hug,
that she will never tell me more,
like beating up a rug.
timing and the darkest stars,
either gloat or care
not at all.
piping hot my tears become the only
way to see,
nevermind the sideways stares,
they only push my feet.
my mother died,
and i have too.
it's only right to be,
a matter of the caretaker.
of palming all her life,
holding onto windy snow,
the small and careless flakes,
can only be revealed
when standing in the cold.
-Chris.
Copyright:
December 6, 2000
Broken Wings...
Looking into the shattered
Mirror laying broken at my
Feet of a long ago unremembered
Yesterday yet I still remember
My once beautiful set of black
Wings full of soft velvet like
Feathers but not lay bleeding,
Bruised, and battered but I
Shall take these wings of a sickening
Wreckage and fly even if only once more...
- Andrea Trenary.
Copyright:
January 9th, 2001
~The Hand I Was Dealt~
These lonely days in this boring place
are eating away at my mind,
what did I do to ever deserve
this hell that I've been assigned,
I'm merely a son just seeking attention
from the childhood I never had,
wondering about the old man in jail
that used to be my dad,
I'm sick of all the hate around me
I can't take it anymore,
everyday I awake from a dream of walking out the door,
And though these thoughts inside my head
are permanently preserved,
according to some of the people I know
I got what I deserved.
-Stephen Taylor Brown
Copyright:July, 1999
soft covered book
it's scary watching time turn down the pages of this book
one by one like little butterflies
and i know the same fate is my own
i am that turning page, being read by someone else
but what attracts us to this novel of life?
do you love me for my cover?
my bad grammar?
or am i simply a place to hide your secret self?
i love the way your eyes glaze over every page
but are you ever reading?
are you pretending to see the words
only when you think somebody else cares?
yet, somehow
i know that you are reading
what you might believe is me.
the lines seem so strait
so why am i so slanted?
i have been crying to you the truth
but those tears are for the lies
because even when i am honest
there is something i will always hide
page by page you turn me
and are enchanted with my book
the words mean nothing if you only see them
and do not understand the path i chose
my lies are so deceiving
they even convinced myself
so every word means nothing
except for on the very last page
i left it blank for new beginnings
and hand you the golden pen
in hopes that you can write the truth
to finally end my sin.
--Fawn
Copyright:
January 20, 2001
I have to find a way to find my own peace of mind"
--Never Ever
"Could Be"
See me smile seeing your eyes
Touch my heart by touching my face
There's nothing more I need than your comforting words
Lust in the form of lover's light
Never more than necessary
Somehow always too little to be enough
Reflecting on a year ago today
Harboring a misunderstood love
Never had I imagined it would be requited
Sitting here today in the midst of what you wish to be
What I wish you were
Future holds false hopes about what sometimes happens
See me smile seeing your eyes
Touch my heart by touching my face
I think I love what we could be
~~Steph~~
Sticks and stones can break your bones,
But words will drive you insane.
-Psyched Out, Supersuckers
a girl stands naked
before the bathroom mirror
glaring at her figure
and the pale fruit
which betray her boyish frame
she seems suddenly to become self-conscious
of the shadow she sees
reflected in the mirror
quickly, deftly
she reapplies her clothes
like too much make-up
mourning the body
with a quick black smudge.
-Tamara Isakson
Copyright 1999
~portrait vertical~
eyes eat and swallow
scarlet braided lakes
elevated high
on remnant volcanoes
pure obsidian waves
reflector sphere
levitates
ghost face observer
who sees
who knows
drunk earth aroma
swollen by
horizontal flood
that is gulped
summons invisible
blanket creature
armed
with soft brush
who paints visions
of yarn hushed
hyacinth hues
candied and dripped
flavor
that quench eyes
full
adobe trunk pueblos
reminders
of spirit animal
who traveled
peyote verticals
floating
as clouds
in bone pipes
of ancient
ones
-Kimba
Copyright
August 6, 2001
no
when i speak to you,
i feel like a fool.
it's like i never say
the right thing.
but you don't seem to notice..
maybe it's better that way.
when i'm near you,
i feel nothing but ecstasy.
but, no, i won't tell you.
the sight of you,
the scent of you,
the sound of you
is more than i can bare!
i wish you knew how
much you mean to me...
no, i won't tell you.
for fear of how things
might change between us.
i'm scared of what you
might think of me if
i tell you what's in my heart.
i'm terrified that you would run from me,
as most do.
if that happened,
my heart would break,
and bleed,
just as it has many times before.
so it will be my little secret...
one that i can keep from
the whole world.
no, i won't tell you...
i won't tell you that i love you.
-Katy
Copyright 2000
never
To change. Throw away everything.
What is time , but just corrupted age.
Never have I been unkind.
The constant battle in my mind.
So I have lost you again and again.
Thus my destiny for true love never find?
~By mick j
July 21, 2009
Transparent
you see right through me...
i don't know how you do it,
you can see whatever i'm feeling
at any time.
i try not to show feeling,
but you see them anyway.
you can tell if i'm depressed,
you know when something's
not right in my life.
but you don't see how
i feel about you.
you are oblivious to
the love i feel for you
each and every minute.
i wish you could see that
emotion.
because there's no easy
way to let you know.
you know almost everything
about me...
yet you know nothing
about me...
you can see into my mind,
but you can't see into my heart.
-Sage January, 2001
i want to stop the bleeding
10000 words,
so few there meaning.
years of faded memories
of useless dealings.
Someone somehow brought
an end to feelings.
The death of self,
watching from the window
creeping and grieving.
Help me mother help me,
why did you stop believing.
Where are your angels
god send them to me i need their healing.
Are all the murderers gone
or did you stop cleaning,
on the edge of the world
I find myself leaning.
~By mick j
@March 9, 2009
