Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Irony story

 In the morning i begin my routine of getting the kids on the bus and letting my excitable dog out. I grab the paper from its deliverer he receives his weekly ten dollar tip. Reading the papers day in and day out describing the horrors of a mass murderer. How he's getting messy leaving the bodies about, instead of burying them or hiding them at all. Supposedly he still roaming. What i'm not quite understanding is how a person could go that far off the deep-end. I wonder if he has a family, children? Maybe he single. I've always wondered about the twisted horrors within their minds, thoughts of killing related with enjoyment sounds like acid to me, eating away at my skin. I wonder deeply how much their head hurts. My dog prances around the room happy to be eating his breakfast. I go on reading the sickening paper wondering what i myself would do if i found myself in the position of a mass murderer standing over me. would it be like in the movies? where you open the door at 2am wondering who's knocking and open the door in curiosity? The murderer has killed 15 people all in the same sick twisted way. They all are gutted. I hate the paper, yet i still read the damn thing. Eh the hell with it. I go about my day, listening to the squabbles of people whispering of the horrors in the night. Its like theyre talking about “the one who must not be named” people were not talking about voldemort. I try my best to ignore them, such annoyances, my brain feels fuzzy. I make my way home, feed my wagging dog and lay upon my bed. brain fuzzy and full i fall. The next morning i awake, i'm covered in blood, what? i rush to the bathroom and find a knife. what even? my mind starts to buzz again. blackness. Its nothing but acid.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Original/ unrevised





Pastoral


The mountains peek above the clouds
majestic, strong, withstanding horrors of winter
the tips of the mountain sprinkled with freeze dried snow

flowers cling to steep slopes 
protected by the rocks
the rocks weathered and rough
hey are truly everlasting

the trees are shortened at the heights
due to their lack of breath
much like the reactions of the passerbyer
truly remarkable as it stands
forever timeless


Epitaph

As she strongly insisted,
her memory is happy and unfaltering
As she insisted,
a wordless stone, to which i have altered
As i kindly disobeyed, 
because i know it make her smile 


Free write 


Hay spikes the nose sensations
The horses paw at their rubber mats
The grain room filled with their temptations
Flakes tossed upon the flats


The sun peeks through the weathered wood door 
The air warm and still 
Gentle beasts dance for more 
They are still hungry 

A saddle placed upon ones back
He snorts and dances in the hall 
Mounted and dressed in all his tack 
Unnerved by any fall 

A seat upon pads 
He prances, hands gripping leather 
All thoughts melt 
Because is just him and I together





























Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Epitaph

As she insisted,
her memory is happy and unfaltering
As she required,
a wordless stone, to which i have altered
As i disobeyed,
because i know it make her smile

Free Therapy (Free Verse)

Hay spikes the nose sensations
The horses paw at their rubber mats
The grain room filled with their temptations
Flakes tossed upon the flats

The sun peeks through the wood door
The air warm and still
Gentle beasts beg for more
They haven't seemed to get their fill
A saddle placed upon ones back
He snorts and dances in the hall     
Mounted and dressed in all his tack
Unnerved by any fall

A seat upon felt
He prances, hands gripping leather
All thoughts melt
Because is just him and I together

Pastoral

The mountains peek above the puffy clouds
majestic, strong, withstanding horrors of winter
the tips sprinkled with freeze dried snow
flowers cling to steep slopes
protected by the rock faces
the rocks weathered and rough
they are truly everlasting

the trees are shortened at altitudes
due to their lack of breath
much like the reactions of the passerbyer
truly remarkable as it sits
forever timeless