blindcalicocat

The Sun— That giver of life That daggered foe Returns once more To drink what little life I have left to give Step- Breathe. The shade— That familiar guardian Tempts me to linger Then worse— To walk backward toward comfort Toward safety And yet I know That this is another adventure I must finish– Alone. Step- Breathe. And at the moment when I can walk no further, And it seems only the Raven will know my fate, I see another weary traveler like myself To whom I whisper: “Step- Breathe” And so we do. But the salt on my face collects, And stings my eyes And obstructs my vision Til’ I can no lon

I had looked for your coming in that crowded place, With the thunderous bass of Deschain’s song, But you came instead in darkened silence, Standing alone on the lawn. Where you smoked your cigarette and drank your beer, On the littered grass of drunken debris, Til I stumbled over and smiled and said, Hello -- Will you talk to me? I had softened in the blaze of your bold, brown eyes, When I shackled my arm about your waist, As if we’d been friends for years. As if -- I already knew your face. I tangled our fingers as I hiked across town, And talked with the man I already knew, Kissing your cheek and hoping you loved me -- For

I left you in the car that day, My little, yellow Lilly, So strong and bright and full of life, I loved you more than the God who made you. I left you in the car that day, Though only for a spell, As the moonless night did smother– What the sun had tried to melt. As promised, I came back to you, And held you in my palm, And saw your eyes had closed– That your face was sadly calm. I came back to you, my Lilly, But you were not the same, At last your petals drinking as my eyes did start to rain. Those petals which had fallen down– And withered in the heat, I dried my eyes and wished that I had taken you with me. But even

I often see his face at night, When the nightmare's just begun, My nemesis – that bitter man, Who turns the Earth around the Sun. He kills me –kills me! – slowly he kills me, With that hourglass of sand, Each minute like a violent whip or unforgiving hand Upon my back, upon my skin– Once supple, taut, and warm, Now a leather jacket hanging loosely from a thin, white form. And what have I to show for all the years I've been around? Have I dared? Have I dared? Have I dared to make a sound? To make a subtle ripple in the oceans placed before me? To do what all the young souls promise – to change the world, b

A thousand faces every day, Pass mildly by my deadened bark. Unmoved, untouched by my decay, They stumble on without remark. Away from me – A Lonely Tree, Who coldly shadows all they see. And in the night I sleep alone, Blanketed by the cold, black sky. While longing to be flesh and bone, Cruel nature would I then defy. But I am me – A Lonely Tree, And rotting bark is all they see. But as the night begins to leave, A creature does approach my base. A warm, kind tear she gives to me, As I behold a gentle face. And with my boughs, though hard and cold, In warmth – the girl – I do enfold.

When the sun does rise and I'm not home, It's time to take my hike, I'll toss my hair and lace my boots, I know what this looks like. A whisper here, A whisper there, You think I give a damn? They see what they want to see, But I know what I am. The girls do scoff in hushed asides, I know how this may seem, Would they believe I stayed up late just eating soy ice cream? They pin a scarlet letter to an innocent lapel, So I flail my arms and scream aloud: "I'm going straight to hell!" With all the glares and all the stares, You'd think I'd give a damn, But there's no walk of shame for me, I'm proud of who I am.

I once met a man at a bus stop in Maine, His eyes were old but happy still, "Off to a funeral," said he gripping his cane, My brother never could remember that pill. "I'm so sorry," I said when a tear filled his eye, He took out his kerchief and let out a sigh, Then said these words to me… "Oh, the world's a quilt and I'm just a stitch, And sometimes life just hands you shit, I'll be young 'til I'm old and live 'til I die, Que sera sera, Why even ask why?" "Why even ask why?!" I exclaimed in disgust, "Whys are important! Whys are a must! You, sir, are sick! You've felt apathy's touch! I'll help you! I'll fix you! I'll ch

Once upon a time there lived a young girl, Who fancied her dreams of fairytale love, So certain that's how her life would unfurl, Her real life became what she knew least of. But little girls grow and so do their dreams, When the clock strikes twelve and they're all alone, Realizing fiction's less real than it seems, The girl cuts down all the dreams she has grown. And lays down her book to seek thereafter, A different happily ever after. The End.

In the beginning, there was man. Man had a name – a title by which he was known. Man multiplied and passed his name to his progeny. In those days, family names corresponded to professions, hence surnames such as Miller, Baker, or Fisher. The year was 2021. Negativity had prevailed; people no longer had names based on their skills, but rather, their vices. Sloth, Whiskey, Lust, and Gluttony – these were the names of some of the tenth-graders in my classroom. The daily routine followed accordingly: Avarice would steal the apple from my desk, while Scotch whistled to the tune of "Whiskey in the Jar," and Gossip passed notes to Lie-z

Go ahead - laugh. It cures cancer, they say, Kills tumors within that rot and decay, Makes the old man young and the young man free, So toohoo, haha, hee hee, and tee hee, But laugh with integrity - sincerity, I say. For once the joke turned when I turned away, And when my eyes teared, I left them, you see, Just then I'd realized - the cancer is me. Go ahead - laugh. So why should I care about that which you say? Another's expense is too high to pay, I'm the best tumor that you'll ever meet, So TOOHOO, HAHA, HEE HEE, AND TEE HEE! Snicker, I say - It won't ruin my day. Go ahead - laugh!