Keyboard strokes sound like rain
This endless typing
It taxes me
Attempts for my fingertips
To sing out my whimsical narrative
The bend of my wrists ensuring me
That I am fabricating another cosmos
An ethereal creation where beauty…
Ah god this beauty!
It makes your eyes cloud with tears
And your heart fill with wonder
As you reach to touch the gossamer wings
Of the fairies that flit about
Your tiffany breaths
I pause to rest and am filled with remorse
To realize that to stop means this world
It dissipates quickly when my keystokes cease
I furiously begin to type again
Only to find the futility
Of attempting to bring into being
That which does not exist
Typing
29 Jan 2014 2 Comments
in bliss, deciet, desire, lonely, lost, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
Mirror
27 Jan 2014 2 Comments
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
This mirror is full of another
A lonely reflection
A girl with dreams and youth
Someone who had hope
Who aspires to be someone else
Curling her hair anticipating change
Only to raise her eyes to see this
The version of me who imagines
Delusions of an existence of bliss
She shall change her appearance
Perhaps cut an errant curl
Use a different shade of eyeliner
Brush on her blush with a bold stroke
Turn her back on that silly girl
Attempting to run to another reality
The one where she is strong
A heroine in flowing black
Her sword cutting a sliver of hate
Into the hearts of those who dare
To attempt to touch her heart
She looks up to see
She is still me
And she utters a curse under her breath
To all those who cannot see
Time
14 Jan 2014 2 Comments
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
If time folded at my supplication
You should be an envelope full of words of yearning
The discourse of your salacity for my flesh in your hands
I will dispatch into the universe
Hoping a worm hole will devour and spit you out
Forming a new macrocosm where I am God
And you but a canker
An affliction that begs destruction
I shall smite you
You shall cower covered in the dialect
You once knew as your own
Only to see armies rise up
To destroy your misrepresentation
There will be no cross for you
You are no savior
You are but a blemish
Upon any world
You choose to inhabit
Your beseeching to me
Your god
Will go unheard
As I move onto another
More interesting endeavor
2013 in review
07 Jan 2014 2 Comments
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 800 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 13 trips to carry that many people.