"The maze"

FreeDigitalPhotos.net

We wander through the hall
Time is no friend to us,
                           not at all
Bumped and bruised
We feel broken
                           and used
Twisted and torn
There is no hope for us
                           from the day we were born
Life us a tumultuous maze
We were dumped there
                           until the end of days
Our anger is burning,
                  our mind is caught a blaze
We scream and cry out
                  for our freedom we mourn
Spun in circles,
                  we are distant and confused
Distraught and alone
                  since our debilitating fall

"Untitled"

  "And they lived happily ever after. The end."
Sweet princess          Beautiful child
     So innocent                Believing in fairy-tales

"Good morning"

Sunlight bursts through an open window
Golden rays dance on my face
A welcome invitation from the Land of Nod
The soft embrace of a new day lures me out of bed

"Bird"

A bird sits on an empty hand - waiting
Fluffing her wings - wondering
Calling out with a sweet song - worried
"Will he ever notice that I am a gift,
       to be loved, 
       cared for, and
       appreciated?"

Simon Howden / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

"Angel"

Beautiful angel
Spread your wings, fly to heaven.
Let love guide you home.

"Love, peace & happiness"

Wondrous light
Shine upon us
Guide us to a place of
  love
Fill us with unending
  peace
Remind us of the power of
  happiness 

"Tapping on the keyboard"

Inspiration lagging
  tap, tap, tap
Formation of words
Dancing in my head
  tap, tap, tap
Swashing ideas
  tap, tap
Mindfully ignoring
My greatest thoughts
  tap, tap, tap, tap
Stories are fleeting
Characters running
Fragments of my imagination
  tap, tap, tap
Is this really the end?

"Fool"

Fugaciouly flittering forward,
  floundering for forgiveness.
Fervently fighting for favor
  from fancied former flames.
Falling face first,
  flopping franticly for firm foundation.
Frenzied fool!

"Lamentations 1:9"

"She did not consider her destiny;
Therefore her collapse was awesome;
She had no comforter."

falling without love

blackness swallows her

tumbling within herself

unable-to swallow truth

living with no regard 

to heaven.

"Peace"

Perfect love
Energizing my soul
A beautiful moment
Creating memories
Enjoying every day

"Untitled"

Silken wind caresses my check
As the sounds of spring float to my ear
Crying out in the night sky
A solitary hawk flies above my head
The air is electric with anticipation
Waiting for a sign, for an answer to prayer
I finally feel at peach

"Haunting the night"

The wind feels like silk across my face
A lone hawk cries out in the night
Majestic trees black against the soft blue sky
Gravel crunches beneath my feet
I become a shadow, stalking the stars
But with a starless sky, I simply haunt

"The ghost in the hallway"

The ghosts in the hallway treated her to a very unhappy surprise
As she stumbled and tumbled down to the ground
Her eyes flashed up and asked them why
They tormented her with each memory
And every time she searched for the answer
They stole her ecstasy with swift and mighty blows
She would never feel the joy of being found
Forever must she be lost to the ghost in the hallway

"Untitled"

Free as a child dancing in the sunlight

I float above the world in my dreams

They bend and move along with me

My saccharine dusted wishes

Find me here, in the Land of Nod

"Light"

His light shines upon me

                                      and I glow like a star

"There once was a lady named Steve"

There once was a lady named Steve,
In much she did not have to believe;
She fell on the floor, and cried out, 'no more'
That is when she took her leave.

---

A Limerick in honor of St. Patrick's Day.

"My body speaks"

My body screams
Pain & blackness fills the spaces
Between thought & feeling

There is a hole inside of me
Glowing red with sparks of furry
Alive with agony

My body is arguing
With my soul & spirit
By putting up physical blockades

My body speaks
In a voice loud & clear
But I cannot understand a word

"Bored"

I am bored with these silly games.

Always wishing that it was my turn.

I burn for a chance to rise above it.

My hunger is everlasting.

I need to have, yet, another.

Please, may I have another.

I am bored with waiting.

Someone quench my thirst.

I am bored.

"Flow"

the start wasn't that far from the beginning

I was wondering who was going to step up

and save me

I really don't need you to

save me

I can't stop thinking about where

I screwed everything up

I screwed up

fuck

it is impossible to deal

I cannot deal

with these redundant issues

over and over

and over 

again 

I am broken

broke

broken

"The others" part 3

“Let me show you something,” Sean smiled as I pulled away from him.

Maybe I was the one being presumptuous, so I followed him. We stopped at a wall of slotted cubbies.

“Here are more drawings by the student that you noticed in the hallway.” He pulled out a portfolio from one of the cubbies and started to show me the beautiful drawings that it contained.

So, I was being presumptuous. I was be silly and acting like a hormone raged teenager. He told me about the pieces and the art behind the beauty. The student was talented and Sean was charming. We sat and talked until it was dark.

“Where did the sun go?” I asked, laughing.

“You didn’t have anywhere to go. Did you?”

“No, I just never lose track of time like that.”

“Is it horrible?”

“No, it was refreshing. But, it is a school night, so I should probably get going”

We laughed. It was the laughter of old friends.

“Sean, I hope to see you soon.”

“Then I will make it so.”

He kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my arm. It was a gesture that was innocent and intimate at the same time. I walked out of the room; I didn’t look back, but I could feel him watching me walk down the hallway.

I came slamming back into reality when I got to the classroom containing my things and the door was locked. I managed to find a member of the janitorial staff to open the door and gather my things. Just as I walked into the chilling evening air I got a text message.

“Where r u?”

It was from Mike, my boyfriend. I guess that I was missed. It was about time.  

"The others" part 2

The room was bright with the evening sunlight. I was breathless. There was so much color. It was everywhere. I don't remember ever seeing a High School Art Room that was so vibrant.
"Please, come in," he beckoned me into the room.
I smiled and felt my face blush. I was starting to get flustered. The room was warm and welcoming; I never wanted to leave.
"Ann, your new here. Right?" Sean's smile creped across his face, "I mean, I haven't been missing you for a whole month. Have I?"
"I'm a substitute." I felt like a little girl, like I was still in High School. It was a strange contrast from Ms. Marky, the take no nonsense substitute teacher, that I had been playing all day. I was mousy. I was shy. I was not myself. "It was my first day here. They have me bounce all over the district."
"Okay," he paused and smiled at me again. I wasn't sure if he was trying to put me at ease, but I felt my pulse quicken.
"What about you? How long have you been teaching here?"
"I just started this year. I was worried that I had missed out on meeting you."
I felt completely out of my mind. Why did he keep saying that? What was he doing? Flirting? Teasing? Just being friendly? I couldn't find the words to express myself. I didn't want to sound stupid.
"No, I'm just a substitute." I failed; I sound stupid.
I started to look away from him because I just didn't know how to handle this strange meeting. My eyes drifted along the students' pieces on the walls, shelves, windows and tables. Then I saw it, on his desk.
The object was something that I have seen before, but it looks old - really old. I slowly, very slowly walked over to the statuette. It wasn't big, maybe the size of my soda bottle. I leaned over getting a closer look. It was the color of sand and the top looked Celtic. I was about to touch it, but stopped myself. Really, what was I doing?
I looked at Sean to see if he was pissed that I looked like I was about to rummage through his desk. He was smiling, watching me.
"Sorry, there are so many beautiful things in here." I tried to cover up my weirdness. "I've been rude. I should get going; I'm sure that you have lots to do."
"You look like your glowing in this light." he stepped forward and reached for my hand.
I pulled back. Men don't react like this with me. I am average, on a good day. Plus, he was being presumptuous; I do have a boyfriend, I spend most night sitting up and waiting for him.

"The others"

The last bell rang for the day, as the evening sun colored the hallway with yellow-orange warmth. I stood watching the last of the students clear out of the parking lot. I was a substitute teacher in a new school and found myself wandering in the sleepy hallway as I walked back to my assigned classroom for the day. I found myself lost somewhere down by the art rooms. The students' art work decorated the hall wall. I stopped to look at a drawing of a woman; it was stunning and she was beautiful. I was wondering who this woman was, when I heard a soft voice from over my shoulder.
"Its his mother," the voice answered the question in my head.
"She is beautiful," I replied as I turned my head, "and the student is talented."
My brown eyes met with the deep emerald eyes belonging to the man behind me. For a moment, we were lost. I felt comfortable, at peace like we have known each other all of our lives.
"I'm Ann," I introduced myself to him.
He smiled and said, "Sean."
That one word changed my life. I followed him into his classroom; I didn't have anything to do or anywhere to go. I could go home, to my empty house and wait. I stepped into Sean's art room.