Someone Else's Story

I'm not one to advertise
but check out some of my friend's work
at http://mindlessdaydreams.blogspot.com
She's got some great collections
Here's a sample of her collection called "Sequence of Love"

Munchably Crunchable

The Tenth Degree

I risked frostbite and pneumonia for the sake of art.

Damned windchill.

Numb

Sharply stings, love does.
Bitterly burns as you swallow it down.
Nearly numbing, love is.
Tenderly tingling if in too much you drown.
Sore smiles cover grievous groans,
Grimacing gauntly with mutters and moans.

Newest Poem: Ghost

"So old friends, now it's time to start growing up..." -Frank Shepard, "Merrily We Roll Along"

Ghost

A shadow-friend clung to his shoulder,
The ghost of his torturous pain.
Her weight only made him feel older,
So he cut her away for the gain
(Or the loss, so to speak, of her smoke)
For her love was a glistening token
Of the shadow-world of centuries past
And the wonders that they had awoken.

He could not bear to call her by name
Or be dazed by insidious charm.
He but cringed and cut her away in shame,
Severing her smoky grip on his arm,
Spilling the blood so innocently pumping
From her ghost-heart, in her ghost-chest thumping,
And, pausing to glance before turning away,
Watching her shadow sadly slumping.

Thus was the end of all his doubt.
He could leave the past forever more
And continue onward, going without
The burdens she had brought him before.
And what did he see while standing here,
But a shadow-sob and a single ghost-tear?
As glistening pools around her spread,
She clung to what once had been so dear.

The shadowland hadn't always been
So dark and dank and deep,
But a merry land, their joy-haven,
Full of sweet nectar and treasures to keep;
A beauty-place where they could run free.
Their faithful friends, and she, and he
Could frivolously play and laugh always,
And sleep many moons under Great Pine Tree.

He had spent such long and happy years
Loving and holding onto her hand,
Bound so tightly, without any fears,
Through the sunny shadowland.
While other bonds, so brittle, would break,
His hand, from hers, he would never take.
Together they learned, and bridges they burned,
And each held close, for the other's sake.

With thunder's bang and lightning's flash,
Their merry shadowland did fall.
Old companions, crumbling with a crash,
Burned away dark to nothing at all.
Terrified by their awful plight,
He grabbed her hand and turned in flight,
Away from the dread of companions past,
And the shadowland's dark and twisted spite.

She turned fought and challenged fate
To remain in the place that she called home,
And not be torn by vicious hate,
And was left, a ghost, on the road alone.
For all, he thought, he'd left behind
Was a shadow, a burden in his tortured mind.
So on he marched with the new, bright world,
And left her to grovel with her own shadow-kind.

Thus she became but a wisp of smoke,
Slit free on that dark and lonely road,
Reduced to nothing but air and heart,
Pumping the blood that in puddles flowed.
But as she sighed and quaked and bled,
He turned in haste and quietly fled
To salve and friend in a lighter world,

While her tears and blood for him she shed.

Bored...

Need to go and take more pictures...
Wish it would snow some more....
Here's a video, kind of like the filler stuff that's in bologna.

The End, The Beginning

The End

The end of a year
The end of an age
The start of a winter
The start of a rage
The joining of lovers
The breaking of hearts
The destruction of cities
The making of art

The end of our love
The end of our time
The end of an era
The end of a rhyme
The end of a chance
for our hearts to mend
We forget it's the beginning
All we see is the end.

[insert new year here!]

The Beginning

This is the beginning
A brand new start
A brand new road
for a brand new heart
A brand new search
for a brand new love
A brand new could
in the sky above

But clouds come down
as pouring rain
And brand new ventures
bring brand new pain
The brand new loss
of word or rhyme
Is the brand new beginning
of the end of time