Pirahna

We were a pretty school of fish and you stood out against the flashy scales. You shown through and glinted your tail fin at me. I followed of course into the darkness. We were surrounded by deep black waves and we were alone. We felt comfortable floating along the current but over time I saw a different glint than the one that captivated me when I met you. The way the light hit your grin sent pulses of sinister conceit up and down my spine. You lured me in and I walked right into your sharpened beauties. I should of seen em.

Marchers

Let's march in procession.
Left right right left.
That looks odd...
but I'll leave it in a bit.
Ditch the slag and we'll march.
Or skip with our L,R,R,L movements.
We could be Nazis...
Well minus the swastika and genocide.
We could march the streets and shout at the top of our lungs.
This could be what we are. Marchers.

Star gazers and awesome dancers

Let's star gaze and dance a bit.
Seriously. Let's dance with the fucking stars.
I'm a bit ecstatic and a bit run down but I'm still up for it.
Forget the non believers.
I can dance with you...you can dance with me.
Can that be fun?
This could be where we are and where we were.
Star gazers and awesome dancers.
Forever or at least for as long as your parents don't know.

We all cried wolf

It was odd I suppose. The way the furry beasts stalked their prey and ripped them to shreds. They seemed so content with who they were and didn't mind an audience while they shed blood against the snow. I wanted to scream out and call on a larger crowd. The world had to see this spectacle but my voice was caught in my throat. I guess it is their loss.

Breathing

I watched you breathe.
While we laid under the covers.
With your head resting against my arm.
Your breath looked so peaceful
and I had hopes that I could bottle the carbon dioxide that you emitted.
I'd store it creepily underneath my bed and then I'd always have a piece of what you are and what you may be.
That would be enough for me.
No sense of property here though I'd love for you to be mine.
If not I will keep your bottled breath under my bed.

Join the Star Fleet

Can you pick me up ay? The stars I say...Can you pick me up anymore? Put your unhindered grasp around my throat once more and see if I care. Let's float away and meet your neighbors. I'd love to feel their exuberant heat swell and singe my eye brows. Can you do that for me ay? Let me see it one last time you abused hydrogen giants. I want to see tears.

Seemingly So...

Seemingly together but a shift could seemingly become disastrous.
Take the sun light out the day and we're seemingly alright with the sudden darkness.
Where does that put us? We could easily black out and I would seemingly forget what made me write this.......................
Okay I'm back. Seemingly so...

August Snow Ball Fights

Let's have a snow ball fight while the August sun beats on our backs. I'd feel quite invigorated having the sun warm my body while the snow cooled it off. Can this feat be achieved? I suppose not. We can pretend though...right? Let's just close our eyes and open our minds and see if we can make the ice rain fall down. Then we could bundle up and make way to the doorway and out into the snowy warmth and enjoy the tossing of icy rain. That would be fun I guess.

Shallow Waves

Shallow waves.
Breathing in and out,
with the tide.
Boats passerby and
drift logs.
Orbs of eyes in the crashing waves.
We could float away I suppose.

Fire Dancers

We danced and our particles were smashed into each other forming one unit. There was an energy in us and even though there was a soothing breeze playing off of the lake...I was still extremely hot. We swayed back and forth and the movement added to the heat. Our constant breathing kept us grounded though we yearned to float upwards and dance near the sun. Though we did dance for Venus and prayed that it's great heat wouldn't make matters worse. We were fire dancers for this one night and that's all I could wish for I suppose. For now.

Bomber, Barricades, and Enemy Bunkers.

We were modern warriors dressed in grime but we were unhappy with where we were. We found ourselves ducking behind enemy barricades and had our chance to go against the non believers and jump to the other side and damn ourselves with our traitor action. We were oppressed and needed change. We begged for the pleasant jingle of it even.
We had dirt smeared faces and yet I could still see her eyes. They sparkled like deep September sapphires. We were prepared for this. Bombs landed feet away from us and smoke and dust filled our lungs. We stared into each others eyes one last time before we were to make our decision. I made the first move. I swung my legs over the wall and landed on the other side to snide remarks and accusing fingers from the enemy. I turned back to the wall and could see through a crack her face. She asked me "Where are we at and where do we go from here". I pondered the question and when the answer came to me I turned back and said, "I am here and you are there. Whether you join me here or stay there is no difference to me as long as the decision you make is the one you really have made". It was at that moment that things became blurry. We were under attack and I took cover in enemy bunkers. After the chaos of the sudden bombardment of bombs I went out to find her.

It's been days since...

Electric

It was electric. The way we weaved in and out of the dark shadows and found safety on the black tarp. Paranoia occasionally creeping and misplacing our thoughts but all together we were there. We were breathless not for lack of oxygen nor breath but for what now lay between us. This was all left up to the chance of one heart. The pressure bore down on us but this was pressure so light that it was almost weightless. We floated up to the stars and we moved the constellations around. When we came back down it seemed like we knew where we were but at the same time our footing was off and we tumbled back onto the black tarp. We laid there in shambles for a while laughing softly in hopes that we wouldn't wake the sleeping ones and give away where we had landed. We hugged goodbye and a peck on the cheek made me once again feel electric. I felt weightless and I once again floated away...without her this time back to my home away from home.

Red Tipped Fiends

We were red tipped fiends.
We dodged each danger and left
our mark at the scene.

Habits

Running. It's a habit. I've run from many things ranging from love to the occasional rain storm but I'm slowly learning to stand in the rain and let the water seep to my bones.

Home is where we are together

I found home...
I suppose it's non conventional but it is home.
I found it sitting by a double paned glass staring out at humanity sipping at an expensive cheaply made caffeine beverage. As I sifted the contents of said beverage in my mouth, moving the incessant chunks of chocolate and trying my best not to up chuck, I found my home sitting across from me. She stared with me through the glass and we were at peace in our home. The scene shifts and I found myself once again at home. We sorted through books of knowledge, insanity, and whim. Odd books of haiku, being in the game, and the many different ways to use the restroom. We settled into chairs and read aloud the words of Wendy Simard and we were strangely at home. We rode a New Age ride to a scene of different scents and sites. We were exploring the past and future and we found a splendorous collection of things that we dibbed to be ours. Pictures from before we were named and random bits and bobs that were spectacular to our eyes. We talked some more of the future while delving into the past and a horrendous yet incredibley thought out home came to mind. Rooms filled with the winnings of our ventures. Thinking of this fourth home of the day put an irremovable smile on my face and it was at that moment that I realized I had a irremovable love to match the irremovable smile that time with her gave me. I left this glorious place with a army bomb type thing turned umbrella holder and thus our collection began. We needed sustenance so we ordered potatoes and chicken and some other odd food like items at the ginger's place. We found ourselves at a drive in movie and we enjoyed our food while we watched a horribly made movie about a man and his love for his overly priced red shed. We hardly watched the movie. We were more enthralled with the other in the opposite seat. We reminisced about our whole new world that we would soon start and about how the actors in the movie were poorly cast. In the end the red shed was burned by the town gang and as they drove off the man screamed towards the heavens "BLADOUWAHHH". At least the ending made her laugh so that I could see her smile. As the credits rolled I had a sudden epiphany. It was at that moment that I admitted that "It was against human nature for your parents to keep us apart...You are my muse". I don't quite know how she reacted in her head but her outer reaction seemed how do I say not creeped out. We ended our day with a hug and drove away in separate cars leading to different places, but I knew that we would be together soon. We've grown too far together to grow apart I suppose. Well, I guess the point to this is that I realized something. Home isn't where the heart is or where I lay to rest my head. Home is where we are together.

Water Craves

i.
Rather be...
A bear buried deep within a sand cocoon.
Warm. Content. Eyes closed.
A great sea, lashing out water craves.
Torrent. Splash. Destruction.
Rather be...
A bear in safety's warmth.
Fear of nothing...not the sea.

ii.
Caught in the waves.
A drift, pulsing out water craves.
H2O surrounds. Above. Below.
Craving for oxygen. Deprivation.
Water bullets. Light streaks. Sound drums.
Dark swirls. Encasing. Suffocating.
End this, cut to the chase.
On the shore, face down. Morning breaks.

Kentucky Clouds

We were grass laying, cloud watchers.
A boat would take you away the next
day and with it my tears. Goodbye to
our whispers, yells, and cries.
She was a no one I said as she
floated off and I laid back on
the ground and watched
the Kentucky clouds...

Shape shifting into pricey ventures

We met while swimming in the Golden Gulf
and we were the mighty manta ray.
Unison swimming was our goal and with you I felt alive.
We grew together and with it we took new form.
We were the stray cats and filth that layered the streets.
We felt alive.
We cleaned up and became civil beings and we were horses.
We kept changing and eventually we were ourselves,
but it seems you didn't like what I had become.
So you shape shifted out of my life and left on a boat to some place...
Now no amount of change could bring you back.
You're too pricey...

Shift

I found a muse spun into a spider's web.
We met and danced and at that point we
were two dolphins interweaving our story
with the waves. Soon after that we grew
out our land legs and walked on the beach.
It was odd I suppose.