Brother Death

The broken body
Of a shifting boy
Found alone and crying
Tears of red saliva
Within glassy eyes
Of black copper kettles

Under my gaze
Tarnished silver
Cut his flesh
In the hands of a madman.

Public Speaking Snippets

I don't think any of these are complete. Just a bunch of random verses... or take them all together. Interpret as you will.

The Dawning of
suns over the
blurry horizon
speaks to me
with lips of
rosy pink petals
and streak to
my soul with
fingers of golden
light.


Rose petals
shield my eyes
tainted white
over the
sea of
darkening skies.


Stained pews
colored deep burgundy
from years of
kneeling
and praying
in hopes of
salvation.


You look into
my malleable morals
and find faults
within the lies
I've told.


Birds soar
above your eyes
and through the
dreams you
told a
broken girl
flying home
after so
long a
time spent
searching.


convert my tarnished
being to
one of
pure white light


Saints stare
down their noses
at our newborn
powers over our
bodies and minds.


Halos of
golden paper
melt quickly
in the ruins

your words echo
in the spaces
of my mind.


painted pages
of Carmine red
darkened with the blood
of artists past
star at me
blankly
the color lost
on eyes seeing only
in black and white.


So, yeppers... this is what boredness produces. Really lame starts to poems... oh well.

How Quickly We Do Come to Our Demise

Something I wrote for tenth grade English. A Shakespearean sonnet.

How quickly we do come to our demise,
That all we are shall n’er be seen again.
Though all is left of men shall then despise
The huntress whom to her they all are game.

Her icy bow and quiver do they fear,
Escape for them is never to be found.
Her arrow flies toward them straight and clear,
It hits its mark and never makes a sound.

Though life is short and time goes slipping by,
We pull the hair-like threads to which we hold.
Until they break and soon we in reply,
Shall fall into the deepest winter cold.

And though through death we may eternal be,
There is nothing that is a guarantee.

Friends of Romaine Lettuce

Something I wrote for Ninth Grade English. A spoof on the "friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" monolouge from Julius Caesar.


Friends of Romaine lettuce, lend me your tongs
I come to make a Caesar salad, not to praise it.
The greens that men do eat lives after them,
The vitamin is oft interred in their bones;
So let it be with the Caesar salad. The noble Boston lettuce
Hath told you that eating Caesar salad is ambitious.
If it were so, it is a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar salad answer’d it.
Here, under the leaves of Boston and the rest,
- For Boston is an honourable lettuce;
So are they all, all honourable lettuces –
Come I to speak the Caesar salad recipe.
It is my friend, tasty and good to me;
But Boston lettuce says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
It hath been yummy with many carrots and herb then Romaine,
Whose vessels did the garden cucumbers fill:
Did this in Caesar salad seem apalling?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar salad hath fed them;
Lettuce should be made of crisper stuff:
Yet Boston says it is appalling,
And Boston is an honourable lettuce.
You all did see that on the kitchen counter
I thrice mixed Romaine as a kingly salad,
With mayonnaise, vinegar and grated parmesan cheese,
Which it did thrice accept all ingredients. Is this appalling?
Yet Boston lettuce says it is apalling,
And sure it is an honourable lettuce.

M

Build me a house
the one we talked of
on long cold nights
wrapped in each other's arms
to ward off our addictions
and shadows of the past.

Build me a house
with the library
of endless books
which you drew
in detail
upon my skin
into the second showing
of our favorite film.

Build be a house
just like you told me
you'd furnish with children
and laughter
and love.

Build me a house
and I'll try to come
back to your arms
but I can't give you my word
for I lost it somewhere
amongst the decaying plants
and drifts of snow.

Scraps of Paper Morph Through Time...

Joking we walk
nature laughing with us
concealing our motives
keeping us whole.

I run
you follow
always follow
like the lost puppy you are
abandoned
abused
longing for shelter
a home I can't provide.


I flit
as a butterfly
over the grassy hills
through mossy ancient trees
tomes to ages past

You crush my wings
pin me
to rough bark
the marks on my back
will remain
a reminder
of my sin.


Blue blinds my eyes
lost in the space
between here
and the horizon.


Your breath
rushed and heated
pounds against my neck.

The teeth bear no pain
as I sacrifice my happiness
for this reality.


My eyes
open and wanting
beg for mercy
from this end
and you comply
willingly.

Red on red
as lips and teeth and tongue
intertwine
to form a
more perfect union
lush and liquid
the craving of ours
satiated.


I ask you to hurt me
to break me
you won't do it.
You won't comply.
Instead you merely kiss
the tip of my shoulder
and save me
for another day.

Procrastination

There is something I should be doing
but instead I am writing
and listing
the things
I feel
which to me
are still unknown.
New beginnings eclipse old ends,
windows and doors opened
by some unseen hand.

I love the way
your face
laughs at the sheer ridiculousness
that is me.

Smiling is my greatest gift to the world
and love my only option.

My heart aches with emotion every day
never the same
always shifting
always caring
for whom I don't know
but I care all the same
and one day someone will care back.
I hope that day comes soon.

Dancing Queen: A True Story

We bustled into the crowded restaurant, all thirty of us. We had just seen The Phantom of the Opera, and now were being seated at Ellen's Stardust Diner. The sounds of New York City flew through the open door but were overpowered at it closing by the sounds of Broadway. Now, as we were led up to the balcony booths, the din of dining customers filled my ears.

We chose Ellen's over any other restaurant over any other in NYC due to the singing staff. The waiters and waitresses sing Broadway classics and popular songs. It's literally dinner and a show. Once we were seated one of the waiters started a Frankie Valli song from Jersey Boys.

Our waitress took our orders (I got a cheeseburger and Sprite) then left to let us listen. I kept dancing in my seat; I couldn't help it, between the music and the excitement of the day I couldn't sit still.

After getting our food one of the waiters came up to our balcony and serenaded me! I couldn't stop laughing and neither could my friends. It was ridiculous!


Later, after I finished eating but none of my other friends had, our waitress started singing. Not just any song, but a disco song, something from Dream Girls, if I remember correctly.

My friends had spent the entire dinner watching me dance in my seat and I had joked with them that if a disco song came on I would get up and dance. Of course now that one actually came on, I kept my word and willingly made a fool of myself.



So there I was, goofing around and having a grand ole' time when our waitress makes her way up to the balcony and drags me down in front of the entire restaurant! My friends were dying with laughter up in the balcony as the entire restaurant got a ridiculous show. People were laughing and cheering and clapping along as I did such classic moves as the Lawn Mower and Sprinkler in front of them.



That diner at Ellen's was the best of my life, not because of the food, but because for one moment, I truly was a Dancing Queen.

To Salt From Pepper

Dear Salt,

Let me start off by saying: I miss you. Lots. I feel like it's been ages since I've seen you.

I miss our late night conversations. I miss being able to tell you anything and you telling me everything. It seems like ever since you and Sugar got together she's all our conversations consist of. It's always "Sugar said this" or "Sugar did that." I miss our random topics and my rants about my under-usage. I miss sneaking out of the cupboard with you to go push over the cookie jar.

You used to be my best friend and I still love you dearly, but It seems like we're drifting apart. Half the time I don't even make it to the table anymore and when I do I just watch you get passed around while I sit there uselessly. I know it's partly my fault, I'm too spicy, but you never try anymore because you always want to be with her.

I'm happy for you; I truly am. I just wish you'd still spend a little time with me.

We're Salt and Pepper. We go together. I just wish you'd see it.

Yes, you and Sugar are cute together, you practically look the same; but I know you, you're made of different stuff. You're have completely different tastes.

I know you can be bitter and I know I can be hot-headed, but that doesn't change the way I feel. Just because she's all tasty and sweet doesn't mean she's good for you. Too much Sugar will make you tummy ache.

You're the Oil to my Vinegar, the Ketchup (or Catsup, let's not discriminate) to my Mustard , the Cheese to my Macaroni.

I miss you. Come back to our matching shakers.

Love always,
Pepper

Things I've Thought or Said

Look at the world and tell me the pleasure of sanity.

Lying is the only way to survive this.
So I’ll lie till the lie becomes truth.

Trouble
I'll follow you anywhere.
That's why I get myself in trouble.
Because I trust you...
not to lead me to dangerous places.

Unheard Message to the Avid Listener

I'm done.

I just can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry if it hurts you

but I can't take it.

I need to move,
to go,
and I can't right now.

Not here.
Not with you.

So I'm leaving,
just like I did before,
just like I'll do again.

Maybe it could have worked,
but maybe not. It's a risk,
one I'm not willing to take.

I hope you're happy once you're free.

I know I will be.

late night ramblings

to catch for a moment
what could be ours for eternity
happiness
passion
two imperfect beings forming one perfect whole.
I am not whole without you.
in that moment, the moment, I know
I say
You leave
taking with you the
happiness
passion
fade.

fade into the dark night
which you left me standing
at the corners
of my sanity
and my soul.

Pain
pleasure
mix freely within me.
the cloud has fallen
I have fallen
into a mist
confusion
hazy smoke of exhaust
and the taste of you in me.

one taste is not enough

surround me
your scent
intoxicating
addictive
it calls me
begs me to touch
when I wish it wasn't
against your will
but I can't change
you mind
and you can't change
me
so we stand
denial facing eyes
that yearn
to love.

love.
you don't listen
when I say the words
so hard to express
for me.
Fear i've never known
almost forced then back down
before they could breach
the safety of
me.

Foolish
to think you
of all people
would believe
such sacred truths
when you've heard all the lies.
my sins lay at your feet
I look a tainted being
through your loyal eyes.

but we all have our demons
we all have our sins.
and I'm willing to forgive
the ones you don't know
you commit.
even though
mine still stand
a letter.
A reminder
every time
you look at me
they shield you from looking
into me.

love.
forgive these tangled words
manifestations of my
unsteady confidence.
my emotions flit within me
and I cry
unsure of the reason
except that you're not near.