We see white as right
And yet, black feels warm to me in the darkness of the night E.G.G. |
Why go to the light
When people are near their death? Eyes close to darkness E.G.G. |
Anyone and Everyone
Drums and lilting voices
Beating gently or violently in my mind
Carrying me far away
Where only shards of this place exist
Thunder huddles in a corner
Confined to shadows, afraid of the dawn
Laughter materializes softly
In the air, shimmering like hazy bubbles
A girl in a green dress twirls
In an empty field of sunlight
She turns and grins,
Looking into my face with happy concern
Because this paradise exists only in my head
When words and pictures replace reality
I build this fantasy world to find her,
That happier, dancing archetype of myself
For what are my characters but
Reflections of life, faux autobiography?
It is almost selfish
This self-exploration, this re-definition
The blinding spotlight of my pen
Focused upon my past
Slivers of raw, bloody emotion
Spun into pretty words
Those whose silence taught me to be bold
Those whose indifference taught me to be cold
The women who set my confidence on fire
In boosts and hugs and calling me a liar
The boy with a glint in his faraway eyes
The boy who learned not how to love but to lie
The girl with funky dreams and flyaway hair
The girl in the mirror with the vacant stare
I set them to rhyme and pretend
That maybe then they’ll make sense
The girl in the green dress, still twirling,
Reaches out her hand
It is a summons, a beckoning
An invitation to let go
Suppose this is my calling,
My reason for existence?
I write to calm my spinning mind
And maybe to unearth a kindred soul
Through this swirl of past regrets
There'll be a light in the fog
Not diminishing these flaws
But turning them into shining dew
Mingling with the hidden thunder,
A cascade of shimmering noise
Is there anybody out there
Anyone with this same sickness
Who feels more with words
Than with feelings themselves?
Lauren Hall
Drums and lilting voices
Beating gently or violently in my mind
Carrying me far away
Where only shards of this place exist
Thunder huddles in a corner
Confined to shadows, afraid of the dawn
Laughter materializes softly
In the air, shimmering like hazy bubbles
A girl in a green dress twirls
In an empty field of sunlight
She turns and grins,
Looking into my face with happy concern
Because this paradise exists only in my head
When words and pictures replace reality
I build this fantasy world to find her,
That happier, dancing archetype of myself
For what are my characters but
Reflections of life, faux autobiography?
It is almost selfish
This self-exploration, this re-definition
The blinding spotlight of my pen
Focused upon my past
Slivers of raw, bloody emotion
Spun into pretty words
Those whose silence taught me to be bold
Those whose indifference taught me to be cold
The women who set my confidence on fire
In boosts and hugs and calling me a liar
The boy with a glint in his faraway eyes
The boy who learned not how to love but to lie
The girl with funky dreams and flyaway hair
The girl in the mirror with the vacant stare
I set them to rhyme and pretend
That maybe then they’ll make sense
The girl in the green dress, still twirling,
Reaches out her hand
It is a summons, a beckoning
An invitation to let go
Suppose this is my calling,
My reason for existence?
I write to calm my spinning mind
And maybe to unearth a kindred soul
Through this swirl of past regrets
There'll be a light in the fog
Not diminishing these flaws
But turning them into shining dew
Mingling with the hidden thunder,
A cascade of shimmering noise
Is there anybody out there
Anyone with this same sickness
Who feels more with words
Than with feelings themselves?
Lauren Hall
Between Freedoms
The stars they stay in place
The twilight is our saving grace
When all the weary cares of day Shrink and hide and fade away
We wish and wonder for the dark Relief from daylight, much too stark
We hope and search for some conviction
That night brings end to our affliction
Then some dream about the dawn
Etchèd rays of sunlight drawn
Across horizons, wide and blue
Bringing out a world anew
Strange and wondrous thoughts of light
Erase the glories of the night It is sunshine that we seek
To conquer heroes, mend the weak
Ever divided, so it seems Between the lands of constant dreams
Those who look to choose between
Should choose instead to look between
To see that that which matters here Is never certain, never clear
But cycles turn and never cease
This we know, they bring some peace
Natasha Shannon
The stars they stay in place
The twilight is our saving grace
When all the weary cares of day Shrink and hide and fade away
We wish and wonder for the dark Relief from daylight, much too stark
We hope and search for some conviction
That night brings end to our affliction
Then some dream about the dawn
Etchèd rays of sunlight drawn
Across horizons, wide and blue
Bringing out a world anew
Strange and wondrous thoughts of light
Erase the glories of the night It is sunshine that we seek
To conquer heroes, mend the weak
Ever divided, so it seems Between the lands of constant dreams
Those who look to choose between
Should choose instead to look between
To see that that which matters here Is never certain, never clear
But cycles turn and never cease
This we know, they bring some peace
Natasha Shannon
Bottle-cap
A gaily painted
steel
Remora;
it grips,
with twenty-one teeth,
its host,
and must be dispatched,
by way of struggle,
before one may enjoy
its guarded store.
Steel
bends,
its grip loosened;
with a relenting
*pop*
its back
is broken.
Cast aside,
with hardly
a second thought,
it lies in wait,
patient,
for bare toes,
or uncovered knee,
to present
an opportunity.
Wilson Edens
A gaily painted
steel
Remora;
it grips,
with twenty-one teeth,
its host,
and must be dispatched,
by way of struggle,
before one may enjoy
its guarded store.
Steel
bends,
its grip loosened;
with a relenting
*pop*
its back
is broken.
Cast aside,
with hardly
a second thought,
it lies in wait,
patient,
for bare toes,
or uncovered knee,
to present
an opportunity.
Wilson Edens
LIFE IN A MASON JAR
air pocket
the size
of Ohio
colors sifting
and the
pretty ones
too with
names like
atomic tangerine blanched almond
bittersweet honeydew marigold stormcloud sunglow thistle the hexadecimal equivalents of a life all leaking together into sacramento state green cool and darkly and representative of a disremembered past a past of swollen arachnid kisses molten dreams a significant desire a want of substance towards the bottom there is a mass sand dirt clay silt rocks
Lauren Hall
air pocket
the size
of Ohio
colors sifting
and the
pretty ones
too with
names like
atomic tangerine blanched almond
bittersweet honeydew marigold stormcloud sunglow thistle the hexadecimal equivalents of a life all leaking together into sacramento state green cool and darkly and representative of a disremembered past a past of swollen arachnid kisses molten dreams a significant desire a want of substance towards the bottom there is a mass sand dirt clay silt rocks
Lauren Hall
double meaning
my loved ones
or an obscurity
macabre, the sound of laughter
the sound of a breeze
the sound of laughter on the breeze
instances of doubt and regret
floating towards an answer
precluded by cold fever
I wonder sometimes if it hears me
strangling that sense of right and wrong, that sense that everything is easy to see and to define
synonyms: obscure loss, floundering evanescence
the ideal of a passing, like fingers through a time or memories through fog
two meanings, two words, one mindset?
Lauren Hall
my loved ones
or an obscurity
macabre, the sound of laughter
the sound of a breeze
the sound of laughter on the breeze
instances of doubt and regret
floating towards an answer
precluded by cold fever
I wonder sometimes if it hears me
strangling that sense of right and wrong, that sense that everything is easy to see and to define
synonyms: obscure loss, floundering evanescence
the ideal of a passing, like fingers through a time or memories through fog
two meanings, two words, one mindset?
Lauren Hall