Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Castle in Autumn

She stands desolate,
Her towers crumbling to the harsh winds,
Flags no longer fly proud
of kings that descend from Arthur's knights.

Her foundations still stand
And yet, she is covered in moss,
Destruction at her door,
Left by him for another man's land.

Time surrounded her with a moat
And a guardian that sleeps
To serve and protect
Until Eros comes and wakes.

Autumn leaves pile up
Coloring her gray walls with red,
Waiting for a more worthy monarch
To conquer her ramparts worthy of Troy.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Happy Birthday!!

Don't forget to bring your poems!

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Blinking Lights and Think. "And that's the way it is"

Blinking Lights

Heady with the sound of the bass,
She turns to run from the laser beams
Purse in hand, hair askew, she flees.

The spotlight follows her out of the room,
It's brightness casting off her pale face
Installed to give her an ethereal glow and failed.

Dark circles accent her eyes,
Visible under the neon lights
Alternatively blinding and illuminating her way.

for Totally Optional Prompts

Think. "And that's the way it is"

I've been handed a blank sheet;
Told to meet paper and pen,
Given time and freedom
To answer, "Why?"


My brain tumbles and churns,
Grasping at an answer I already know
Yet have forgotten, standing motionless.

Because.. that's the way it is.

For Meme Express: "And that's the way it is" and One Single Impression: Thinking

Monday, March 30, 2009


Dark, Cold and Wet lives down where Light couldn't reach.
Limestone reigns all over the walls,
With Stalactite crowns, in Stalagmite thrones.
Here, Columns hold up arches that lead
Eventually to a Dead End or that rare Light.

Crude markings decorate Palace ramparts
Of a Hunter in mid-hunt running away from the game,
Darting behind sharp rocks and scattered bones
That have turned into Shadows with a thousand eyes
Looking and searching for a way out.

Moments flow and stop, measured in a broken timeline
Drawn by incapacitated limbs and ailing minds.
But Time drags out evidence with preserved Skulls
Kept with gemstones and diamonds dipped in Red Sand
That blinds.

For Totally Optional Prompt: Solitaire

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


I am running away
from the road that used to seem so long
littered with an endless stream
of everything.

Now the road
is a hallway, dark and gloomy
with nothing beyond and
all behind me.

Wall clocks that dwarf,
count off seconds.
It's hands eerie, reaching out
with the Reaper's scythe,

synonymous to the thump-thump
of my beating heart;
and I run, clutching my sides
up the stairs, the halls and
through the door. Still, it follows me.

Escape eludes me
as I scramble for the exit
that fades, dancing away
from my fumbling grasp.

It'll soon be too late.

For Totally Optional Prompts

Okay, so intersection...
This came up as I was running late for class. It popped into my head while running, *ahem* I meant brisk walking, along the hallways. And then I wondered: What if I tripped and fell and hit my head really hard on the floor? Will I die? It was quite a morbid train of thought, really.
So this was born -- Time and death. Both things we all can never escape. =)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

If only I had time

If only I had time
to write it down,
the words that elude me.

I had them right here,
surrounding, taunting.
Then. . .

For One Single Impression

How to Fall

I met a clown,
Halfway through the circus,
On stilts, smiling down

At me.
He asked, "Would you like
a balloon, perhaps?"

"No, thank you.
What I want is to climb
up your stilts and see as you do."

"Well now, little girl
let me consider!
If you fall, you'll be none the wiser."

So he jumped off,
gave me the poles
and said,

"Don't look down now!
Look far and wide,
to the mounts, the hills and countryside."

But I did, yes I did
look down
and fell.

For Meme Express