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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.
Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.
A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
and thinking without knowing...
all of the things
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.
You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
I can't love you.
I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.
Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.
Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me
You're my kryptonite
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.
We aren't meant to be together
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink
A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend
You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved
You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
Living a Dream P13"Doctor?"
He jumped up and pressed his face against the bars, trying to see who was in the cell next to him.
"Hannah, is that you?"
But it wasn't Hannah staring back at him from the other cell's bars.
"Doctor, it IS you! What are you doing here?"
She looked a lot younger than he remembered, "Never mind that, what are you doing here?"
She smiled her patronizing little smile, "Looks like neither of us is going to tell the other how we got here. Question is, how do we get out?"
The Doctor paused, "Well I've got a friend..."
River looked around, "I don't see them anywhere."
"That's because she's probably being tortured as we sp
Living a Dream P12The Doctor struggled as the guards began to drag him out of the room, "No! Stop! What is this? Where are you taking me?"
Delven laughed, "Your cell, Doctor. Welcome to our Stormcage facility. I hope you find it welcoming."
They pulled him down a white, clean corridor and into another; this one was made of concrete and had the look of a factory about it. All along one wall of the corridor were cells- each one was occupied with criminals from various times and species. The occupants stared- it was obvious that they recognised him. Finally, the procession reached an empty cell and pushed him in. The Doctor threw himself against the bars, scowl
Living a Dream P11The bar was silent as Fenn marched the Doctor back towards the door- even the music had stopped. The sight of the legendary Doctor being marched off in handcuffs inspired some admiring looks aimed towards Fenn. Jack ran up to them, walking alongside them. He whispered to Fenn, "Fenn, what the hell are you doing?"
"My job, Jack."
"You can't just take the Doctor into custody!"
"Can't I? You're out of the agency- you're in no position to question me."
Jack pulled out a gun and pointed it at Fenn's head, "What about now?"
Fenn, in turn, pulled out a gun of her own and pressed it against the Doctor's back, the guilt of her actions flashing ac
Living a Dream P10They stepped into the bar again, this time wary of potential enemies, but things seemed to have settled down- the mess was being cleaned up, there was no sign of the Judoon, and the Sontarans had all left to chase an imaginary TARDIS which was right back where they started.
The Doctor whispered to Fenn, "If we split up, we'll get more information. Just don't go too far, d'you hear me?"
She nodded and immediately wandered off into the crowd. The Doctor spotted a group of Vinvocci and walked over to them- he figured he might as well start off with a species he was friendly with. Sort of.
Half an hour later, having found no leads, the Do
Living a Dream P9Suddenly, a scuffle broke out further into the bar, and a terrified scream rent the air, "DOCTOR!"
They swung around- Hannah was being pulled out of the bar by a group of Judoon. Fenn swore- they hadn't noticed that Hannah had wandered off. They ran to follow the Judoon, but heads were turning in the bar- a group of Sontarans marched towards them, shouting, "At arms! It's the Doctor!"
Jack ran behind them, and saw the Sontarans prime the guns. "Doctor! RUN!"
The Sontarans fired, and explosions erupted all around them. Fenn glimpsed Hannah through the haze, being pulled into a rocket by the Judoon, "HANNAH!" She yelled, and tried to follow,
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