Daily Archives: November 12, 2014

. All evidence aside, our dreams abide at times in tangibles, in frangible, fleeting things. Faith is the hand held high against the rain. Hope is the shared sky of wanting.   . (Faith is the substance of things hoped … Continue reading →

Happiness has a violent roar. – The Fray . The scar -city of laughter is fleeting, pleading for something less than the shock of its own loud skin. We sing in syllables of savagery and silence, teeth barred, doors unchained. … Continue reading →

. It’s a tangible mass …………………………stuck deep in her chest, formed of unshed tears ………………………………and stolen breath. . Prompted by Poetic Asides.

Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere -Owl City, “Vanilla Twilight” . My plumage was recently rendered useless, wing beats muffled by dull coloration and lack of adaptation. Perhaps I shall drink deep of moon -shine poured into nightjars, conjure … Continue reading →

.. The moon was just full, did you hear? Not super, or eclipsed, mind you. Just fat and sassy, a constant dot caught in all that inky black. She’s waning (gibbous), ribless, erased perhaps by stardust and lack of interest, … Continue reading →

. The phone won’t ring, and she’s a princess in waiting (towerless, powerless, a stranger in her own skin). Should she just let the dragon in? Perhaps he has some fiery song worth holding on to in all this violent … Continue reading →

.. Their murmur -ation comes just in time for our tum -bled hearts, our quiet stops and starts and preoccupation with the rain. Their strains of song are just right for this scattered, shattered moment, even when our own are … Continue reading →

.. And Mama’s sunflowers, sun dials that curve their shadow along the wrong corner. All this light and no one sees nor seizes the day. Tick tock.Tick tock.Tick -ed off at the clock. See, I’ve got this incessant need for … Continue reading →

.. When sound waves and the world saves itself for less visible things, we sing in cold breeze and gravity’s law -less sway. The future’s cloaked herself in night, starless dark enslaved by one thought caught on tomorrow’s stealthy tail. … Continue reading →