The rain fell in semicolons that morning.
A small pattering and then a downpour,
Its vacillation was music to our eardrums.
All across my face were commas, marking tear trails
Which had long ago dried in the silence of sleep.
And in your eyes I saw the dreaded question marks
That I knew would come at dawn;
Should we have been more afraid?
What made us feel so empty?
Why did love
Sometimes hurt?
The ellipses poured out of my fingertips
As I brushed away your bangs.
My kisses were soft and punctuated periods
Across your forehead and nose and cheeks
Hoping to end the conversation, end the fear
In my heart.
I hoped that we could
The silence of the air is broken
by the stuttering symphony
of the clash of auto and road.
The once clear sky is whisked
with serene stratus formations.
In the valley of southern mountains
Our hearts clasp at the dream of destination.
A flannel-shirted fellow
sighs in his lullabies,
and hiking boot clad feet
patter at the wisp of his slumber.
Her sunny smile glitters
in spite of the looming,
grey peaks.
Simple joys of friends
and serenity
Paint our spring adventure
Fragile like glass, I hold it carefully
this little snowflake has a little Heart
Beating softly, carefully
It slowly floats within my cupped hands
As I stare at it in wonder and awe
Winter is such a beautiful season
Bringing ice flakes and a crisp breeze
Giving the earth a chance to recover
For a new rebirth.
Titani VoicesInstallment XXXII by Amanda-San, literature
Literature
Titani VoicesInstallment XXXII
I am the word of God.
My spine was first creased at baby Grace's
Christening,
When all I could see were the deep canyons
Of the priest's cheeks
Warmed by the heat of many candles
And smiling eyes.
I saw her marriage renewal, the day the crisp
Irish rain made my body weak,
But their hands clasped tight in a labyrinth
Of unity
I hoped it would one day save them
I embraced the thick leather of a suitcase
Many years too used
The mismatched socks and I held tight
As the waves tried to jostle us free
But I, I am the word
Of God
I will not be moved or
Redefined
The air felt too close one night
The dark too dark
The air too cle
I can't ask that you love me by Amanda-San, literature
Literature
I can't ask that you love me
I can't ask that you love me on your
First try.
Somehow it seems that I am perceived
As uncomplicated, as beautiful, as
Wise.
Don't let them lie
To you.
I cry when I'm scared, I don't laugh
When I'm alone
I am empty when I should feel full
Sometimes, I don't floss.
I mummy in my blankets so all I feel
Is the fabric around me
And not the absence in me
I couldn't define love if I tried.
I can only spell it-
And I see no "me"
Anywhere.
I am a fair weather fan when it comes
To sports
I only mountain climb in my dreams,
I burn toast every other slice and yes,
Fitting you into my life will be more like
Translating a dead lan
That Horrible Iron Smile by Leeyunpark, literature
Literature
That Horrible Iron Smile
The girl I knew before with that horrible iron smile,
With those chrome sets on ivory she wore for a long while;
Everyday at school, as a seat mate I'd taunt
This girl with metal stocks -something she'd never flaunt.
Titanium, Chromium, whatever consisted of these things,
Didn't seem to change how she bothered me through her irate mood swings
She never ran out of ways for her to torment and mess with me
The feeling was mutual; I'd constantly make fun of her as well almost endlessly.
But now, what a woman she is now, and what a woman she is indeed,
With those white sets made of chiclets as she'd smile and as she'd feed;
At some point
She has haunted my sleep for long enough, I fear-
My nightmares of ghost ships break the still night air
Too swiftly, too fiercely- the wound still stings.
In the night my heels and toes wander listlessly to the graves
Of those others have perhaps forgotten. I have not forgotten.
Fairview cemetery, Halifax, Nova Scotia.
The blank faced child, whom no one claims,
I fear has entered the end of life without the warmth
Of a mother's embrace. I would hold them. I would love them.
The graves climb the hill like cinderblocks, one pushing the other
Up towards some heaven
Some beautiful blue sky where their souls must lay
And though the
Flaccid eyes stare blind
Open barricades
Please the hateful mind
God's masquerade
The moral zeitgeist put in motion
Fearful masses wipe away all hope
The view of fabricated devotion
A falling world from the fractured rope
[CHORUS:]
Feed me your filth
Your depravity
The pain and lust you choose to ignore
No more the man
That lost divinity
You chose to extol your own pride
Brightly light shadows
The fresh blood runs cold
The burning meadows
Movement in a mold
Shallow oceans blanket the sun
Conflagrant water within trees
To prevaricate the one
Destroy the Earth's only disease
[CHORUS:]
Feed me your kind
And all your empt
There was a girl once born of stone,
Who stormed around the town.
Her cobbled feet ran through the streets,
Beneath her ballast gown.
Her hands were stony as can be,
Good stone for grinding flour.
But she'd been picking lemons, so
The bread came out all sour.
'Twas like vinegar in the mouth,
But with a citrus zest.
She also baked some scones but I
Won't bore you with the rest.
Her hair was white asbestos and
Her dandruff, it was chalk.
And when she opened up her mouth,
She spoke in pebble-talk!
Her words chattered across the floor,
They fell eloquently.
But putting them in order was
Quite hard to do, you see?
This girl was
It's easy if you try.
Start with the SMS;
Our broken hearts clog your inbox like an artery.
Block my number. Don't take my call.
Delete me as your Facebook friend
Because God knows it would hurt to see my status updates
Change temperature, like winter into spring
-to see me happy, again .
Well the thought must make you weep
Rearrange the furniture to how it was
Before I came;
Convince yourself I undid the feng shui.
Burn all the photographs, every pose we ever
Painted, trying to brush ourselves into
Life.
Wash every sheet we ever slept on,
Clean my toothpaste from the sink
Try and get out the stain of me-
It'll be the