Needlepoint

Echo within a needle

My voice drips down slowly

Alone, I am laying here

With time my biggest enemy

And only friend

This pain in my leg

Holds me hostage

And I am afraid

Of the needles, the pain, the confinement

Feel out of routine

And the walls look perfect for climbing

But my leg and the pain

The days echo within needles

Jammed into my stomach

Hours drip away in I.V.

And I lay here, waiting

Wishing to touch the night sky and taste the sun

Held hostage to this pain

The infection has taken over my tongue

Until I am left growling and snapping

Even at my shadow

Laying here, I watch the ceiling engulf me

Echoing in needles

My voice slowly drips away

Until the only sound is beeping and my fracture breath

Sleep on the Moon

Dreaming, dreaming this world will find me curled up tucked away within a bed so soft soft soft that I could build my dreams from the feathers and do a test flight to the moon every night you tell me I am silly I am lost like a babe wandering around around aimlessly in the forest or this forest of concrete buildings and roaring cars and I tell you I am looking for my voice but every reflection is distorted and I can never quite hear myself say hello in a rearview mirror dreaming dreaming you will find me dancing lingering along the edge of the water teetering teetering with every breath of falling in and sinking deep deep down into your empty words and drowning within your open hand and I tell you the price of your help is far greater than the starving for help and you call me silly silly that I should stop dreaming dreaming of this world being better and accept the concrete and constant traffic but I am too free within my mind to live in your birdcage of empty promises but I will build myself wings with mismatched lines and unusual solutions then maybe maybe I can finally sleep on the moon

Today is a Love Song

Today

Is a love song

For parched lips

Thirsty

I crave the sunlight

In a cloudless sky

Drink slowly

The light caressing my face

Smiling

I remember yesterday

In tiny beads of sweat

Dancing at my temple

Laying in the grass

I will trace

My outline in the sky

With tongue

Tomorrow

Is a faithful friend

Waiting for me

Hands open

Welcoming

Fingertips caressing

Each passing breeze

Today

Is a love song

For parched lips

And thirsty smile

Struggles

World rests in palms

Like fresh snow

Light powder are our struggles

Stirring within a breeze

Dancing along fingers

Until falling falling over palms

How fragile

We have become

Shattering in small flakes

Matting our thighs and arms

Looking looking up

Searching the clouds

For our outlines

If only we could fly

Then maybe we could

Shake off our struggles

Eat down your troubles

Until the pain freezes

Into tiny ice teardrops

Watch them dwindle dwindle

Along your cheeks

Hold the world

In your palms

Like fresh snow

Stirring with every breath

We are waiting, waiting

For our struggles to melt away

And finally learn how to fly

Casual

Let the rain

Dictate tears

Slowly slipping

From half opened eyes

Caught in the shadows

Night skies stretching

Over the horizon

Wanting to tangle

Fingers and hands

Within outline of a stranger

Pretend to be strong

Find beauty in their ambiguity

Followed them home

Leaving their story outside

To smoke a cigarette

While borrowing them

Holding their shadow close

Enjoying not knowing name

Let the rain

Dictate these tears

And a stranger’s voice

Becomes the sweetest lullaby

Drifting away

In the middle of the night

Pretending to be strong

Finding beauty in a stranger’s ambiguity

Tomorrow

Tomorrow lingers on my fingertips

Smudged black ink as I flip through the memories

Hovering over faces and names

That have become foreign to my tongue

I can remember the laughter

Tucked in each crease

Until I am falling within each broken loop and letter

How easy it is to forget

And how much easier it is to remember

Tripping over my shadow

I watch the sun slowly set

Holding the last ray of light close to me

As if I can capture hope

Weekly Theme #8-Freestyle

Well.. I have reached another freestyle week.  So enjoy the randomness, while I prepare the next theme.