#musewriting

[dizzydarling-blog]

henceforth you will play sandstorm, i, hurricane.

we'll ravage coast and desert and not each other, because the rules (of nature) bounce our winds apart but I'll still be aching to take you in the midst of me and toss you wild into the storm and we can breeze together and leave "everything else" for wreckage.

[lesleysemel-blog]

To What Does This All Mean?

"The peak of the obsidian mountain swarms with red snow."

The red trickles down the mountian,

creating a path to the end.

But the end of what?

We can only know by joining the journey.

Taking that leap into the unkown,

the clustered forests of demons,

the dark caves of mystery,

where am I?

Lost in a world of mountain peaks,

when will I find mine?

When will I prevail?

Let us fly with no destination.

The sounds of silence flow as I soar.

I look ahead to the cotton ball cloud;

it awaits my arrival.

He knows I'm coming.

The threads entwtined create this whole.

Without starting from the bottom,

you will never reach the top.  

[lesleysemel-blog]

Poem from Nothing

Time seems to never pass.

I sit here and I don’t understand why.

My body is heavy just looking at the clock. 

The winds outside push through with a roar. 

They pick up so quickly and scream in my face.

As bullies they push, throw and thrash. 

Why can’t they leave me alone?

That’s the time of vulnerablity,

when you don’t see the postives and only the negatives.

The shine in my ring is faded,

creating a dusty green around my finger.

The dark marroon nail polish peels away like that of an old wall. 

I’m a tangled wire in this place called life. 

People walk by and don’t even notice.

The lights beam down and they still don’t look this way. 

On and off.

The light switch to my head is broken.