To the rhythms in my head, scatter for me now.

Writing a story about friendship, hearts that never broke and words twice spoken. Endless mind ramble stitched together with ink and twine. The tremble of water droplets as a memory shakes you to the core. She was snacking on a pretzel, he was stacking crumpets to the tick of a pocket-watch and I'll be the one munching on the kettle corn while spelling off arithmetic problems to the cricket I caught last summer. Little silver eye darling brought back from the corners of my mind, have a glass of water on the house. Maybe the white plastered walls will distract you from the shadows. Isn't it interesting how the evening fades and the balloons drift off into the clouds? I wonder how the words are spelt in ancient lands of gumdrops and summer lit banquets. Am I celtic to you? A collection of thoughts trails off like this, sometimes a catalog of quotes from my day to day life, others a echo of my memories. 
Locked away in plain sight where I know they're safe from prying eyes. I can slip away with a slight whisk of the spoon over baked alsaka. Flamethrowers are useful when the elk wander over broken glass. How did you expect the world to be written, is it a matter of meaning, purpose or importance? I think it's just the need to get the words out in the manner they were thought. Does one need to strive to perfect someone else's life with words of wisdom beyond one's own? Coherent sentences have no place in this realm of mine. 
I shout out my thoughts and mind, pure and simple. Do I need an ulterior motive other than to voice the ramble in my head? 
Clapping on the beach patio I brought back for this song. On a camping trip over the water. Just keep me awake, won't you? 
The words have gone silent now, satisfied to have found a place. Did I scare them off? I'm sorry, come back to me. No?

You smile

So here I am, 10 days away from being a year older. In the middle of Finals week. Finished Algebra 1 with  a grade of F. And who can I talk to? Not my mother, thats for sure.
I don't know. It's not that she's fairytale evil stepmother mean. But I'd rather not talk to her about my problems. Someone will get mad and someone will storm off. Who save it be I that storms off? Well I guess we both share storming off.
I don't feel like talking to my friends because it feels like I've done that a lot. Putting my burden on someone else's shoulder.
Am I desperately upset? No. But it doesn't make me happy either. Parents to disappoint.

Rivers flow and rivers ebb
find this ancient river's bed

So what am I in this world? Another person who lacks dedication? Sigh.

So what's this? should I meditate in the mountains as the hours pass by?
Time is going by.
And I need to capture it.

Locked in a jar of sand. Sand from a magic hourglass. But this sand doesn't move. It's to remind you that time is what you want it to be. Time can be fast. Or it could be slow. But it will only move at the speed you want it to move at.

Since I've brought this rambling set of words here I should leave them.

Ah, you want a poem? Who shall I write about? A princess perhaps?

"Princess in her own right, she wears a silver gown. 

upon her flowing hair she dons the royal crown.

Brought before you in this place,

her castle underground,

She lives and breathes her own pace

Her lips have never frowned.

The gown fitting, long and cool.

Her crown sparkling summers jewel. 

Can you ask her once to dance?

Lift her heart with true romance.

Watch the moon over yonder stars. 

Candles dance with fire. 

They whisper

of her heart

and ask of you

that you might part.

Never again

was she seen

almost like

that magic seam

has torn from the fabric of time.

Her eyes lack luster.

Her hair in disarray.

The crown growing dull.

The gown now faded grey."

Huh? But I just...

Ever heard the quiet


never saw the seen
make the river revolt
messing up the screen
make the numbers tumble
what did you want me
to hear the quiet
to ask for the scream

shrink-wrap
hear the crackle
where'd the war go
feel it falling
where's the snow

copper wires crossing
in all the wrong places
watch them twist and distort
wait where'd the words go?

In times of need they stand there
in times of need they bow
to conquer all the evil
to free you now

Ramble much?

Shocking

Fanciful Images upon the sky

This is a poem that I am writing for a contest.
It's about horses if you couldn't tell.

Shades now cast by the shimmering moon,

upon woven waves of silver grasses,

brilliant teals and vibrant blues.

As we made our way through the hollowed passes.

Our own pelts in silent hues.

Our solid feet free from heavy shoes.

Shadows hide us from her gaze,

As we slip between this escarpment.

Our mind and souls, having been set ablaze,

these leather girths, tattered, time has rent.

And this ice chilled dew, it clings to our slender legs.

Yet being one with the night, our spirits soon forgave,

The piercing touch it gave us.

We beget these thundering sounds,

beating, tapping, drumming. The solid ground. 

The moon is quite pleased of this rhythm we've found.

Graceful prancing in the blue light.

On sloping shoulders, it grants it's blessing.

The Moon, it slips, softly from our sight…

The storm is brewing,

the rivers rise.

And all this time,

we keep our mirroring eyes.

Upon the empty,

and darkened skies.

Among the clouds,

we catch glimpses of the past.

Hear our ancestors' hooves, strike flint to steel. We see the sparks they send flying.

We dance in fright,

 at these stunning sights,

our minds refused to believe.

that we too, 

begin our flight,

on this storming eve.

This is a link to the image that sparked the poem.

HINT: If you look between the two horses on the left you can see another horse in the clouds. It has what appears to be a fly-mask over it's eyes or something. You can easily see it's ears.

Image

Chance

Free from alterations,
the purest thought of my mind.
Written down with perfect rhythm,
Spoken now with perfect rhyme.

This time I wonder,
This time it seems.
Perfect for reasons,
I've yet to see.
This is the year,
To figure things out,
The blessings we're giving,
For peaceful,
Understanding.

I've been blown away by so many emotions.
And my eyes have been open,
to a new and marvelous world.

Slow down, slow down.
There is good in this world.
Miracles,
miracles,
I've seen them now.
Out of thin air it comes,
Move someone's soul now.
This is the heartfelt love,
I wish to know now.

This is the time for chance,
this is my time,
All will come,
All will come.

We are in a single bond,
better then before,
each moment that passes,
brings a tear...
a tear of joy to my eyes.

We'll receive the love,
We will share our love,
Bring the world closer,
ever closer to our love.

Words upon this screen,
I hope that you'll be seen,
in places of need,
trapped by their greed.

Free us from this chain,
we are free.
we are free.
Humans all the same,
we are free.
we are free.

Bold and Cheerful,
Hearts of gold.
Twisting, wringing in our hands,
But our story will go on,

Silence,
I love the silence.
the perfection of it all.
Can I bring hope to the lovers?
Hush now,
Silent givers,

Heard the news,
Slightly blinded,
by the blur,
of tears,
We will see,
we will see,
there is good out here.

Smile now,
cheer for us,
we will be the wonders,
Smile now.
we can smile,
smile.
words.
so jumbled,
yet clear.
burning tears,
burning tears.

My emotions run wild,
this is my sanity,
from the chaos that had held me.
Release me now.
Release me now.

I can fly in the clouds,
Say hello to old friends there,
Receive my hope.
receive my hope.
Thank you.
thank you.
thank,
you,
for this...
gift.


Feel the rush,
losing time,
but now I see,
that it is all mine.
I can be brave,
I learn to wait,
And relax,
just relax.
Find the peace and share it,
Comforting words and share it.
All your heart and share it.
Even if it's not yours to give.
There is a helping hand,
just give your thought.
and let it fly,
up to the heavens now.
It seems so easy,
now you try,
And I'll hold your hand.
There we go,
a pleasant smile.
a thought of surety,
Or better.
Or better.
I'll give this or better.


Let's help each other,
what's meant to be,
bring the smiles,
to others.
bring the tears of hope,
to others.
We will make it through this,
Thank you for holding my hand.

More clutter.

Eyes dry, painfully so.
Feel like the desert is closing in.
What can you do about it, little girl?
Nothing more then grin.

Seems like it sometimes.
Make it the words
that you need to remember
Finding the echos of the worlds that you knew
maybe it'll all get better.

Dancing through all the fears
and the work
Skipping a job here and there
Losing your grip,
falling to the earth once again.

Distractions like the wind and sun,
Little brothers who love to run
I'm closer to the edge
now

it seem like forever
and it won't be the same
when you look to the heavens
and you find somebody to blame
and there so many stories
that you wish to tell
and there so many places
that you could set sail

to the ocean
to the tides
you'll always
be mine

and there is so many
things to do
that there is always
stories for you.

And the ocean, touches the sea
make it perfect
just for me
the sweet sand
beneath my feet
you'll remember
just to be.

Cleaner waters
don't be mad
if you had to
be sad.

Watch the ocean
the horizon
feel the moments

We wait for so long in this dream of ours,

A place that we've known.

These memories shocking and brilliant light,

Closer to the many places we've flown.

The birds are like eagles tonight.

Here our words are unspoken.

The rhythm and the rhyme?

Hollow caution we all take,

Ending in this little town besides the lake.

But you wish for the best, 

Little pieces that can bind.

In this world we do rest,

Newer are the many places to find.

Do you remember this time?