Saturday, February 27, 2010

We Write

Jotting anecdotes,
from days of yore.
Memories we wear as coats,
leave you sore.

Inland... isolated,
growing waters surround us.
Quicksand's elated,
sinking, no time for fuss.

I write,
with your light,
you write,
from my height,

we write.

Friday, February 26, 2010


You live within, without a soul,
feeding on the air I breathe.
Suckling my serotonin is your goal,
burying fear, on that day you'll leave.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Orange Rectangle

I closed my eyes. I saw colour. A tiny orange dot. I thought it may have been the light protruding my eyelid. I then covered my eyes with my palm. The orange dot slowly got brighter and bigger. A rectangle of orange. I don't know why, but I, quickly opened my eyes. The magic dissipated. I wanted it back. I closed them again. Nothing. I thought to induce it and stared into the 100 watt globe. I closed my eyelids again. Nothing.