Green took my eyes
And made them real,
Gave me breath and love,
Put to long rest
My nerves of steel.
Tormented by fear
Grown strong with rage,
Green led me forward
Where times were good,
Tears outpaced by age.
There goes the child
Who almost never was
No longer lost
But barely found,
Green outshone the flaws.
- Written on May 21, 2012
One was heir to be
if but two by sea.
And the King, he did beam
a magnificent gloom.
For this day his two sons
would fight ’til the end,
while excitement
swam all through the room.
You see neither contestant
was told of the stakes
and neither was told
that his foe
was blindfolded and gagged
and then handed a blade
that could cut right through
metal and bone.
But each brother glowed with confidence
to make his dad proud,
as the King shouted, “Now, son.
Strike the man down!”
And under his breath came a chuckle
For he knew that the victor
would seal his own fate
and be crowned.
They ran straight at each other
with impending doom.
Just as two twins
might be expected to do.
And they both struck in unison
Just one fell swoop
Each brother’s head severed
and the heir,
an heirloom.
- Written by Mr. T on April 7, 2012
Could there be a darker place?
To fall between the shadows
Slip away from the cracks of sun
Intent to reach the inner core
Where blackness envelopes the circle
Stifles the breathing air we crave so -
To creep and feel our way through
The stringy webs and bar dung
Enmeshed across these slimy walls
Designed to ensnare and slow us
Where the bravest souls dare not go
Under watchful eyes we stagger through -
To search the jagged tunnels
Find the answers for what’s below
Curious to see the ending
Where the coldest pools blanket the stone
Drowns the noise we struggle to shut out
To locate the calm centered
Wrapped in shells of creepiness
The temple for peace and solace
Hidden in the maze of trial
Where we must go to find our lost selves
Reclaiming our true natures in here.
- Written by Miss A on January 18, 2012
Where ya goin’ honey child?
Down that dead end street
To da no-life spot
Shadowed by emptiness
Glowin’ bright from a broken streetlight
Who ya gonna talk to?
‘Bout dem ghosts and whispers
Floatin’ tru da bedroom window
With da slice of moon
Glowin’ bright as dat broken streetlight
Why you think it’s gonna change?
That dead end circle
Goin’ round to nowhere
Lost in the darkness all but
Glowin’ bright under dat broken streetlight
Well dere ya go tryin’ to escape
Runnin’ past dem ghosts
Hissin’ out your name
Stranded on that graveyard road
Glowin’ bright below dat broken streetlight
- Written by Miss A on January 10, 2012
Long and glistening,
Cold, pointed steel
Stretching forward
To gaze upon one
With a piercing stare -
Intimidating,
Scalding reflections
Seared with fiery powers
Bold enough to split
The weaker whole in two,
Slice brittle skin,
To kiss the warm red
Blood that surfaces
Free to escape
Drip and flow where -
Kissing the shiny blade
Before it runs away,
The cutthroat weapon
Sharp enough to kill
Whatever vagrant
Steps across its way.
- Written by Miss A on October 28, 2011
If you’re gonna go outside today, you better put a jacket on.
It’s raining frogs and cats and dogs and the sun is almost gone.
You’re better off just staying in, just go to bed and dream of sin.
Be sure to keep your jacket close, ’cause icy cold may wake within.
Don’t hold your tongue. Say what you will. Do what you want.
Swallow the pill. Surely you’ll feel your senses fill. Surely you’ll write the song.
But heed these words my little friend,
Your silver-lined dream is frayed at the end.
- Written by Mr. T on September 29, 2011
You could go this way, the little girl says, pointing left.
Or you could go that way, an old woman croaks, gesturing right.
No! No! You have to go in that direction! the adventurer exclaims,
tipping her finger toward the sky.
I’d really rather stay right where I am, the hermit yawns and rubs her tired eyes.
There’s a chance you might enjoy the view, if you take the risk and jump over there,
the dreamer smiles, motioning forward and straight ahead.
But you might find your answers here, a forlorn child begs,
pulling at you from behind.
I’m afraid you’re lost my dear, feet frozen to the icy block of ground
Unable to move until the fear and confusion thaws -
But when that fiery day will come, it’s hard to say,
And while you have the time to think -
You really ought to figure out where exactly you want to go.
- Written by Miss A on September 9, 2011
I’d like to run my fingers over the ocean
Touch the smooth curves of each wave
Bask in the sun dancing on the surf
Dive below into the deep
Enveloped by the cool, dark blue blanket
An endless stream of comfort, calm, quiet
A world in a world of its own
Where everyone lets you be, even the roaming sharks
Sharp noses pointed away as they glide above the sandy bottom
There is no wild rush, no greedy mob
Gunning to hunt me down amidst the coral reefs
Their stars stretched lazily across the rock of fame.
I’d like to curl my limbs into the cavernous shell
Intertwine my legs against its spiral wall
Lull my tired lids to sleep with the tonal echo
Still waters rocking gently against my frazzled skull
Wrapped in bubbles and soundless fish kisses
Hidden from sea level pressures
Lost in the world in a world of its own
Where no one cares who you were or what you have
Their drifting forms wandering along the ocean floor
Alive for the sake of existence, nothing more
The purest thoughts of the simplest life
Found among a million creatures dwelling in harmony
Because no one speaks a word.
Written by Miss A on August 29, 2011
Engine engine number 5
Will I make it out alive
Time is twisting turning softly
Doing all it can to save me.
Every atom on my side
Space tears open, open wide
Takes me in through great steel doors
As they flutter to the floor.
Hold on gently, fragile bones
Grinding, screeching, screams and cries
Bellowing from somewhere nearby
Far away through confused eyes.
Lay me down onto the stones
Blinding sun and searing knives
Bright red ribbons sin compassión
I am only one of many
This is only mine.
- Written by Mr. T on August 7, 2011
It creeped across my towel
Stepping lightly so it wouldn’t be found,
But alas I happened to notice
The wandering shell that made no sound.
Big, bulging eyes and long antennae
Swinging boldly from side to side,
They must have sensed my shadow
For the little bugger retreated swiftly to hide.
And there the shell laid perfectly still
Perched atop my soft cotton mat
While waves crashed down in the distance,
A pushy breeze blew the sandy beach flat.
I held my breath, spoke not a word,
Waiting patiently for bug eyes to reappear
Long, spindly legs timidly stretched forth
Hoisting up its front before lifting the rear.
Out popped the eyes scanning wildly around
Before so much as lifting a claw,
Then lumbering forward with its heavy home
Crept one of the funniest creatures I ever saw.
- Written by Miss A on July 31, 2011
