Droids

Searching, through alleys
And locked doors
You don't check behind it
Moving along
You feel like you'll search
Forever
and never come close
Grasping air, wisps of hyperspace
The ones you do find
Aren't the Droids you're looking for.

Robot

I'm losing my slight grip on myself
Melting at my seams
I'm not sure when the Crack appeared
nevertheless it did
it grows bigger almost everyday
soon I won't remember my name
soon I'll be just like the rest
A Robot
Oiled and kept shiny for patrons
Mindless to all but work
Soon I will enter their ranks
be sucked down into the bottomless pit
Try as I might to rise above
My foot is caught in the sinkhole
The wool that covers me is white.

Happiness

Happiness is the hardest emotion to catch in words
Even harder to catch than those Droids you were looking for.

Happiness is harder to find than the end of the rainbow
always one step ahead
if you look to hard you miss it.
like losing your keys, to find out they're in your hand

when you find it, dont let go
as elusive as a black unicorn
hold on, but not too tightly
happiness is skiddish

Benjamin found his happiness in Cheryl
may they live long and prosper

Faded

And so, she fades
Slowly, right before you eyes
Melting into the wallpaper
Becoming one with the parchment
No one notices her anymore
She was the last to see herself
Before she wilted
Soon she will be completly paper
Curling at the edges
and yellowing with age
Then someone will tear her down
Or paint over her
And she will be no more

Whiskered Roses

It's different for you
Than it is for someone else
For them it might be
Raindrops on kittens
Or whiskers on a rose
And you think they've got it backwards
But perhaps
They have just stepped out
Of the box that contains
Your imagination

Cocoon

Shrouded in wisps of white
All seems well
But He cannot see beyond

Under Her self made cocoon
She is weeping

Sometimes softly, light as mist
Sometimes torrential, copiously drenching
Her skin.

He cannot see under Her wraps
Not wanting Him to see Her weep
She hides from His gaze.

He makes His way under Her shield.
Small holes appearing in Her cocoon.
Speckles of light sprinkling through.

He has made Her happy.
And Her face warms.

Rivers

The River is free
Running over the rocks,
Over the sand and twigs
Flooding up over banks
Everything becomes soggy

I wish I could run like the River
When I encounter rocks
I trip-nothing graceful
Or babbling about that.
The sand I walk across
Is littered with glass

The only thing we have in common
Is when the River floods
Rises up over the banks
And everything is soggy

My eyes do that.

The Most happy

I keep it for you
deep within the folds of my pocket.
when I take it out, it lightly tugs on my cheeks.
pulling upwards, slightly curling the corners
like a well used book.
Light as a butterfly,
but with the power of a tiger.
It can stop men in their tracks.
so it is to be used with care.
because you make me the most happy,
I keep it for you.

<3

The Sound

It's the sound you hear before the roar.
the generic ringtone that gets stuck in your head
you run. but that noise implies doom.
luckily you find a boat.
down the river you sail
one day you hear it.
from the shore, everyone hides.
until you notice the massive heap on the shore
that the ringtone is emitting from
you no longer have your warning.

For Dani.

When you Gotta Go..

for Dani-
The car shook, sending ripples across the rain smeared window.
Perhaps it was the power trying to come back on?
Expensive night vision goggles showed otherwise.
Where was the goat?
With a thud, its hindquarter landed above them.
With wide eyes they saw it, as it snapped the restraints
He left them, he left them
Trying to escape running to the nearest hut.
Cowering in the bathroom.
Screams were heard, tires were exploding.
The straw hut was blown down.
Exposing him, on the last throne he would ever rest upon.
Ironically scared shit-less of this impending doom.
No where to run now, from the jaws with banana sized teeth.
One last scream was heard
all that was left standing was the toilet.

The Two Towers

The battle has begun.
Rivendell cannot withstand the surge
Despite its deep rooted foundations
the strength within the towers proves almost too much
Barad-dûr and Orthanc both striking at once.

I do not have the power
to fight both the armies of Mordor and Isengard.
I cry for help, it rings on the air.
No-one it seems is coming.
The Dwarves care not for any world but their own.

Swooping down from the sky
it comes for my neck.
the sound of the Nazgûl as it closes in
reverberating through the air, the sound of fear.

He is all three of these
the WitchKing, Barad- dûr and Isengard.
And all three spell my doom.

The Human piece of toast

too scared to jump on three
you flew off the fence.
singeing your skin and hair.
They found you in the visitors center
They followed you into the kitchen
They figured out how to open doors.
in the control room,
you watched as others screamed.
Why didn't you move to get the gun?

A warning

Grass grows tall as Rexes
it is not wise to wander in it.
despite the need to frolic
it is not safe.
even though you are hiding
you are only hiding in your mind
they can see you.
they are all around you
even if you only see one.
there are at least two more that
you didnt even know were there.
so a warning for you,
stay out of the long grass

Sunlight

as the light plays on my finger tips
I ponder all things
this shade is a fence
keeping me out of the world
it's time to break free
and let the sun in.



For Shaine

Mother

striving to be my best
thinking I've made it
but you knocked me down
I built my alphabet block tower up
it almost reached the ceiling
then along you came
the bully of the nursery
kicking it over
with malice

but I won't let my tears show
not here, strong willed
I won't cry until later
streaks painting my face
like the brush strokes on canvas
this is a sad portrait
the gray of my world
reflecting through my eyes

just one more time
one more to add to this list
the list of ways you've hurt me
I was young and needed guidance
a fawn lost in the woods
you left me there
to fend for myself

Struggling I found my way
finding that I didn't need you after al

Not my cup of tea

Crashing in
he bursts through the barrier
bits of plaster flying through the air
screams ring out
red splashes everywhere
some children are crying
parents are angry
this is the 4th time this week
and all he can say is
“OH YEAH”

The beggarly life of the college student

I opened the fridge again
knowing full well it wouldn't change
food wouldn't magically appear
no matter how many times I wished it.
There is some butter
but by itself its just so plain
and messy
stomach growling, I have reached new lows
by eating the condiments
closing the fridge, I walk away
only to come back and check again
in ten minutes.

Ode to Cheese

Where would my day be without you?
You make the day complete
I would have the masses screaming around me
if not for you
turmoil, inner and outer
from the most holey
to the most complete
as white as the light
and as orange as the sun
soft as fleece sheered from a sheep
but as hard and sharp as a fall on concrete
you instantly add life to a plain cracker
transforming it into a edible plate.
I would just like to say,
thank you.

Confection

Prisoner to the ground
exploring the crisp green night
I fall elaborately into the fire
life is too fast
perhaps the light is drunk
porcelain petals heave purple
morning is my symphony.

The bus ride

Stuffed like sardines
some of us just as smelly
there were 30 of us
on a bus bound for D.C.
To sing and perform
for people who didn't really care
but were good at pretending
we had had three full buses
all equally stuffed
like Twinkies, only less edible
unless we ran into a T-Rex
little plastic screens hung from the ceiling
so we had some entertainment
but “there's something about Mary”
was the only movie we had
the only awkward part
was waking up in my
best friends lap.

The Golden M

No matter where I go,
You’ll always be there.
Your golden arches shining
You left the light on for me.
I’m always lured back
Against my will.
Forgetting the last time I was here,
Made my stomach turn
Like a merry-go-round.
So I tried to get away,
I went to France and England
To find something new.
But you were over there too.