Lyetur

The sunset is lovely as it creeps out of the sky, It’s rays warm my skin, the air floats idly by. Reds and golds from the forest down below, Stretching outward, away, their leaves aglow. A juxtaposition of forest and sea Meet at the horizon, joined they’ll never be. My feet dangle, my hands upon my lap; A breath, a sniff, a scent of musty sap. Upon this crack, this break in the purity of the land This cliff, this valley, half given to make sand. A metaphor for my existence, the forest and the sea, I’ve reached my pinnacle, this is what I will be. Living below the forest is my memory, A day, a week, a month, a year, standin

I’m making a movie. Every day, a new one. I have no scripts, or props. I have no studio, or artists. But I have an A-list star. My eyes are my camera, My ears are my audio track, And there is one direction, They are always pointed; At my A-list star. Sometimes my lens gets fogged, And the picture is blurry. Sometimes the audio is empty, And the sound is silent; From my A-list star. Whenever I uncover the lens, To my camera eyes The opening credits play, The title scrolls past, For my A-list star. Who is my A-list star? Who are my cameras on? Who makes the movies I write? Who speaks the audio track? You. My A-list star.

Warm water surrounds; A reminder, a ritual; Solace and succor; In the urban simplicity. Wetness envelopes; Memories of spring rains; Dry deserts billowing; Childhood walks down Burbling streams. Vast expanses known; Salty sprays sprinkling her face. The taste equals her tears. Soaps, and lotions; fluffy towels prepared; Cotton robe, absorbing; She is ready. Her tail flicks; catching on the sharp rocks; A short moment; Compared to the long years. Pain against agonizing screams. Cool water surrounds, warmed from within; Her tail will flick no longer; Tear stained face; The message.

Hold the torch over your head; Look past your feet, with dread; Staring down, you only fall so far; Before your heart stops with a jar. Having walked the path once before; Bleeding, broken, you sealed the door; Long ago, you traveled away; Your path brought you back this day. Face it again; the suicide of love You scream at the heavens above; Flickering flame held your only light; The yawning abyss you can’t fight. Falling, twisting, clawing with fear; Howling dark whispers in your ear; Truth heard, you have no salvation; Darkness crushes your determination. Warm to cool, dropping, as time ticks; Cool to cold, weightless as bricks;

Can you refill the vessel, Or does it just run dry? How long until you’re empty? Are the limits of your heart finite? Perhaps you use a ladle? For others to drink their fill. Do you spoon the contents? Shower it like a warm rain? When you’ve been broken, Does the caring leak out? What can stop the flow? Can it be renewed? What of the despair, Crushing you as you cry? Do you hear your bones splinter? Will you stand again?

Lies. Yes, I’m a dirty liar. I lie. To the one person who; Should never hear a lie. Me. Fear. Yes, I’m afraid. I’m scared. Of losing something that; I value more than life. Me. Alone. Yes, I’m lonely. I’m alone. Facing the world which; Doesn’t know who exists. Me. Frozen. Yes, I’m cold. I’m freezing. The chamber was melted and; Released it all. Me.

I stand at my door; my gaze a stare. At what used to be. Protected and private; soul laid bare. My sanctuary. Empty, alone, the shreds of my life; I hid from it here. Sadness creeping, my mind filled with strife; Urged to disappear. Comfort and shelter, I sought in bed. The world kept at bay. Sheet pulled up; pillow under my head. Ignorant I stay. The safety has been snatched; new and changed. My stare reminds me. Landscape of my bed; now rearranged An ocean I see. Mattress threatens to swallow me whole; Its edge I cower. Less territory; no more control. Withdrawn; my power. Formerly silent; my heart now screams. Shelter of ice gone. The

The ice masks the pain It freezes the wounds, the myriad cuts of hurt The ice keeps time still. Stark cold block surrounds the Prize. It has no suffering There is no anguish No longing or wanting Frozen water keeps it safe The Prize knows nothing of agony, or affliction Buried deep, hidden far from all Protected by it’s Guardian. She prowls the caverns sightless and immortal Blindness keeps her pure The Prize is her Life. For all covet the Prize but none wish to possess it. Eternal, never ending Longing for the Prize. She does not remember When the Prize called to her Only that she answered, on bended knee she gave. Her blade, he

My eyes have been opened; No more will I miss what stares at me. Why did it take so long? Was I in hiding? or did I choose to deny? Then and now, The time between is the difference. Then, I could go days Now, I can barely go a minute. I lay still, unmoving My breathing slow, regular As the sleep steals over me I know what dreams may come. I no longer fear the nightmares. You have replaced them.