Among the leafless Evergreen,
Laid down a hairless fox.
His eyes deep green and ears pulled back,
He was a happy fox,

He was alone.

For years to come, the vile picture will remain nailed to the yellow wall, torturing the eyes that pass it.

That's about my mommy. If she were alive today, I'd tell her I love her without crossing my fingers.

It takes a universe to hold you up,
But with my delicate shoulders and stubborn knees,
I resist your weight and cry with you.

My aorta burns for you,
My right atrium can not live without you.
Please, do not leave my inferior vena cava alone.

The bright brown birds wave to me and cock their heads to the side. Their is an invitation for conversation. our questions raise from our forms and flow to one another, crashing, and become nothing more than a jumble of sounds. Frightened by the clamor, the birds blink and flee.

Moisture from years long forgot engulfed OUR lands. When WE tried to fight back with deer skin and trenches, it washed all OUR hopes into the soil. The following day OUR Earth was rich and feed abundant. WE ate, since that day, vegetables with tears in OUR eyes.

Bigger branches break fall better.
The leaves leave colors, steadfast ad sure, behind for the weather to consume.
When living becomes hard,
The flecks in our eyes drink the gift leaves left us.
Naturally, they love to prove ther point.
For it is in thier nature.

I'd like to write a novel about our love, but it would be labeled fiction for its use of miracles.

Why not? My hair is an absolute mess, teased into two small braids hanging slightly above my breasts, and my shirt is asking for peace. Black stains outline my eyes and my cheeks raise to met them with a warm smile. An old orange bracelet lays limply around my wrist practicaly asking me to tear it from a life of unclean behaviors.(Undoubtably, I ( Read more... )

this one is for Ben.