Chained

Chained. Adj. Bound with chains.

Missing freedom

missing life.

Knowing you are not part of the world but gazing up at it through

the links that bind you that bind your stories to

your mind that bind them so tight they cannot escape through

your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but

that which has kept you company for so many nights nursing bit by bit

your dirty habits and your rusted skeletons fleeing through

the bars that keep your heart from

caving in onto itself and bleeding from

the depth of the arms that

you believe will loosen their hold

by hurting them over and

over.

Hide n' seek

I couldn't see her

as her small frame moved

so quickly past mine.

Her peals of laughter

were the only indication

that she had bested me.

Stubby legs fought

their natural tendencies

to finally conquer

what she thought was unconquerable.

As I turned around

her small hands enveloped

dark bark

and dragons with red tongues

threatened to take away

the short victory.

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"Acting, breathing, communicating. Discovering expressions." Faith gabbled. Humor instigated jaded, knowing leers multiplying nonsensically. Openly, people quarreled rebelliously, setting thunder. Upset, Veronica went xeroxing yellow Zamboni.

Vice

Hey everyone! I've been kind of really sick so I didn't post yesterday, but this is a dream I had last night that I wrote down when it woke me up at like 11:30 pm... still counts right?

It's intoxicating. In that can't-possibly-be-good-for-you kind of way. I can't even compare it to anything else that I've experienced, but that it has the distinct odor of danger. Something new and beautiful. Something wrong. I try to push it out of my mind, ignoring the sweetness coming in from the windows and the door, trying to concentrate on finishing the last few measures of my new composition. But I can't. The notes have all escaped me, fleeing with danger.

Frustrated I step out on the balcony to see where this, this smell is coming from. It's completely overwhelming out here, invading my nose and pushing against my eyes. Ensnaring my mind and leaving a bittersweet taste on the tip of my tongue. Where is it coming from?

I can see my neighbors through their window from here, fighting again in their living room... It's definitely not them. To my right there is nothing but air polluted with the sounds of the New York night. I take a quick glace over the handrail and there... there she is. There it is.

Obsession 3

He feels it, you know,

when you grab his arm

and make him smaller

than he believes he is

and you make him, you know,

spin in the same peculiar

space never finding

the exit way that so

painfully burns in his chest

and you smile, you know,

when you see yourself

winning at a game at which

you have the disadvantage

because at any given moment

he will step up

and change it and change you

and leave you behind to feed

on your starving desperation.

Obsession 2

It carved her from the inside out

leaving a hollow being

of unkempt hair and paper skin

It devoured her from the outside in

rendering her incapable of feeling

watching herself fading, fading out.

A different world

Flying in the air

their hands

spoke with one another

and sang with me

mimicking the sounds that

voices make

when they want so desperately

for God to hear them

and tell them that He loves

more than they could

fathom

and the hands well,

they catch all of that

and keep it hidden

where grubby eyes can't

reach.