Give Me More

No.

You ask me not to read into what you say. To accept your words as what they are. To not make assumptions. But how can I not, when all you give is one word?

No.

I won't read anymore, if that's what you want. I won't read at all.

*sigh*

Every word, every sound has a meaning all its own. If you want to say something, use words. Don't leave it for me to guess what you mean. What you want.

*screams*

Even the silence, the places between words, holds meaning. Even the quiet can make my heart ache.

Tornado

Free me.
Make it stop, make it go away. Please?

I can't do it for myself. I won't. It's part of me. Intrinsic to my very nature.
But it slices deeper every time, until I'm hanging by a thread. And I'm losing my grip on even that.

I don't want to lose it. Don't want to lose that which was shared. That which I cling to so perilously. The ego, the hunger for love screams and kicks and bites. A childish tantrum. And I can't make it stop.

Won't make it stop.
Want it to stop.
Want it to stop, to leave me in peace, to quiet my soul, to let me find that one moment of calm.

Around me a tornado rages and I lose all control. Whirling, spinning, raging. Tearing everything down. Love, Hate, Pain. Nothing stands until it is gone. And then pain finds its way back faster, racing to the wreckage of my heart.

I love you. I want to not hurt you. To not hurt. But it seems impossible.
This sickness refuses to release me.

Do I have to choose?

Luna's Light

daughters of change
drink luna's magic beneath her light
dancing in a sacred circle
to the rhythm of their blood

warriors of sacred night
howling their rage like songs
diamond claws raised against the sky
like anthems of glory

Killers

This was written as a challenge, given a subject and a list of words that have to be used. It's a fun exercise, actually.

Subject: Tigers in the Jungle of India

Words:

1. Rock Salt
2. Candy Canes
3. Tomato Paste
4. Penicillin
5. Pewter


eyes glint like pewter caught in a shaft of sun
the creature hides amongst the blades of a fern

the men work nearby never seeing the great hunter
killer of men, the true king of cats

stalking, watching, ebon stripes giving camoflage
against lush fur the color of watered-down tomato paste

palm fronds like candy canes unfurling in morning's light
stir and sway as the giant moves closer to the camp

they hear the scream and come with guns drawn
leaving the cages that hold the unconscious cubs

all that is left is spilled rock salt stained with blood
the last of the supplies the victim carried

the poachers, fearful now of the striped death
open the cages and flee with their lives

Nepthys' Dreams

golden eyes lined with khol
nails tap against the glass
expectant
waiting for him to arrive

staggering through a stagnant stream
a cloud of gnats rises
a canopy above his head

she is lucky, she thinks
swathed in rich silks
every inch of it a flourish
bespeaking her honored place

serendipity, they said
when she fell upon
the necromancer's scythe

now she is his for eternity
waiting for him to arrive
to bring her the spoils
of his deadly obsession

One Word: Lavender

in lavender fields I race against time
purple blossoms sprayed around my footsteps like discolored snow
sweet aromas dazzle the senses and lull me

poppies .. no .. lavender will make them sleep

Untitled

In the recesses of mystery the voices swim
languid bodies flowing effortlessly
through a myterious fog

echoes of purpose find homes
in lovers' souls

whomsoever wishes to seek out their past
may find it hidden
wrapped within the caul of fear and pain

I cannot go where you go
nothing calls me there
and I will not tread where I am unwanted.