The Way

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Careless storm,
Careless breathing.
Horridly magnificent raindrops, mixed,
solely with my blood, tears.

Careless storm,
white noise, they call it, never ending.
Don't shoot 'till you see the whites of their eyes,
I say shut the noise,
Soothe me with the chaos.

Contredanse,
Oh, sharp untuned blade, sustained.
Stab me with your subtle caress,
You careless storm.
fractured plastic, indenting,
Unknown contredanse.

And with your careless storm,
Careless pictures, hang.
painfully cleaned, untouched by hands.
They cannot sense your, stretched hollow.

Careless storm,
throwing tacks at my fingers,
You abhor the drowned dead.
So ignorant of thoughts,
Careless storm.

Teal @ 4:15 PM

Sunday, April 11, 2004

Open
to the shudder
of an incadecent bulb
smashing onto the floor

A ladder
thin
wirey, towers, with a timidly
dangerous angle
swing,
pressing your cheek to the bone
Rose colored pale.

Door knob turns
brassy stain
wind dancing
the door is open.

The door is open
and you bleed.
Drip.
Drip.
down your throat.
Shattered glass
drip.
drip.

Slow the door.
Shut the wind.
Bandage the light
Screw in the blood.
but still, a haunting
Drip.
Drip.

Teal @ 5:59 PM

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These are my poems. Written in my happiest and darkest hour. Wow that was corny. (tealytoo@yahoo.com)