Scene 130: Rebirth

Touching down

with weary wings

flightless feathers

and wary fingers

ashes shedding

and embers molting

slowly heading

for new holdings

Scene 129: Beauty of the Night

Lights come up

eastern skies bleed

their orange and puss filled hues

drip their sludge

across the horizon

and the night

flees to the west

hopping from diamond to diamond

under the glow of the

white smile

Scene 128: Direction

Right now

Right then

Right past

what was left

when time stopped

what was freed

was our sense

of direction

On the Natures of Seduction

Your red wine against

Your pearl white wines shine with such

Intoxication

Scene 127: Adrenaline of Addictions

Embers of a warming pulse

pump through the veins,

tongues and teeth screaming false

spitting out of pains

fingers and needles in a deadly waltz

for beautiful, faux gains

Scene 126: Winter Salesmen

Innocence

in the form of a white winter morning

stained with blooming envy

and blushing love

of snow flowers

enveloped by the pressures

of rich

and verdant

wildlife

Scene 125: Toy Satisfaction

You would catch the fireflies

drinking their lights

and breathing the flutter

eating the star dyes

and skimming soft water

You would tell me the stories

of the lights in the orbs

minuscule galaxies

of minuscule glories

and vertical axes

You would give me the light

in the palm of my hand

you would smile so bright

at the little glowing land

and you would be pleased with yourself

with a pocket world on a shelf

Scene 124: Red and White in Winter

Ribbons and lace

drifting from the sky,

such colors and pace

pulsing in the light

snowing down colors

lovely white and blue

chemistry polar,

in pastel snows true

Scene 123: Coal

We used to be in awe

with the boys and girls

loaded with their coal

and they’d strut it

proudly

showing the results

of rulers

and we’d idolize that

like absolute

supremacy

until we realized

how dirty

their hands got

Scene 122: My Martini

Did you get a little drunk
From the rum soaked sun,
The tequila clouds,
And wispy mountains?
Drinking from the fountain
Overflowing with wines
Red, white, and pink
Such spirit and zest you possessed
Had you drank a little too much?
The weight seems to be hanging over
Your head,
And my voice
Never quite seemed to hurt you
Before

Scene 121: Worth (Thanks for the Memories)

Reading antiques between lines of dust
You’d breathe in that nostalgia
Remembering that imagination
And everyone who told you
That you’d be able to live in clouds of rust
As they sold to you
All that memorabilia
Years in marked books, strewn with worthless graffiti
Colors in glass frames, bursting with composed feelings
That you valued so much
But looking at the moss
Overgrown and growing on you
Those feelings you had such fuss
Are no more home
Than the mold on your heart

Scene 120: Wallpaper Stories

The wallpaper
peeling to pieces
yellows on the yawning
walls
papered in pages
telling stories of
faded colors
and ages
layer after layer
spellings of progress
and stages
so delicate
so complex
so thin
so jaded

Scene 119: Dark Flights

Dreams of darks
so twisted and vile
unable to tell apart
ambrosia from bile
as the moon barks
in the shades all the while

Dreams of disaster
reaping and ravaging
and following after
refugees alleging
that not running faster
will find havens worth salvaging

Scene 118: May Flowers from the West

The flowers know
of secrets behind the manila folders
and they hold them
knowing how
the hours go
bumping behind closed mahogany
and they hold them
knowing how
the powers flow
under the waft of their number five scents
and they hold them
knowing how
the towers blow
from the pressure of their innate stones
and they hold them
knowing how
The flowers know

Scene 117: Marvelling at Nothing

The paper moon
plastered against the blackboard
among specks of
the fading chalk’s glimmering powder
sits smiling
a crooked chuckle
looking down at the glittering eyes
looking up at its lackluster lines
proud of its profoundness
as empty
as it is

Scene 116: Maybe

Maybe I’ll ask you to dance with me
Come along
among the fields of green
turning them red, enamored with
the motion of us

Maybe I’ll ask you to talk with me
Sing along
among the verses of solos
making them harmonies, resonating with
the sound of us

Maybe I’ll ask you to sit with me
watch along
among the two heavy oceans
joining them as one, melding with
the land of us

Maybe I’ll ask you to die with me
or maybe
not

Scene 115: Cloud-falling Dreams

And the apple mists
rain from the sky
singing pink wines
and candied lullabies
calling upon dreams
of peppermint pies
and dancing about
the sprinkled dyes

Scene 114: White Ambrosia

Give me a shot
of that white ambrosia
bitter, pale
ecstatic and new
the taste of that
white ambrosia
belongs to
you



It's been a crazy few months.

I'm nearly done with my first semester of college. I'm turning in my Community Assistant application tomorrow and taking my Spanish final as well. And I have one more paper due at the end of the week. However, I've already returned home.

It's so weird, being back. It's just... Different.

Dreaming seems to have halted, my motivation seems to have dulled, and who knows what I need to deal with.

I'll see to it as it comes, I guess.

The new year's coming up. I can't wait.



PS: For some reason, I didn't realize this earlier, but for November there are 31 scenes when there are definitely only 30 days. I accidentally wrote two scenes for November 2nd. Oops.

Scene 113: We (Lightbulb Love)

We
thought the sun was old
so,
We
sought a little gold
and
We
caught a little cold
for
We
got a little bold
when
We
brought our loving holds
that
We
thought would never mold
though
We
bought those shallow souls

Scene 112: Blooming in the Dark

The daisy struck midnight
yellow on black
roots reaching for the sun
its petals lightly
dirtied from the darkly
lit ocean
stem stretching for the moon
trying
again

Scene 111: Presidents On the Street

The jingle of the presidents
sitting in a throne all white
tossing and turning,
ringing and flinging
themselves all about
trapped in the hands
wrapped between fingers
of man begging for more

Scene 110: Behind the Fore

The four of diamonds
Lays on the floor
Behind its brilliance, lying
About its stores
It’s empty, but it won’t say
Exactly why but
It knows it must lay
And lie its stop

Scene 109: Under the Mirror-blue Ocean

Running lights across the ocean
vast and lofty
wishes dance in navy motions
swift and free
sweeping in empty erosions
light and sweet
filled with all the hidden emotions
hopeless, carefree

Scene 108: The Heart in the Fog

Unspoken
Unheard
It lies in between
The pane splits
You and me
And our fingers
Trace

Scene 107: Watering

Washes over everything
The rain,
And sings over dissonance
The percussion,
And drowns out the tears,
Or at least,
It blends in
Hugging closely
It sweeps over memories
The rain



I used to love the rain.

Now it's just haunted by good memories lost.

Slowly cultivating new life, hopefully.

Scene 106: Carrying

Falling with the light, falling with the snow
the fragile little leaf,
so tender, so uncontrolled,
dances with the light, dances with the snow
smuggling its green
into the bleak unknown

Scene 105: Done Dark

In the blunt of the dark,
in the sting of the night,
in the pangs of the heart,
in the sounds of the sight,
We drink in the starts,
and shun all the nights

Scene 104: Acceptance

I wish you could see me
look inside at
everything I could be
and everything I am

I wish you could hold me
feel around
for everything that's real
and everything that's not

I wish you could love me
No, that's not it
I wish you would accept me
for my truths, not yours

Scene 103: On the Nature of Men

The vane stands proudly
Over the structure, loudly
A cocky shadow

Scene 102: Nowhere Man

Walking up and down the buildings, he stops
slips between the alley and the wall
hiding in the window and holding out hands
he screams past the pane and the glass
as his reflection walks down the street
The veneer sneering at the shadow
simply moves along
and the shadow reaching toward the window
holds onto the other side
as the mirage continues onward
waiting for the mirrored man to follow

Scene 101: Swept

Falling from the ocean
into the sky below
following the motion
of waves of swift repose