Scene 365: UnFinale

The doors are red.

The paint drips menacingly,

though long dried on that aged wall.

The rustic knob creaks.

Refusing to turn.

We sit.

And we wait.

The doors will open.

The gates, so jagged

laugh at us resting.

Their teeth taunt.

And their breath beats

never relenting.

We lie.

And we wait.

The doors will open.

And we will enter green gates

Done.

It's a weird feeling. For sure.

I know no one really reads this, but I can't help but have to pause and ponder this.

365 poems.

365 scenes.

365 memories.

Wow.

There's really nothing I can say. Except that this has taught me a lot.

And I can't wait to see what the future has.

It was fun. See y'all later.

Scene 364: Anticipation

The stars fizzle

sparkling in the corners.

Oh breath,

I need you to catch up to you.

How do you expect?

Eons

compressed into a single lung.

Pressure in the veins,

bursting with riches

Hesitancy in the fingers,

until spiders dance across.

One breath,

before we explode

Scene 363: Whispers

The paint peeled

around the hole in the wall

and the words

oozed onto the floor,

dripping from that gaping gap.

Uncontrolled,

the mill blossomed

and soiled the wall,

burying it in quiet whispers

Scene 362: Timed

Though you tripped yesterday, I felt no remorse.

Under the cold canopy that dawned,

the weight of the sun grew

and it crushed you.

Had we skipped today, I'd feel pity.

With the beat of the midday daze,

your breathing slanted,

as if merited.

Don't think of eating tomorrow, for I am full.

Before the rising moon screams,

leave your ears uncovered,

and listen to the symphony

Scene 360: Our Union

There are too many toothbrushes in the closet,

yet your floors are still dirty.

The blood under your nails just won't vanish,

and your ring finger aches.

The bells are ringing, over that hill,

yet trudge as you might, you never will.

The iron circle that should bind you always,

is bent at three points.

We drink our chardonnay at home,

and sip on dry martinis.

The white frosted sheet we wished to dance upon,

crumbles under our feet

Scene 359: Indigo

My road is painted

Your house is not

in between the two lines

our souls will rot

Scene 358: Yellow

Underneath the blazen sun

dripping in syrup

the golden slime eeks across the sky

like a snail, trudging along,

smiling like a sloth

at all that's below.

Scene 357: Violet

Under your feet,

the purple carpet slinks about

its fabric wrapping the goosebumps

crinkling along your soles.

Too calloused,

they don't feel anything,

and continue to walk down

a violet road.

Scene 356: Green

The soda can sat on the desk, reflecting the humming lights;

a cold fizz escapes into the air.

Her eyes are lit, staring down the future.

Her body aches.

The stars quiver, and they skip across the streets and lakes,

running from empty superstitions.

The presidents frown, sitting at the bottom of a cold fountain,

gathered in a sea of wishes.

Truth sits alone, in the beating heart of fury,

bleeding green

Scene 355: Red

A dabble on the sky

that sits on the floor,

sidling in its own reflection

of ultimate love and protection.

You stole it,

so no one else could

Scene 354: Orange

A pile of skin

peeled,

bleeding its juices

all over the floor.

Beauty is on the inside,

the orange cried.

Scene 353: Blue

The iron on your crown

falls to the snow

in a shatter of flakes

that shower the ponds

in blue

Scene 352: Tips of Tomorrow

The blueberry on the tip of your fingers

paints your tongue like an ocean,

oh, the juice stains drip down from your eyes,

sweet and sorrowful.

Break open the teeth

and lay against your bed.

Tomorrow was here

Scene 351: Lament

In the shades of the apple tree

we sang a lullaby the the clouds

that hovered in our chests,

eeking out of our pores.

Those who wished

for more than just the weather

found themselves in the eyes.

And we picked potatoes with our toes,

drinking apple juice,

and crying all the while.

Scene 350: In the Rain

Balls

on the line

slipping like gentle fizz

Three

balloons in the sky

unknown to the child

The colors light up,

the faces glow

and the shades march

Scene 349: On the Nature of Dawn

Silence in the sun

that washes over the fields

on blinking eyelids

Scene 348: We Lived

There's a story about the sky

but I have forgotten it.

The expanse

seems to have swallowed

all words

and the time

is all that remains

Scene 347: Choice

We were nostalgic in the dark

drinking in the showers of chardonnay.

Oh, on your behalf

we chose a feel for your fingers

How could we know

that your adolescence would rebel such?

There were fires in the dark

that lit up our hearts and our fists.

The smoke of our voices

made a smog under the roofs of our mouthes

Disappointment is natural,

when you rot our dreams.

No, we do not wish to speak for you,

but we wish you would say our words.

Hiding under the tye-dyed bridge,

your idle hands held a horrific shape.

Harsh it may be, it's natural

when you rot our dreams.

Stop, your tears do no good here,

when our tears cannot hide you

Scene 346: In the Furnace

Along the dotted lines

we forged something.

Something special

lay in those dark curves

when together,

we forged our relationship

official

fingers filling spaces,

points penning down,

oh yes.

We forged it.

Scene 345: Sight

Wonders the boy

oh

dazzling.

The sights

how they scream

in the pupils

and they grow, expanding

everything they see,

their views

dilate.

School is in session

Scene 344: Untold

Don't you want to dance with me?

Along the pages, we'll take a stride

oh the stories our lives will write,

painting the minds of children,

and accenting the minds of old,

let's simply sing

and jump

and cry

our hands together

for all time

Scene 343: Fall

Pairs

of apples

sitting on the table

a perfect tablescape

that drinks in the sunlight

splitting the eve

onto the floor.

What a mistake

Scene 342: Ten Triangles

We sat under the fan

the hot air leaving our faces through our sweaty pores.

The sand beneath our heads

muddying over time

as we reached our fingers to fill our empty spaces

humbled under the moonlight

our numbers together made a one

and a zero.

We were creative in the dark

and we made a new ten.

Our ten

Scene 342: Double Dipping

Followthrough

with the smoke

the punch

came slowly

and the hit

flung the trip

over the moon

Scene 341: Restless

I sit at my window and watch the lights glide by

And every time those wheels roll,

I feel my heart beat.

So slowly

against the syncopation of the city.

Lights blink and roar through the night

breathing with the pace of the clouds.

With each tear that a cloud didn't cry,

my heart stamps its foot down

and my body aches.

The tick of the clock is so callous.

Oh, for a second,

just give me another one,

so that I may catch up.

My heart's feet grow tired from stamping

Scene 340: The Net

A friendly stranger

from an invisible net

cast off far

into the plentiful sea.

What a catch

such a nice profile

against the sunset glow of the water

that your face

posed

Words so exchanged

like an old widow

though still as young as an egg,

too eager to hatch

and swim with the fishes

Scene 339: Fallout

Running down the street

burning the rubber raw

the smell of steam and iron

radiates through the city.

Oh, the sensations

that course through the veins.

The highways and sidewalks

all shatter in unison.

The lightbulbs and towers

flicker and die

like a candle on a colored cake,

though no wishes are granted here.

Scene 338: Time Wasted

The blue cried

into the shoulders of the rainbow

tears that dripped

from the clouds

into the pots of gold

staining them

and rusting into dust

Scene 337: Sacrifice

An apple

from the sky

such curiosity

slithering about

like a whisper in the air.

The seeds

would crumble

spreading like ash

from the blood

of a son

Scene 336: The Gardener and the Virus

He trimmed the leaves

and cut the branches

hoping

that the redwood would fall

Scene 335: Mightier

The poison

tasted so sweet

on the edge of that metal.

The iron just dripped like ink

down the throat

through the blood.

And the letters

that the tip scratched out

bled out

Scene 334: Chronophobia

Are you afraid?

Behind you

lies a shadow.

A bright light

so blinding

impossible to see.

Does that frighten you?

Scene 333: Following Footsteps

The same road

emblazened

emboldened.

The same road

withered,

and eroded.

Scene 332: Angel Tears

Fluff

upon a rock

that fell

from the oceanic sky.

It lined my shoes

the fluff,

and smeared the dirt.

My footing

gave way

Scene 331: Pressure

The silence marched along

plodding its footsteps about the earth

shaking it.

And the rocks cracked

under the pressure

Scene 330: Different

The difference between one and two

is not the number

but the letters

Scene 336: Gateway

With a taste of blue and black in your mouth

you'd glare at the wall with stony eyes

another hit,

and you head spins.

Pack the round tight, trying to find a light

that will push those out of your mind,

you go for something

greater.

A parade of multicolored submarines,

some old friends of Mario,

even having a personal doctor

just to breathe

Growing up,

you were never tortured

except for what you did to yourself

Scene 335: The Song

A blur in blue

what a calm

of notes.

Such a harmony that played

along side the birthing melody

that they sang like a family

Stones in your life

jagged and sporadic

like the harsh contemporary

Do you expect your life

to write itself for you?

The measures you take

will lock you behind bars.

And what a fall

of black legs

swinging

For everything you held,

you took from another

so that you may breathe.

Sudden silence.

A ring.

Then a chorus.

Forever you may continue

to hold the sound,

tied together.

And you'll repeat yourself,

with little notes trailing behind you like ducks

marching you along

to your coda

Scene 334: Second Thoughts

Cement

on the kitchen sink

oh what a sight

that you would soil yourself.

Look!

Stop!

No, wait,

never mind

The paint looks just fine

on top of your chicken

Scene 333: The Wrong Choice

The touch of your words

dance gently upon my skin,

like a warm breeze

enveloping the hairs on my arm

and sending beats into my body.

The hair brushes out of your eyes

so emotional,

such a song, that sings with each note,

so different than that monochrome life

that hums

when you're with your lover.

Scene 332: Get to Know You Better

What was found beneath the skin

was nothing more

than plastic

Scene 331: Promises

Your earrings dangled

on the end of a fishing hook.

Alas, the diamond broke

the past, present,

and future lay on the floor,

and our fingers grow cold

Scene 330: Farewells

A broken drum

Halt!

The silence

blue and frozen

like water in the dark.

Heat

from a parade

the drums march

pounding on the pieces

but the dark is frozen

What a sound

that the broken drum

is so replaced

by a deluge

Scene 329: On the Nature of Wishes

Ninety-nine and nine

hundred cranes, sleeping in peace

Oh, how close we were

Scene 328: Epiphanous

The touch of scents waft in the light

dazzling the eyes that drink it.

From black to sudden, secret white,

that flattens out your wrinkles.

Scene 327: Black

The night cries when the sun goes down,

the stars that keep it company.

We cry late at night,

to give those stars friends

Scene 326: Forgetting Dreams

Toppling buildings crashing from the sky

on top of the green plains of fingers

that reach towards the sparkling windows

shattered

all over the palms,

white from the grip they have on reality

Scene 325: Speech Bubble

There's a speech on the ceiling

stuck like a fan

spinning round and round

trying to escape,

it does nothing,

but blow hot air.

Scene 324: A Play in the Dark

Breathing

on the blue mantel

that hops

over the dusty stream.

A wide smile,

along dotted tears

which loves

across the scape.

And how could you say,

that the lights dropped?

In fields,

humanity's jaws broke

Take your pen

and cross out the rising sun

and keep

our darks a secret

Scene 323: Smoke After Fire

Four cigarette butts sit

at the bottom of the slushee.

Sloshed about,

fizzling.

The heat of their youth,

the fleeting drag

dies

Scene 322: The Party

Raw

and uncooked,

it saunters

blood

all over the floor

Scene 321: A Fleeting Eternity

Across the lake

dancing with lanterns

her heart

hovers over the mirror

reflecting eternity in its eye

Scene 320: Between the Lines

Ellipses

trailing at the end of your thoughts,

oh, what a sound

of absolutism

A pause,

and then blues in the dark

a dot, dot, dot

splattered on the floor

Three

are never alone

as three lines trail,

marking the ocean to the next

Dot, dot, dot.

The ellipses cries on the floor

dashing out of the room

in three rapid steps

Altared,

they kneel

and their fingers curl

in desperation

Scene 319: Unity

We say we

because an island cries

the ocean around it.

Scene 318: On Being Left

Oh, Madison,

take a step out of your box

and see!

Fifteen

pyramids upon the horizon

they scream your name.

Softly take the role

upon your hearth

where you stashed your ghosts

For one such as yourself

a New Year

is never

Scene 317: Rum on Your Lips

The feel of a finger

so soft and serene,

like the night sky, gently blanketing

the world before bed

under sweet, wool sheets

The look of an eye

oh, amorous to be,

the sight beheld as an idol

resting gently on a pedestal

with its hands towards the floor

The smell of a nose

gently wafting skywards

as the seduction streams through

beating adrenaline

through fiery canals

The sound of an ear

so intently listening,

clinging on the scintillating note

that rocks slightly,

to the breath feeding two hearts

The taste of a tongue

lifting spirits to the red in cheeks,

flushing the soul and mind

in a spiral of suns that fiercely toasts,

to a world so ravished

Scene 316: The Bay

Inspiration

among the black and white sea

floating on buoy

with its legs

dragged under

the light

flickers

Scene 315: Dollar Store

The change toppled down the side of the hill

a roaring clatter of clanging sounds

all shiny and new

the change was beautiful.

Scene 314: Geometry

We believe in triangles,

because we can find the sides

and they hover above us

so holy.

We believe in squares,

because of their symmetry

and that gives us comfort

sitting so softly

But circles,

and their infinitry,

are too long,

too stifling,

too committing

Scene 313: Knowing Better

What they said about lying

none of it was true

just listen to the teeth

and everything that goes through.

What they said about fighting

all of that was false

just watch these delicate fists

pound through this gentle waltz

Scene 312: Red Bandits

And still the monologue continues

the stream of words

flooding the ears

and pounding at the orifices

of all that breathed.

So harshly

those dissonant consonants yelled

breaking through the glass,

ripping apart the flesh

that gently folded over the chest.

The lock broke open

and paint splattered everywhere,

marking the culprits who dared

challenge

and steal the treasure

Scene 311: Summer Hailing

A fountain dropped from the sky.

For those who have always lived in a mansion,

the fragments seemed like hail.

The umbrella bent, ninety degrees

and pointed straight through the rain at the statue's chest

where it breathed heavily.

The puddle at the foot of the garden

ran cold with the pulse of the clouds

and soon, the hail began again.

Scene 310: Love Under the Mantle

Passion

fluttered about

across the night canvas

with little

footprints

Scene 309: Dream Rain

Fresh off the sky

the dancer glided down

on the icy rink

trailing towards the floor

she slips

and crashes

joining the puddle of blood

Scene 308: Behind the Smiling Moon

Behind the emblazened starscape

so engulfed in passion

lies the black and shade

that make it possible.

They flicker, supporting the stars

holding them up

making them bright

while they cry

Sceme 307: The Space Between

Sound in the dark

so white,

and quiet.

A pause,

then a tumult

of pouring pebbles

Naked,

nothing between the space

and the soul

The blue

and the red

will form purple

The canvas is filled

the sounds quelled,

light

Scene 306: Under the Rain

Sitting on top of an arch,

a single act of passion,

and a tumult,

crashing,

sliding,

to the bottom of the arc,

landing in an empty pot

at the end of the frown

Scene 305: Greener Grass

A line in the grass

calls for attention,

oh, how needy.

And a splash of the sky

douses the fur

dewy and dirty.

Terrible,

a black beetle

crawls upon the blade

The greens bend

under all the weight of the sky

and the darkness

And again

the line calls out.

How needy

Scene 304: A Flame of Papers

The laughter drowned in the sand

the grains filled the crevices between the teeth

and dried up the tongue

and cracked the lips into pieces.

The sound was raspy

like static in a hallway.

The beat of throbbing eyes

so piercing, from the sand

Stifled, breathing gets heavier

and the conscience breaks

into dust,

buried alive in the beach

Scene 303: Pitchforks

We sing

in the streets

under the torches,

yes, we sing.

The words are new

but the feelings are old

what an anthem

of simple anger

Scene 302: For the Tooth Fairy

That you may come into my room at night

and leave a treasure

so silver,

so sweet

that you make my teeth fall out

That, my dear, is the truth

that wish,

from juvenilia that bloomed

through the future

Scene 301:At the End of the Stick

Cherry eyes in the night

so daunting

that their weight

crushes you, like fire trucks

You call for help,

but the tone deafens you

your fingers ache,

and the line shocks you

Such sweetness in those eyes

that you trip over your own feet

look again

and call once more

Scene 300: Upon A New Frontier

Did you see that?

Hark, the bird is falling.

That lark took a bite

of the cheese in the sky,

how awful.

The man couldn't sit

idly.

He took his flag

and speared that bird

Scene 299: That Grass

A sprig of the rain

on a drop of leaves

what a sight,

that they sang out loud.

For one moment,

upon a Friday

they switched

and were happy

Scene 298: A Touch in the Rain

Upon a bed of sunflowers

the frown flutters

dancing about the petals

So serene, such sadness

upon a scene so surreal

with showers on the sun

The frown gently rests

soaking in the flowers

but the clouds refuse

Oh, how tangible, the sky

that it clumps together

and lumps itself with you

Oh, how lonely, the horizon

must be, that it falls in pieces

on your frown

Scene 297: Remorse

You were everything

I was nothing

Together

we make something.

What is it exactly?

We'll never know.

Jump

into the abyss

hands held high

forever

and never will end

Scene 296: The Softer Side

Take a look

at the softer side of the knife.

Oh, that edge

so smooth and

blunt.

Fingers run across the side,

dancing on the line.

The first side is for cutting,

and the second is for crushing,

and that, dear one,

is how you mutilate a heart

Scene 295: Our Mountain

Three men climbed the mountain.

Behold, the peaks!

Trudge,

higher, higher,

harder, harder,

and....

A shoe off the cliff,

with some baggage.

Oh, how could you?

Some things you can't see coming

Scene 294: Behind Bars

Oh no, don't be silly

I haven't had enough.

Alcohol doesn't make me sick;

you do.

Scene 293: A Fighter's Fate

Over the expanse

crashing down

the purple birds

meld into a heart

their corpses

on the floor.

What a sight,

that they lay there,

peacefully.

Such a group that,

for one second

they appear to be born again