SchottersplittA city floats amidst the horizon. Skies, once deemed peaceful, now choking on the fumes of an elevated world. A land trying to become greater than its predecessors, who preferred to keep their own two feet on the ground.No. The creators of this world preferred to control their fates.This city defied the odds. It resisted gravity by combination of propellers, metal and steam. Outside, it looked like a dismal floating dungeon, made of silver, cooper or bronze, yet all coated in black coal. Huge plumes of smoke rising from 5 enormous black chimneys - two at either end of this land, while the greatest one lay at the center. The smoke only choking the newest of citizens' virgin lungs. Only those strong enough to resist, know how to handle the thinning air filled of soot.As for the citizens, all worked to keep the city lifted into the air. Some worked on repairs outside the city walls. Most worked within, either at fueling on of the chimneys or making the rest of the city function. All wo
FuneralI don't know how to describe it:Seeing a woman so truly in love with her husband. Weeping bitterly that he was taken too soon. While the other mourners are held speechless. All wish to comfort her but can't quite find the words or the actions to console her. A hug isn't enough. All the words they muster just isn't enough. And so you just have to look on, quietly, hoping, praying that she will get through this. And knowing that, at least for now, she can't.I walk away from him probably for the last time. I know I will see her again, though. And, her memories will bring him back, if only for those few extra moments. There is still so much left unsaid. Still so much to be desired.I can't help but see love in it's purest form. So young and innocent. Maybe like a star, bursting forth with it's whole being and then quickly being snuffed out. I see his funeral and wonder at my own. We were actually so similar, I do not doubt my own service will mimic his. The few consolable friends. The we
MausoleumThe house is built on the lives of the dead. Their names scrawled delicately across the marbled walls. It's skin flawless against the cold air. Even the building wishes it were living in the land of the dead. It's walls rosy with the lives of the precious few living, still walking amidst its halls, remembering one of their own, now one with this house.
The Insufferable CureI drink the elixir and find my ailments cured.Yet in it's place,a more potent symptom:A raucous pounding of the skull.I dig my nails against my templeHoping, praying, for relief.I cannot cut far enough to let the vapor breathe.So it pounds from within,Wave after wave of torture.I swallow another remedy,But the cure comes slow.Too slow.The treacherous elixir wraiths within,rumbling, tumbling, stumbling.It hits across the nerves of my eyes.Suffocates the front of my brain.It cripples me all but completely.And then,like the pull of the moon,the pain ebbs.Slowly. Steadily.But, it ebbs and ebbsuntil it is just a simple scratch across my mind.A reminder of the torture I just endured.
Good Bye, Good FriendDear Friend,When I learned of your passing, believe me when I say I was stunned beyond words. And, even now, I struggle to grasp my thoughts. But, I will try.You left us all in such bewilderment. Many of us, myself included, had only a few moments to know you. But, the impact you leave behind is a powerful one. You put all you could in your circle. You welcomed all of us, no judgement.I am grateful our paths did cross, no matter how brief it may be. I was new to this place, now my new home. You were my first friend at my renewal of life. And, along the way, you opened so many doors. So many new friendships blossomed from you. So much excitement. I was amazed at how short a time I could be my true self again. Be glad you had your hand in that!You're gone and I can scarcely understand it. You were so full of life. Of jokes. Of sincerity. How could any of us have known something was wrong? There are times when I wonder if you told me. Maybe I just shrugged it off, thinking it was a fo
Struggling for the AnswerI see you and I wonder why....Why did I just smile at you, when I so loathe you every day we are apart?Why do I protect you from my viscous, truthful words when you ask how I feel?Am I sparing your feelings or mine?I hate to be placed as the enemy but I willingly accepted it if it meant you leaving me alone. So why am I so guarded in my thoughts and actions around you? I really don't (want to) care what happens to you. You have destroyed any shred of hope I have for you. Am I really that foolish to believe that you can ever change, if not for me than for her?No!Of course not!I must still be afraid of something about you though. The words of blame you will eagerly put on me. I will be a Queen B[itch] in your eyes. You deny me that crown now, but I know it like a prophecy. It will come to pass. I just need to be patient.Perhaps it will come when I show my disloyalty, when I find another man (even if I am full well within my rights as your ex). Then, you will feel the betrayal and
Reminiscing of a LoveYou never forget a first love.You remember their eyes, their words.That feeling you know is good and pure.Butterflies flutter all over.But then,you remember why it hurts to love.Perhaps it was some awful truth:"I am not ready." OR"I can't do this." OR"You deserve better."You feel the slow turn of the knifeas it digs into your heart.And so we let go.We move on because it is natural.But what if it wasn't?What ifwe walked away from what is good,perhaps the only good thing, in our lives?Maybe it is better to grip to hold on a little tighter.Yet if we squeeze,we suffocate.And that is the trick.To love and be loved in return.
Leap of FaithI am stronger than you know.I am the person you kept off the cliff for fear I would fall and die. I am your little girl. The baby chick that had grown up frail as china. But, then I went away. I learned what I could do if I only tried. You couldn't hold my hand because we were just to far away.And now, when I come back, that cliff you showed me. Well, it's not that scary anymore. But still you try to hold on. You hold onto your little china doll, but she's so much stronger than that now. Your little chick is ready to fly. And, I know you aren't ready. But, I am. I know that I can do it. I can fly if only I could just jump.What you keep seeing is that tiny girl you made sure would never break. But, I grew up. I'm ready. Yet every time I make it to the cliff, your fear holds me back. All the while, my soul aches to try what you (rightfully) fear for me.Please,You need to let me try....
To Love ThyselfShe says yes, but...She looks incredulous at me as she says okay.She doubts,I see it in her eyes.But, this time, she is wrong.For once, I am fighting for myself.I used to think love meant fighting for that special someone.That you defended their honor,Their life (if it came down to it).You are the protector,The guardian.But, for the first time,The person I love is me.For the first time,I have truly learned to love myself.I am stronger than she knows.Wiser than she chooses to believe.I am ready.Just let me try.Please, just let me try....
Love After Lifesilent heartsstill calling,lost among the living
Rapturestardust eyesopen up, tearsof joy cover skin
Stormcallingchaos feels like homeas i pull back the blindsand stare at the sky
Shimmering Magicshimmering magicit stills within my heartbeatas stars fall
Fire's Touchfingertips touchcaressing lips;bodies entangle
Shiveringafter, new snowfalllays down a blanketas we gather our clothes
It's a global thingskin heads and flip-flops,young monks in saffron robesat an Internet cafe
WhereEarthbound yet free fall Grounded but drifting who knowsWhere is the future?
InfinityWe've grown together,Like Carolina jasmineWindingAround a guidepost.
Working HandsHis hands, so callusWeathered by the trials of lifeBecoming honest