Offensive

The music fell from the instruments wood, offensive and defiant. Fingers flew in rhythms they shouldn't, climbed and jumped to places they couldn't go.  The ones listening cry in defiance, disrupting the noise.  The musician plays on, chords crying to be left alone pleading with him telling him his this audience wasn't ready to hear. They would never be ready to hear. The musician hit the notes harder drowning out their cries, washing over the rebelling audience.  'You will listen' his playing holds authority but people are wild and hard to tame, so the chords ring past their ears, eyes, and heart, and though the musicians heart cries through the whining chords it is never heard, and never understood.  And just as the audience has left his heart flees as well.

Rapid Write

I can't think about anything today, my mind's in a bind.  The little workers in my mind decided to build a dam instead of organize my files today.  If I could punish them, I would.  All my teachers will be dissapointed in me because of them.  Luckily they've only finished half the dam, I can tell because I can still do my math homework.  Just don't ask me to be creative today.  The workers in my head musst be tired of creativity because they blocked it off good.  After all their work they are lazing about in my head like heavy cows.  My mind is about to shut down and go to sleep with them.

Things I Didn't Know I Loved

It is 2011 February 16^th

I’m on my porch looking over the canyon

The sun is setting

I didn’t know I liked the breeze the setting sun brings

I don’t like

The early morning breeze though

I never knew I loved the light

Morning or night

I’d much rather sleep with my lamp on

Than in darkness

I never knew I loved the water

Just sitting in it enjoying the light cool feeling

Of slightly stirring water that calms me

Or the small clapping sound of waves on the shore

And the odd feeling that I am sitting

In something I drink

I didn’t know I loved climbing trees

The best part wasn’t climbing

It was looking at the view above everything else

And no one else knows where I am

Because I’m not busy

And no one cares what I’m doing

So I sit up there while everyone else in the world

Rushes forward oblivious

I never knew I loved fish

Until I went to my aunt’s house

And sat at the fish tank for hours

Watching the fish swim in odd circles

The sun sinks beyond view

And I am left with a small warmth on my skin

A reminder that I should come to see tomorrow’s sunset

And the sunset after that until

I’m too old to recall why I watch the sunset every night

Was it because it is beautiful? Or is it because

One day I decided to list the things I love

So I would never forget them

                               16 February 2011

                               

Days of Me

I often think of the past,

The days I spent climbing trees,

And stealing apples, climbing fences,

And rolling in the mud, when

Everyone else thought it was gross.

The cacti that hate me, I hate

Them too, and a little sister that

I always tell what to do, tadpoles

In my grandparents swimming pool,

Two buckets full, and ghost stories

Told to my cousins that made them want to

Go back inside on the fourth of July,

Winning all the games at recess, and

Making excuses when I lost, pretending I

Can breathe underwater, bee catcher,

Rock collector, video game player, tease.

I’ll be the one in the pond over there,

Swimming in the water and looking for the fish,

Running across the rocks bare footed, because

My feet are used to it, ‘saving the bird eggs’ that

Have fallen from the trees, playing doctor to

Injured little sisters, dancing in the rain,

Staring at the stars, defender of friends,

Toughest of the group, quad master,

Dune Buggy chick, motorcycle mischief,

Rage on the soccer field, skill on the court,

Driver of the Green Machine, “please forgive me

For what I did,” Braider of hair, catcher of the

Lizards… and frogs, internet person, book

Reader, night hider, money saver,

Movie critique, family wrestler,

Book writer, snuggler, swing dancer,

Pencil painter, doorframe hanger,

Forehead hugger, sun sitter.

My Poor Climbing Tree

There's that tree
that I used 2 climb
when I was small
My neighbor climbed up 2
but when he did
my poor climbing tree
fell right in 2.

Game of Ice

A game lay on a shelf in the store

The only one, laying crooked

I need a new game for tonight

Everyone’s coming over

It sounds fun enough

Journey through the jungle

Journey through the tundra

Keep your team alive

Don’t lose the leader

It’s on sale

I buy it and take it home

When my friends come

We open the box

And set out the board

I grab the dice

And set them on the board

And the game begins

The world around us shifts

We are no longer in a room

We are in a jungle

There is little light

We walk along a path

Though there is none

And we find a building

Made of gold

We walk inside

The torches light the way

I grab one, so do my friends

We enter a large room

There are monkeys everywhere

They attack us, we try to run

It’s impossible to run

There are too many

I pull my friends along

Through the monkeys

We find an exit

We jump through

Onto ice

Snow is blowing

As we slide on our sides

Across the ice expanse

Stopping as the snow builds

I get up slowly

And pull my friends up

We are in the middle of nowhere

I lead the way

We assume I am the leader

Since I started the game

We start across the barren

Ice land

Hills begin to emerge

There are stairs on the hills

With a step drop off

On the right side

Arrows fly and knock us down

I run off the hill with the others

Along the forest

Trying to get away

We come to a cliff

The arrows are still after us

We begin to climb down

Into the dark pit

There is a cave below

I can see it

I swing down and swish

I’m out of the game

And so are my friends

We are out of breath and shocked

We stare at the game board

And I quietly put it away.

Wildest

light is darkened as my apprehension
refracts the wild way
simple mouths rumbling
but as the daughters of death sing
a breath of air stops in my throat
savage and heavy
answered softly with a murmuring sigh.