OverCome

As his fleeting thoughts drifted
through the tingles of arousal,
the winds shook the trees free
of their laggard leaves.

The panes of his windows grieved
and creaked beneath the growing frost,
like a blanket of lust
obstructing the light.

Thank You, Ma Maya

Disguising the tears,
the rain proclaimed
it was an awesome day
to die. The sun
swept the tears, subtly
slinging rainbows
between the clouds.

#MayaAngelou

Learning...

We are learning in my creative writing class how to write imagery that the reader can taste, feel, hear, smell and almost touch. This is my short piece I presented for my creative writing class today.




The Brown Pontiac




I am in the brown Pontiac sitting at the airport watching planes land. I am in the backseat, alone, but being alone has never bothered me. This Pontiac only has two doors, but they are really long ones that extend almost to the back seat. The windows are rolled down and my head is wedged between the front seat head rest and the window frame, with my eyes wide, and fixed straight toward the skies. I am waiting for the next airplane to take me away. The incoming planes are so low, I could reach up and stroke its belly, but the thrill of the vibrations is enough to sustain me. I am six years old, and I am free as a bird!




It is night time, the air is August thick and is mysterious with the orange glow from the runway lights. My mom and dad are in the front seat, smoking Pall Mall reds. The car is smokey and the air is filled with the scent of jet fuel pressing against every sense I have; I cough without noticing. My parents are happy, they're laughing and flirting and saying things they think my young ears don't understand. It was before they declared war on each other; and it was before I declared war on myself. This night is better than chocolate milk and doughnuts, and I never want to leave.

Ghost

1998

Tonight,

One shot and a beer;

Or

Was it one beer and three shots?

No matter...

Though the latter

Sounds more like truth--

I drink to keep

My mind from wondering,

Should I shout

Out your name;

Or

Continue to drown

Out this drunkenness

With more

Liquor?

Futile

I could never race a Nascar;
Like thoughts, speeding
around in semi-circles
with no way out
frantic
and a fiery
crash when the tiniest
of things goes awry..

--------------------

like us
on the day before
our lips
never met

The Spring Fling

Thoughts leave

Like the scattering of light

flung

Off the last leaf;

Before night

falls...

Until the shadows rise

Out of lost dreams

sprung

From yesterday's lies;

Tomorrow, I redeem

the fall that waits for winter.

Fallen

In the weeping hours
one by one
the leaves gift their last breath
to the soil that gave them life;

Aging into crumbling bits,
till there is nothing left
but memories of the
cool shade they once made.

Wings

As strange as it may seem, there
are times when I run
laps 'round the
yard to raise
a stink in the 
sun making love
a memory
of you
and
it.