Wed., Sept. 25th

• As if the room
  could swallow me
  whole and erase
  the pain of the
  inevitable, betrayed
  by the promise
  of tomorrow.

• Sparks ignite the
  night like the
  red burning
  embers of
  charcoal.
  
  The warm
  touch of your
  supple lips
  against mine.

• Darkness shadows
  the room like a
  vulture lurking
  over its desert
  prey.
  
  but a small shimmering
  light still flickers,
  keeping the shadows at
  bay.

Monday, Sept. 16

• the moonlight
  sneaking in through
  the cracks, the
  cold gloomy air
  the warm
  touch of being
  wanted.

• darkened theater,
  the floor slightly
  sticking to my
  shoes.
  Two hours of
  flashing images.
  A story of what
  we once were.

• The twirling of
  satin magenta
  fabric.
  Laughter &
  giggling fill
  the air.
  We all want
  to find the
  perfect one
       don't we?

Monday, September 9th

• There could never
  be enough water
  as I lick my desert lips and I
  feel my skin turn red.

• Fluffy blue strands,
  shining in the sun
  were melting sweet.
  I wrapped my hand
  around the bleached cone.
  This wondrous taste as so magical.
  Fluffy sugar.

• Tongues licked the sky
  as my teeth sank into
  the cracker, my taste
  buds rejoicing at the
  gooey texture and
  melted chocolate.

• Sprinkled and scattered
  like the dust on an old
  piano. Shining brighter
  than the fluorescent
  lights in every class.
  The stars are like home
  before.

TR Showing/Telling

#1
My heart catches every instant
drumbeat. The face is cooled by the onset
of the vanguard. A subtle feeling of 
melancholy starts to enter the soul.





An approaching thunderstorm.
#2
A pure drop of water
falling form the sky, only
to collide with the still
calm pond. The flat
water line snaps
into furry, the spike of a 
heartbeat monitor...




There is a lighting strike across a mid-day afternoon sky.
#3
An all consuming black hole, constrained to
this small space. A pit.




Flat surface of the door; it has no features or characteristics.

MWF Showing vs. Telling

#1.
laughter & sweet kisses
on long summer nights
thick accent torturing words
ring softly and force my smile

all that is a memory
thousands of miles and seas separating
but twisted metal remains 
as a reminder around my neck.



my necklace

#2
sitting on skin
like a clear, thin cloak of glue
dried on fingers of restless school children.




the heat in the trophy hallway
#3
bearing the weight of thousands
finally giving into the pressure
bearing our sorrows and joys
and accepting who we've become




the cracks and divits in the trophy hallway of AHS.