XxWonderlandxX

                                     After I began my Halloween morning by driving my car off a reasonably low bridge into a reasonably shallow lake and nearly ending my life then and there. Despite persistently insistent warnings from my father to the contrary, I swerved when the giant black dog ran across the street in front of my car. The swerving wasn't the real problem, though. The real problem came when I overcorrected to return to my lane, and instead c

Listening to the fan bellow its displeasure in the heat of this sticky room I contemplate the meaning of the words "don't hurt me" and "I won't leave." I think displeasure is found in the empty spaces between "me" and "I" because I know and you know that "me" and "I" mean the same thing whether it's a lie or not.

Friend Across the Sea; We hurt for your disaster. We pray for healing.

Mirrors have always been my enemy. The hollow, faceless ogre that stares at me with nonexistent, bulging eye balls has always been my worst fear. The veracity encompasses all reflective surfaces and drowns me like unwanted kittens. (Inhumane, it's so inhumane.) Instead of skeletal fragments breaking out, fat protrudes from around sockets and joints and swallows my carcass like it's marshmallows, because it is marshmallows, and potato chips, and my tormentor is always hungry. (Starving, starving for something - not food.) Pretty. I wish I could be pretty. Pretty like all the other dames, the ones hiding on the other side of

I was there when the glass slipper shattered and sent jagged pieces stabbing into delicate skin. I was there when the flying carpet broke down and fell out of the sky along with our dreams. I was there when the carriage turned back into a pumpkin and the rabid mice started to gnaw the edges. I was there when the prince showed up too late and the spindle's crimson stain remained. I was there when the dwarves took her hostage and made her dress as a French maid. I was there when the beast turned into the monster that devoured the bookish girl's eyes. I was there when the gills turned into lungs and the bottom of the ocean was too f

I remember those lazy days of summer So languid and sun filled When the heat lines off the asphalt would dance before our eyes And the melted juices of popsicles would slide down our tongues. I remember days spent curled under the oak tree Where we would laugh and talk for hours And the training wheels we always wanted to take off, But we weren't ready, And we're not ready now. We are longer than we used to be, And smarter, and more brazen But we jumped into the deep end too soon And now we've lost what we had. Childhood friendship blossomed for awhile Into teenage lust and love drunkenness And we thought we would give it

Try not to think of the White Bear. That great, looming presence may be hard to ignore, But you must fight it. Rage against the failing of your senses Within that glaring white beast. Ignore his claws, though they try to catch you. Ignore your blood, though it drips from his teeth. You must look away from those sparkling red droplets. I know it's tantalizing. I can feel you reach towards it with your heart. Don't think about the White Bear! Please, put your thoughts down before bullets spill out And stain your white conscious crimson.

I know it takes too much effort to breathe But I can't believe you've stooped so low. "Meh, I'll do it tomorrow."  You said. Now indigo lace is tracing your features.

We are the crippled crows who cannot sing. We are the church bells that cease to ring. We are the sisters of the forgotten and the brothers of the lost. We are the cause without a sponsor, The spoon without a pot. We are the midnight moths with broken wings. We are the solitary queens who have no kings. We are the children of the dead and the parents of the wronged. We are the mouth without a stomach, The mallet without a gong.

We scrub our toilets with dirty brushes And expect them to come clean Like the stains on our delicate minds The ones we wash off With Vodka and sleeping pills When the Nyquil isn't strong enough anymore. It always starts small The caffeine no longer wakes us But the hot tea and bed time stories Won't do the trick, either. Our mothers told us to wash behind our ears, But we stopped. Now our whole minds are dirty. I guess that's why the sugar Just won't cut it.

Eight Kisses One You can call it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion or love, or the thing we can't touch, while in motion.         The rush of your mouth in me like icemelt water, innocent, surging like a creek, touching,    stopped.                                                         

There's a universe inside of you- it's been there quite a while, and I only hope you see the constellations that scintillate in your smile and I've heard there's billions of galaxies scattered in the sky, but I swear at least half of them are resting in your eyes.

perhaps love is something unholy from the rift between the stars, stretching its coils across the deepest oceans. it has too many mouths and not enough eyes and a glimpse drives us mortals mad.

Body aching, bones breaking, Ego disseminating, your name Tip of my tongue Eyes closed, soul synesthesia Feeling the words, tasting The concept – Life in color, pulsations in stereo The storms rage, the waters run high Baptized in the fire of silent whispers And the soft moans of poetry

I saw your mountain that day How it rose and pierced the grey Wind swept slopes and hardy pine Curving, climbing, heady as wine The thinning air claimed my breath The petrified trees frozen in death Waters pristine, mirror of sky Sapphire waves, a wizard I spy And felt the tender shoulder I love Beside me on that vantage above The ancient stones and deep blue Marvelous cut, what wondrous hue Proud clefts which venture forth A ring of blue in the green North Bitter wind with a biting chill Yet in my arms you were still Shivering staunched with embrace All the world halted in your face Our grove of pine and stone beholding Th

A pillar of a man, as good as his word, with a bit of mischief thrown in.

When you love a woman, you lie to make her smile; to treat her right. When you love a woman, you see yet never want her out of your sight. When you love a woman, you kiss her every single morning and make sure she sleeps every single night. And lastly, when you love a woman, you never give up; you always fight. But how do you know that fight is right?......... You listen to the reason your heart told you her smile is worth the while. That's Peace. You remember back to the moment that made you never want her out of your sight. That's Love. You think of every single morning you woke her to with a soft kiss, and every evening she kissed you

I feel her from within; Warm, comforting. A soft place to lay, and my rock, too. The one solid entity I can fall back on should I need to recover. The single place that I know will always be there for me; that will soothe the pains of life and help me find peace. It is where I feel safest - where I feel most loved. The only time I've found my place - that I am sure I am doing the right thing - is when I hold her, in my arms. When her head rests against my chest, my hands upon her stomach, our child within her womb, living, growing – words cannot describe. Nothing can. She is everything to me. My perfection – my life