For him.

What I am 

is from who you are,

because who I am, 

is due to you.

The Beauty of Water

Water does amazing things for the mind, body and, soul.

I float undisturbed in the water,
fully exposed.
From my wispy mermaid hair to my pruned toes. 
First in the womb
and now the age of a wiser soul. 

The water engulfs me,
but I let it
yank me down
and bring me home. 

A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy

while they whisper and lie

perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 

from up top rusted posts

waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 

and abnormal wisps

penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping

my heart stops, so does the weeping

and I fall beneath with the bones. 

And while I sit here, I wish I was somewhere else

Something short, something new, nothing borrowed, but a little bit blue.

Talking to the walls, 

they answer back 

in a low husky growl

curling up from the molding,

I've been here

for far too long,

wasting my words

on faded rose patterns 

and chipped white paint. 

Being stuck in my own head and business is the worst....

It has been more than a little while since I have posted anything that I have written. It's not that I haven't wanted to, it's just that I have been working on things piece by piece, coming up with lines here and there. I've started a new job, been busy almost every weekend, but I still get a little time to write, yet I will promise myself I will soon try to plan more. Here is a little something I've been working on.

Stuck

Sitting still
on a styrofoam couch,
words try to pry themselves out from behind my teeth
but any movement, even the subtle purse of my lips makes a sound.

Feeling cramped, alone, unable to move,
I listen to the fans wave hello, or maybe goodbye.
No, not goodbye.

I won't leave,
I can't leave,
I never leave.

You placed me here,
planted mines in my heart
and dynamite in my skull.
If I move, speak, breathe,
I detonate.

It's been awhile

I know it's been awhile since I posted, but I've been busy with my final papers for my senior seminars as well as on spring break. But I've still been writing. I wanted to post once more before I move over to Tumblr. I will make sure when I make the switch I post what my link is there.


Change

Submit to the continuous cycle
of the icy air
turning the leaves gray and lifeless,
the rain bringing back the buds,
and spring rotting into summer.
The tulips and the daffodils decay
falling onto a dehydrated path.
A path of change, of punishment
upon where your tiny figure stands,
filled with fear and remorse
curiosity and desire,
as your delicate hands shake.

A soul must find peace
within itself and its surroundings,
before breaking away from its temple,
and escaping the succession of time.

-AW

Sometimes titles are the hardest

I've been taking more time recently going over my writing before I post it. I think it makes me feel better to make sure what I'm posting online is something I'm proud of, even if know one else sees it. I was thinking of moving my blog over to tumblr since so many people follow those accounts, maybe soon I'll make the switch.

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Feed me to the lions
like sweet fresh meat
on the bone,
laying in front of
wide open jaws
and salivating mouths,
screaming like women
from hunger.

Stripped clean and displayed
in front of my predators, nude.
The taste of cotton
and polyester, displeasing
to the prowling carnivores
who want flesh,
my raw skin, my soul.
They want me vulnerable
and alone.