Common Threads

Dusk settles onto slopes of these hills, into the crevices of my mind.

I

Can't

Flee.

My nightgown is flushed to my body by wind. Cotton is a mockery of protection.

I

Am

Naked.

If only I could obtain normalcy, only an inch to my right.

But

I'm

Wrong.

These broken cobblestones pierce my bare feet.

I

Bleed.

They call it home, I call it...

Stay inside the boundaries

Everything is black

and

white

Safer to ignore that there is not ever nothing,

Then have to swallow the cold, ember stricken flame.

Switch words like a pair of ice skates,

More so because of the ear splitting edges.

Never knew anything different.

Never cared enough to try.

To Overly Toasted- Features Of Topography with this!

The Inhabitants of the Back Burner

It's a breeze today, skip along, stroll on, haha!

The cock

and

the sidewalk

and

the o'clock

brrrrrringg

.

Safety Net(-less)

What's that? Oh, it's the same thing you said yesterday, and the day before that...

More like what hasn't been said.

Riding on flat bicycle tires.

Drinking from an empty can.

Scraping at the bottom of a barrel...

No, scraping at the bottom of my barrel.

Out of air, yet there's no more lung capacity.

Guess time is up isn't it?

The chains are broken, but they have been so all along.

The clouds have cleared, but only for the effect.

It was a worthy effort, which is all that can be asked for in a game without winners.

Now turn the page, close the door, clean the slate,

Look up into the horizon with an expression of discovered knowledge...

The camera fades.

It's only sad because it's over.

"Riding bikes back and forth until sunset, feeling the road underneath my tires as I sailed down the hill, the hill that took guts and encouragement.

Sitting on the front porch steps licking a popsicle. I had cherry red lips and matching colored knees from scraping them up all day.

Swinging on the yellow swings in the backyard, and wondering if I could reach out and touch the sky if I just pumped a teensy bit harder.

Catching frogs and tadpoles in the swamp behind our house, and salamanders at the creek with Daddy.

Swimming for hours with Sissy, pretending to be mermaids living in the depths of the ocean.

Making forts for hours with old limbs and twine, and only coming inside when it got too dark to see anymore.

Tanned skin and naturally highlighted hair from the sun, the beauty of youth.

Sitting underneath my willow tree as the wind pushed my hair away from my face.  Can see it so clearly it hurts... criss cross applesauce with my back to the sun, thinking, pondering, laughing, sobbing.

Nothing to tie us down, no clock to punch, no promises to keep, just innocence in it's purest form."

run of the mill

WoaH!

the Air is hoT!

I can See loTs of biRds.

the grass Is exTremely grEen.

lOts of Nice flowers.

Tons of Happy pEople.

Some of Us get icecReam For a treAt.

i paCkEd a SandwicH tO eat at the park.

it was a yUmmy Lunch.

Dad NOTiced a BEautiful sail bOat on the Vast sEa.

i Really LOve jump rOping on the blacK top.

SummEr is my favorite season and i hope it never enDs.

blueprint

fadedforgottenforsaken.

gone.

ceased.

goodbye.

die.

oh, stop with the cruel humor,you know it's not true!

...but it is, don't be blinded.