Traffic
I mush my feet into the slush.
It's everywhere. Lights
flash and change,
direct my life around
speeding people.
Why did the loner cross the road?
Answer: someone was waiting
on the other side
to change her.
Green.
deluge. [shamefully broken]
by happening fish » 11/2/2004, 11:50 pm
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by happening fish » 11/3/2004, 6:30 pm
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by happening fish » 1/8/2005, 7:04 pm
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by happening fish » 1/9/2005, 6:06 pm
A gentle shake
Shadow me quietly,
stalk my words until I
hide. Hide me.
Cover me in black sheets
so that the night
will not be as scary.
Fight darkness
with darkness,
add vice from the
balance. Beams.
Shadow me quietly,
stalk my words until I
hide. Hide me.
Cover me in black sheets
so that the night
will not be as scary.
Fight darkness
with darkness,
add vice from the
balance. Beams.
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by happening fish » 1/19/2005, 6:47 pm
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by happening fish » 1/21/2005, 4:25 pm
"Royal Victoria"
I push up the slippery sidewalk
Suspicious of ever being warm again
People have frozen mugs
With ridiculous looks- get me out of here
What they really want is to climb back in
To something warm and safe
Illusions will suffice
Anything but this damned wind
I’m up above the hospital
Walking through my own breath
It’s out in the open now
No more breathing on people in secret
How to bridge the frigid air?
Gasoline drifts to my nose and I breathe it in
Rot my lungs
I need this revenge on my body for containing me
Just one small breath
…HA
What a good pollution-machine I am
I will breathe fresh air onto you
And you will be able to see it
I shape my breath differently now
For a change of pace
From this slogging pace
I mold it into native curses
Colisse mon ostie tabernacle jesu christ
Calveniste anglophone
!!!
These are hiding just under, where you can barely hear them
In the distance women see me
From the women’s reception
See my air
See not what I say!
Winter calls for different secrets.
I push up the slippery sidewalk
Suspicious of ever being warm again
People have frozen mugs
With ridiculous looks- get me out of here
What they really want is to climb back in
To something warm and safe
Illusions will suffice
Anything but this damned wind
I’m up above the hospital
Walking through my own breath
It’s out in the open now
No more breathing on people in secret
How to bridge the frigid air?
Gasoline drifts to my nose and I breathe it in
Rot my lungs
I need this revenge on my body for containing me
Just one small breath
…HA
What a good pollution-machine I am
I will breathe fresh air onto you
And you will be able to see it
I shape my breath differently now
For a change of pace
From this slogging pace
I mold it into native curses
Colisse mon ostie tabernacle jesu christ
Calveniste anglophone
!!!
These are hiding just under, where you can barely hear them
In the distance women see me
From the women’s reception
See my air
See not what I say!
Winter calls for different secrets.
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by happening fish » 1/21/2005, 4:47 pm
Thoughts upon walking home today.
It came out very feminist somehow.
It came out very feminist somehow.
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by trentm32 » 1/21/2005, 5:10 pm
wicked awesome!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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by happening fish » 3/17/2005, 12:43 am
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by happening fish » 3/20/2005, 12:53 pm
"Untitled one"
If I drag my fingers along the wall,
I can feel the little bumps.
They’ve been collecting there for years,
Each one feels like a little scar,
But I don’t mind them; their pain is part of me.
Sometimes I must teach myself how to live.
Yes, I am afraid. Yes, the pain is a hard little ball.
When I hold it up and turn it in my fingers,
I am surprised by how small it is,
And by how nothing can ever crack it open.
I don’t remember what’s in there; I hid that in there too.
It moves in my veins by night, heading for my heart.
Should I be looking for the light?
Others say they have found part of it.
They tell me it is a fire, and it warms and saves.
I always thought the fire might eat me,
And so I stayed away from it; I am not food.
I have seen the others, with flames in their hair.
Every now and then, the room is too dark,
And the curtains don’t want to open,
And neither does the door.
So I sink back into my bed, into a daytime nap,
Hoping for sleep to come; it never does.
We are great friends, the blade in my back and I.
If I drag my fingers along the wall,
I can feel the little bumps.
They’ve been collecting there for years,
Each one feels like a little scar,
But I don’t mind them; their pain is part of me.
Sometimes I must teach myself how to live.
Yes, I am afraid. Yes, the pain is a hard little ball.
When I hold it up and turn it in my fingers,
I am surprised by how small it is,
And by how nothing can ever crack it open.
I don’t remember what’s in there; I hid that in there too.
It moves in my veins by night, heading for my heart.
Should I be looking for the light?
Others say they have found part of it.
They tell me it is a fire, and it warms and saves.
I always thought the fire might eat me,
And so I stayed away from it; I am not food.
I have seen the others, with flames in their hair.
Every now and then, the room is too dark,
And the curtains don’t want to open,
And neither does the door.
So I sink back into my bed, into a daytime nap,
Hoping for sleep to come; it never does.
We are great friends, the blade in my back and I.
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