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Four Chambers

Space.


Emptiness surrounded me;
I was an astronaut trapped
in space. Falling into the hands
of Earth felt impossible, like
breathing without oxygen.

Friends stared as the dance
floor became crowded; a dark,
stained wood of a girl took me
in her arms. The void filled
for the first time; it was as if
I was placed back onto Earth.


Filled.

Morning Madness

Grab your mocha minutes after
waking up; staying up so late was
a major mistake.

Feel the caffeine rushing through
your body, like the wind racing
across a field. Feel the sleepiness
of your body deteriorate, as it
drowns in a storm of brown liquid.

Feed your taste buds fruit
after falling asleep. The graceful
grasses throughout your body
stand up as tall as the apple tree.
Something frightening passes
across your subconscious.

Shoo the strangers of
your dreams away with
bruised fruit. They are
not welcome in the waking
world like they were in sleep.

Sweet World

See the sunset, snacking
on the cotton candy clouds.
Look at rainbows, laughing
with a taffy in their mouths--like
an infant after they have a taste
of chocolate. Juicy rays of light
watch with a thirsty look, as
the sweet treats get devoured.

The fields below are dancing
candy-apples. Caramel coating
licks the fruits every so often,
while sugary rain decorates them.

Drink the lemon sun after dining
on blueberry skies.

Summor Heckeyla

She rises from her bed
like a gentle wave.
Whrrrr.
The voice of the wind
dances in and out her ears.

(Autumn leaves crash on her window
like water meeting the shore.)

Finding something exciting
in Summor Heckeyla's life
was as impossible as swimming
across the ocean...underwater.
Wake up. Feed the goldfish,
who uses the sand as a blanket.

(A stream of white Winter
works its way through the land,
hoping to blanket the world in ice.)

As she steps out of her room,
she walks across the carpet
of plush; it reminds her of the Summers
she spent at the beach -- the warm sand
separating beneath her feet.

She was like a leaf stuck
on a tree: boring. A gentle
sea of dreams cruise inside
her nighttime mind.

The Chair

My grandpa had built me a chair
made of oak -- smoother than silver.
Though it wasn't on the Table,
it was an element to me.

My eyes were gleaming with joy, for
my grandpa had built me a chair.
I was the sun, radiantly
grand and gleaming for the morning.

I sat on that oak for many
years -- the smooth wood would never mar.
My grandpa had built me a chair
that I would sit on forever.

Time went by, and he killed my grand-
pa, like he'll do with me someday.
My tears -- splinters -- went with a thought:
my grandpa had built me a chair.

Luna's Dance

A silent stream in a meadow dream
sets the stage for nighttime,
because thousands proclaim they deem
worthy of the light of lime.

Background dancers take their place,
as the star readies her beautiful face
of an angel glow; only God would know
how she got her grace.

Winding winds and nervous skies
hide behind trees, who cover their eyes
like creatures in predatory grass.
Glassy waters stop spasmodic movements,
watching opening movements.

Cricket violins begin to play,
and Gemini [the twins] twirl gayly.
Luna takes off her veil, spreading
it across frail liquid.

The wind gets bored, so
it joins in with silent chords
that jump-start a heartfelt ballet
in Heaven; this soireé will be
an enjoyable ocean.

As the dance gets old,
a bold move is made by the sky.
It threatens the stars
with clouds[; they are
able to cloak anything].
So, the slow-moving rhythm
transforms into a form of
snap beats.

The hard
breathing
moon knows
nighttime
will drown
soon, and
sunlight
will wash
the world
in brightness.

Colors

Red
sunburn
harming skin like a thousand bug bites
healing only when skin becomes peeling bark
Orange
sun
loathing nighttime more than a child
glowing with the force of a billion forest fires
painting the ocean sky
Yellow
bruise
eating all velvet feelings of my arm
hurting when I touch it (even) with my fingernail
Green
envy
stalking all perfection like Satan
tantalizing people with its habit effects
Blue
water
quenching my desert throat
falling from the force of gravity--faster than wind
reflecting images
Indigo
dye
transforming duller-than-dried-grass hair
eating whites of paper
Violet
flower
soothing sulliable air
warming my mood