Collected Works
| Becca | Emily | Frank | Suzanne | Verandah |
Becca

It feels good to be pressed against your body
but confusion fills my head
and I can no longer breathe.
My brain seems to betray my body,

but confusion fills my head.
Street lights, and black and white photographs duel it out inside my head
My brain seems to betray my body.
As feet dance out rhythms that darkness cannot see,

the street lights and black and white photographs duel it out inside my head.
I think of the distance between time and space,
as feet dance out rhythms that darkness cannot see.
Once again I am left to my solitude.

I think of the distance between time and space,
and relevancy itself becomes irrelevant.
Once again I am left to my solitude,
with my hands unbound.

Relevancy itself becomes irrelevant
and I can no longer breathe.
My hands unbound
but it still feels good to be pressed against your body.

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Emily

"Understanding"

if you could see my thoughts
feel my emotions
know what i know
you'd understand me

if you could touch my happiness
sing with my soul
or love with my heart
you'd understand me

if you could hear me cry
feel my tears
be my ache
you'd understand me

if you could feel my joy
be my beliefs
or feed my open mind
you'd understand me
but you don't

the light had already left
your eyes were blank
I looked away
I don't know why

your eyes were blank
earlier I should have seen
I don't know why
I missed it

earlier I should have seen
your anger
I missed it
I could've tried to help

your anger
like a fire inside of you
I could've tried to help
drown the flame

like a fire inside you
I looked away – please
drown the flame but,
the light had already left.

you run to me again
red runs full from you again
wounds internal and external tear at me
but you won't let me help
I want to hold you down
before the cold steel razor bites you again
do you really need to view your own blood to be happy?
let me help you before it is too late
before the blood flows out
carrying your soul with it
I'm tired of seeing your massacre
please stop
stop your lies and pain
I know what you'll never change
don't tell me you'll stop
just do
I know my complaining bothers you
but I love – please
let me help

I lay my truth in your hands
big, strong, callused hands
yet they are surprisingly gentle
I speak to you
trying to make you hear me
you will not accept me
hate pours from your sweet lips
lips I lusted over
for so many minutes
I tried to make you accept me
I wait
your hatred is done erupting
I'm used to this
here I am, still
as always
you collapse into me
I always stay
because someday things will be different
someday

praying for darkness everywhere
needing absence of light
dark controls life
night during the day
pleasure for all

passion for lust
lovers of love
romantics
hiding in trees
gently calling to lovers
whispering words so beautiful
they form a poem
unintentionally
softly sighing
wishing for one lover
that stole their soul
the time apart deadens life
until their next embrace
or stolen kiss under the lilac tree
needing and wanting a gentle touch of hands
caress of fingers through hair
a pleasant taste or scent of the other

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Frank

Molasses drips from my ears
As I reach for five doorknobs
The man in the next room speaks
Reaching me in five minutes
Pinballs bang around in the dark machine
No power, electricity
Train tracks passing nirvana form a path of
Disappointment.
It grows more distant as the
Ringing grows louder
Losing pieces, critical to holding
Us together
When the tower falls,
No ringing will sound through
Night, make me collapse
Shut down
Clanging from pinballs collide with
Thin walls, hollow ringing
Touches radios, sends chills, saps power
Blackout the lights, ringing
Pours through dark like Molasses in a sieve, slow
Empties the glass, rings outside the
Window, passing by the apple tree
Grows smaller while
Voice traverses the air waves, reaches
Me too late, left stations, apple trees
Burn to my left and right
Front and back, they all look the same
Slowly shifts to me.

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Suzanne

Mask

Put on your mask and go outside

Smiles so fake, if you touched them they would melt as heated wax in the sun
Noses stuck so high, birds land on them to perch
Fake highlights, perms, and hairdyes - natural beauty will never become them,
For nudity is the greatest insecurity

To show the "true you" is impossible, you must not only lie to others, but to
yourself as well Your shallow mind that mimics the society's norm will be the death of
you

Society will change, with change comes new ideas, with new ideas creativity begins to flow.
What will emerge from one who only depends on popular opinion?

Nothing...
Nothing will come out it will only hide inside.

Put on your masks and go outside.

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Verandah

Solstice Spell

Watch: our shadows spill like ink over the milky field.
Time cracks and sprawls: Day breaks. Night falls.
Dip your pen in the dark and write

what syllables December spells: whooshh! fooshh!
Ice silvers the birches. Moon wants you to
watch our shadows spill like ink. Over the milky field

a barn owl curves his question like a scythe:
"Who next? Who's next of kin?" Listen:
dip your pen in the dark and write

about miracles: Courage blazes with no breath of fuel;
an infant summons kings and cows as peers. Love, keep
watch. Our shadows spill like ink over the milky field.
Dip your pen in the dark and write.

For Bill at 6 a.m.

When push comes to shove on the night shift,
you punch out,
dream of toast and dozing
through dank April drizzle home.

You punch out.
Light cuts in with clouds
through dank April drizzle. Home:
the kitchen fire's dead. No kindling, no bread.

Light cuts in with cloud.
Each dawn, you wonder what sun was.
The kitchen fire's dead. No kindling, no bread.
The only paper left to burn you want to read.

Each dawn you wonder. What sun was,
the stove remembers as you feed it
The only paper left to burn. You want to read
Spring between the lines of flame.