The Fallen

Blood drips down my leg
Searing hot pain and scratches.
Home is far away.


Gravel in my cuts -
Night of dancing ends with blood.
Never ending pain.

attempted Free verse

sleepy, tired, wretched, bored. no answer. Silence surrounds me. Suffocating in nothingness, the walls close in around me. Hunger pains in my stomach. I haven't eaten anything today and it feels as if my stomach is digesting itself for energy. stuck here; no food, no drink, each second that ticks past feels like a decade wasted. Waiting for someone to answer.
"Is anybody out there?"
Where is everyone? The desolate wasteland is sucking the life energy out of my soul. How do I escape from my self-created cell? I need sustenance. I need change; something - anything happen! Emptiness stems from nothing - the nothing that encases me on all sides. No way out. Help! I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone please! anxious, scared, shattered, and shaken. I need to escape from this place - the pit of my anxiety is growing - the hole is deeper with each passing minute. No way out! No way out! Trapped. Darkness. The last light has burnt out.

sun Days off

blistering HEAT (with dirty feet)
flip-Flops walkin' (on the sideWalk) cloppin'
stiCKY and sweaTY
cool breeze (hot sun
feelin' sweaty) feelin' happy.
30 degrees and SWELTerING.
i love the HEAT!
nothing makes me smile like walking
(on a hot day). no work today.

"We're givin' it up to the sun."

Incomplete Thoughts

Summer heat jumps off the Street

sweltering pavement
dripping icecream
sweat-soaked clothes.
icy water
fan breeze
cushioned recliner.



Battles
The view: loud sounds and flashes of light in my face.
and they looked like death . . .
and they were.



Orlando

Her tears - for a thousand years
stuck in place - fall down his face.
Wasted time - it burns like lime
in his eyes - slips though her skies.
He was young - his heart unsung
of stories bold - now she's old.

While the sun pales, he sails
without lights - the starless nights.
Dark waters splash, he acts brash
to stop the dip on the ship.
"He's to blame!" the crew exclaim
to their toes, "for all our woes".

She treads on glass; servants pass
through the heat; with slipper'd feet.
Rich satin, books in latin,
music trills with puffs and frills-
drowning in her pink gowning,
no skin bare with pulled tight hair.