A thunderbird
strikes up
into the sky
wings blurring
an earthborn comet

eliciting
a flurry of
flapped fleathers
and harried squawks
dilated pupils

below the dirt
is steadfast
but the air
absorbs
vibrations

all the silence
the placidity
is consumed
by a frenzy
scattered

and here lay
the known way
and there falls
the presumed all

and shrouded in the storm
of wings
and beaks
and chirps

is yesterday

‘Too many days have too quickly gone.
Awkward fingers wave awkward goodbyes.
All this time, I wished for something wrong.
For I’ve only the courage to stand and smile.

I know you better than most,
The way you hate pickles on your bread.
How you dance in your seat and nod
While rock and roll runs through your head.

There’s more to you than that, I know.
I’ve seen it here all along.
These words you’ll someday see are from my soul.
I am not, nor will I ever be, wrong.’

I always finished my homework in the subway station on the way to school.
Somehow, the orderly chaos of the roaring, crashing, screeching trains and the echoing, nonsensical babble of the wildly emphatic people surrounding me made the AP physics simpler in my mind.

Perfect Sunset
You know those matchless moments
You want to keep forever?
The times you have her hand
And never will let go of her?

The torn quilt is beneath us,
The sun is sinking overhead,
As we lay on the spring damp ground
Watching the sky light up in red.

But red is not the only color,
For the sky knows it is not her favorite hue.
It blazes purple, pink, and orange,
Then at the edge a darkening blue.

An essay on C.S. Lewis' "Till We Have Faces"

Days of pain count as days of grace
Days of joy can do an about-face
If we do not watch ourselves and learn
Our strength is not something that you earn
It's given to us, for fear to flee
In my days of pain I've come to see
That a weak body can hold much strength
If only you'll look above, at length
You'll find a day of grace for you
If you trust His word, holy and true
You'll know the blessing of silent tears
Given in moments of pain and fears
There are worse stories; you can compare

[Disregard my last note! I think I'm still going to keep posting. Thanks again for the help, my dears. Sarah]

* * *

Jed sat at the kitchen table, fixing a model airplane for Georgie. Sunny ran in, her face the color of a caramel apple, and her toothy smile broke out at the sight of him. One front tooth was missing; the other was half-chunked out, ridged like a mussel frill.

Today I know without a doubt,
That though I failed to see,
It’s clear now: I love you, and
That you have love for me.
How could I have missed it,
Being with you through each year?
Yet not until we parted,
Did I see that you are dear.
What a blessing siblings are,
Only now do I thank you,
For loving me and guiding me,
In God’s path that’s true.
I’m sorry I’ve not shown it,
At all times to you,
Forgive me, please, let’s start again,
I’ll try to show I love you.

It was a long and arduous trek into town. But someone had to deliver the news, and the task had fallen upon him - storm or no storm, he had to get through...

He muttered to himself as he pushed his way through the storm.

"Lost...lost."

He was still but a half a mile from the outskirts of town when he thought he heard a faint cry for help. It sounded as if it was coming from a small grove of trees on the side of the byway.

Power forms in the palm of patience,
Waiting so long, been waiting so long
To tame a black beaked beast,
Perched upon golden gossamer sleeves
Shielding ivory skin.
Ebony curls catch like brambles,
Fingers trepidatiously tangled
Embedded briars in dark thumbs,
Golden rose bushes wielding thorns
Catching hold of black bound wings
Beat beat beat
No hope.
There is power in the smile of a siren,
A victim turned temptress
Enough wrecked ships leave impressions upon the broken,