A thousand miles away

The waves heave
Pulling the earth out
Dwelling in the depths
Pushing the ocean
Up and over
Touching the core
The soul of her depths
Thrive within
A thousand miles away
Landlocked and lonely
I feel her depth
In me
Her vastness mine
A single tear
An ocean of salt
The moon holds nothing
To the pull my own heart
A thousand miles away

Come true

When you opened the door
When our eyes met
You knew what I was asking
The door was open
It would close behind me
This time

Your kiss was an explosion
My mind
My body
My soul
Yours
To touch
To take
No alliances or agendas
No one, nothing else
Existed
You took
And gave
And my world stood still
As the dream faded
And morning came
I woke alone
And closed my eyes
Letting myself feel
Losing myself in you
Chasing the tendrils
Of a dream come true

The right write

Sometimes
I want to write what I feel
Without the art
Of tangles phrases
Eloquent
Rhyme and reason
Sometimes I just want to say
I love you
And miss you

Starting over

Always
Always starting over
Every time
Your body brushes
My leg
Your hand
Brushes mine
Your smile
Touches my face
I start over
Haunted
Hunted
Starting over

Starting over

pick a fight
frustrated and devastated
patience wearing thin
sexual impetuous
fingers leaving dusty smudges
on my collar bones
as you crush your lips
on mine
fire in your eyes
throw me down
whiskey makes the room spin

tiger

pacing
panting, pacing
pacing
often stopping
quick raise of the head
eyes alert, teeth gleaming
pacing
fur between shoulder blades
erect, out of control
pacing

caged

if i could write

it would have a different ending

the middle would

change a bit too

the beginning?

the beginning was sweet

and i will always

cherish it

maybe the ending

will become the middle

and the beginning

will begin again

Elegy

it is times like these

when sacred voices cry

wind in trees

and Gaelic haunts

when to feel the breeze

inside the still box

shadows crossing

closed eyes

to once again

taste her lips

on mine

and feel again

the pain

of remembering

echo’s of your screams

is there no one to tell

no one to talk to

about your darkest fears

did you reach out

only to be shut down

could you not fit back

into the mold

they poured you from

making them afraid

like you were afraid

making them hurt

like you hurt

why was this

the only option

did you cry out

to the silence

did the echo’s of your screams

follow you down the halls

why was this

the only way

i just can’t understand

.

.

Colton Tooley Identified as Gunman in University of Texas Shooting Rampage

Menchie Tiongan Sep 29th, 2010

A 19 year old sophomore studying Math as his major, Colton Tooley was named by the local authorities as the suspect behind the shooting at the University of Texas. To date, the police force still has not disclosed the motives behind the action in the UT shooting.

On Tuesday, a hooded man with a dark suit went on a shooting rampage using an assault rifle. He started firing shots close to a fountain fronting the UT tower and then fleeing through the library before killing himself.

During the incident, no one was hurt but the academy catering to 50,000 students had to be closed for some time to pave the way for the crime scenes to be checked. Additionally, there was a confusion as to the number of suspects as there were several shots fired in different locations and eye witnesses gave different descriptions. Bomb-sniffing dogs were also used to check on the school vicinity.

Separate statements issued by the family and high school principal of Colton Tooley described him as a very smart and respectful person. Both parties expressed disbelief on the UT shooting.

Hats

look at her hat

it seems to be

throwing itself

all over the lane

my hat

on the  other hand

is behaving nicely

thank you

perched just so

nice and neat and trim

just a little wear at the banding

but neatly mended

thank you again

it is of a hue

of black or blue

can’t tell anymore

without strong light

my hat speaks primly

of please and thank you’s

my hat shouts

well, nothing

a strong gust

will not dislodge it

but if you could

peep under that

well secured

neatly groomed

tight and tidy

brim

you might find

a bit of sequin

a lick of flame

maybe even

a touch of porn

but of course

no one

would ever

know

Julie at The Buffaloe Pen has written a wonderful whimsical piece about her hat. Her work has inspired me to write a little something about my own.  Thank you Julie, that was just plain fun!