hungry bird

©CNirvana

these combinations of letters sound like words

when the tongue hits the roof
but they taste like melted syrup

thick and dripping

not quite seaping in between the proper spots

of the french toast
the delectable treat that used to satisfy

bitterly left on the broken platter
talk, talk, talk
no ones listening anymore

the far away and dreaming sea gull
stole your breakfast again
silence may be deadly but
sometimes it's the only thing you need

fly away bird

empty hallway

©CNirvana

as the winding corridors muddle into a straight line

the bent corners take on a new shape

and as the darker still becomes light again

the rope begins to dangle helplessly in the breeze

gentle billowing that surrounds her

the shadowed peers around the corner

gazing gauntly at the next go round

as he whispers her fate barely audible

she gets lost in his breath

fearing only herself

she lets the rapture begin

at the sound of the tone

the time will be 1234

when the girl in her path is out of the way

the trifling matter dissipates

the smell of sanity

nothing left now

but time

the escapist

©Jonathan Friedman

as i continue to run, float and flutter wondering willingly about the me that i shall be. wishing that the me could settle, sit and stay still for a moment. just a couple maybe. im caught in the search for stability with no real desire to actually hold on to it. the choices of my day create my tomorrow and occasionally i connect with one or two that have a similar vision.

i build my make believe island in the sea with the sun always shining off the reflections of the vastness that swallows me and close enough to the city that pulses and vibrates with is cacophony. the best of both in my happy place. i want it all, i want it now. so realizing that the travel, constant momentum, is what keeps me sane i wonder if there is another wanderer out there that could hold my hand. that could manage the uncertainty that i create.

"and in the end

we lie awake

we dream

we're making our escape"

-Coldplay

escape...

snow storm

©Brian Sullivan

the fallen sprinkles of the dusty flakes swirl against the pane of glass. dancing delicately in the masquerade. the blinding brightness of snow white's path, beautiful in it's hypnotizing flurry. swerving motorists pass and spin til the end is far past the beginning. flipped in directions that make no sense. moments of perfection dissipate in an instant.

this crystal ball projection mesmerizing the memories of the passer bys. splendor in its twirling til the icicles sway and splatter the essence of the story before the final chapter has begun. nearby branches heavy with the weight of the world, stand strong despite the chaos. she says she has no time to dust the stems that could alleviate the pain.

bearing the burden is left to the trees

milk chocolate mug

©Tyler Keeler

the mug brimming with the tainted nectar. sipping the juice that tastes surprisingly like wine flavored chocolate. dirty glass of cocoa remnants mixed with merlot. the perfect accidental blend. sometimes whats left behind opens the flavor for whats supposed to fill the mug.

filler

that thing that separates the last one from the new one. that little something in between that satisfies the thirst for a minute but doesn't quench the desire. tasty treat sipped too quickly. the finish on the palate that lasts for the rest of your life.

other side of the world

Over the sea and far away

She's waiting like an iceberg

Waiting to change

But she's cold inside

She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face

Buries her soul in one embrace

They're one and the same

Just like water

The fire fades away

Most of everyday

Is full of tired excuses

But it's to hard to say

I wish it were simple

But we give up easily

You're close enough to see that

You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light

Holding on with fingers and feelings alike

But the time has come

To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me

Can you let me go

And can you still love me

When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

--KT Tunstall...

sometimes too far away is just close enough. soon...

winter fall

© Dave Aharonian

snowflake sprinkled, sunlit path glowing with all it's splendor. sitting quietly, waiting patiently for the arrival of him and hers. the happy, vanity towel set that hangs neatly in the powder room. each sold separately.

the white crispness becoming soggy while frosty whilts on the well trimmed lawn. his smile fell off long ago but the winter wonderland makes his red scarf glow.

i left him today in the warmth of snuggle. not because i wanted to, but because i should. blinded by the want and missing the need. slow-motion ferris wheel, stop to let me off. the spinning made me dizzy yet I managed the straight line. direction, ahead- in fast forward. destination, contentment-where only sitting is allowed.

flip side of up

©CNirvana

the place between here and forever neverland. those magical lost boys that have all the answers to the questions yet to be asked. good morning friar, nice to meet you. i'd like to take a hand to help in any way that I can. the gorgeous fabric without the stains, hangs in its pristine glory. untouched in its perfectness. visible are the apparent similarities of the combination of two plus one.

and as the water runs down my dry wet body, the realization of this thing that is not me sets in. this place where the half isn't quite achieved. as those around me fill their gaps with these half hearted responses, i wonder the validity of the self fulfilling prophecy. can you close your eyes, twirl around and dream of this thing that isn't seen with eyes open? can the make believe be this thing called reality? dont resist, just let go.

good luck my darling, you'll need it for this one.

maybe tomorrow

©BJ Ramsay

aimlessly walking the streets of DC today, the one city that i truly know, feel at home in, and could be comfortable calling home. as i go from coffee shop to book store, watching the suits head to work and the kids roam the streets of dupont circle it reminds me from a scene in Paul Haggis' Crash.

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

life is forever changing, growing, progressing, spreading us apart. each moment can change your future. hopefully in the right direction but regardless of the intended path, it all ends up where it should be. things are connected often when they don't even touch. i've watched a lot of my friends lives change dramatically this year. most happy experiences, lots of new little lives created and celebrated. some tragic and faith shattering but they still continue their walk. as i sit recounting my year as it quickly heads to its end, the stereophonics sing...

I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home...

tomorrow is never more important then today. it may be all you have left...

ocean meets the sand

©Brad Page- Pearl Beach, NSW

when I crossed the yellow line for the fourth time
I realized the ocean's not that far
and when the bottom of the sea
begins to swim above me, then i'll be

no more floating with the fishes
merely watching the waves as
i surface above the shore

my pixie dust is broken again
the sprinkles only spray, sputter
and fall

and for the third time

i saw the wolf
the fawn still in his mouth
careful not to bite too hard
you just might chew

that wolf is still following me
sinking in the quicksand
mud between his toes but
still smiling sweetly

and as the mud flows

closer to the waves

he realizes that he forgot how to swim