some of my work

i thought today i would post some of my work. this work is in the process of being copywritten so please do not copy and try to pass as your own. these works can be posted elsewhere but only with written permission first...
all work is titled "untitled" because i hate trying to label something. so work is just untitled one and so forth.

silence surrounds me
my heart stops the constant beat
my breath catches itself
the winds stop flowing
the birds silence their song
people dissappear from my sight
the world halts to a stop
and all this
all this occurs each time your lips meet mine.... end


the world spins
and we spin with it
circle circle till were stuck in the ground
the water keeps coming, ready to drown
people walk by
point and laugh at things they don't undertstand
you go to release my hand
then reach to grab it back
confusion steps in, ready to unmake what we know
reality fades back to the dreamworld
night comes and with it your ghostly shadow
your prescence is felt, needed, wanted
loss for words is how this ends.... end

i see you across the room
and wonder how long its been
how long its been that my heart has stopped its beat
how long i have felt this alone
you don't see me
i prefer that disconnection from you
its been too painful to keep your memory
i keep to my quiet days
what's the use of words when there's no one there to listen
so in this shadowed corner i sit
i wonder how are you able to soar
like you do without me there to be your sky
how easily you move to your next future
without a toss to your past
your coldness is envious
maybe one day i can learn that parlor trick
until that day i will go back into the quietness i keep..... end

TO J:
my wild woman
my woman of a forgotten tribe
my woman of fragile beauty and bitter strength
you open your soul
and its a palette of indigo and sage
colors that crash into my ocean
my wild woman... end


i stand in the wake of the ground
you shook when you left this place
the birds circle low to the ground
the heavens cry in thought of you
the hidden guardians draw their cloaks tighter
the animals refuse their chores
i sit alone in this broken room
a melancholy light hanging above me
shattered remains of our life
lay scattered across the floor... end

well this was some of my work, and yes i know that its always a work in process but sometimes you just lay what you have in your mind and on your tongue out there and see what it becomes. i thank you for reading and i will have some more work coming up.

sibabae