Brinja-Keelake

The wind flutters past, Like a breathing sound, Pulling me into the sun. The sun hits my skin And closes my eyes As I spin confused and lost. I spin until I am dizzy And I once again can see And I noticed the people around. The people are dancing, Twisting and turning, And ignoring each others rotation. They are so silent, Dancing with themselves, Waiting, it seems, for some lost love. I feel the tug again, The wind once again eager, As it longs to show me another adventure.

Two bees, dead, seem to have been thrown on the large windowsill. The faded wall paper around the frame, just below the seat of the chair, is peeling and revealing the old, tired wallpaper beneath. The metal covering on the ledge of the windowsill has cracked paint that has chipped off in places, as though the paint has tried to escape from the bright window. The coffee stains that are scattered on the sill seem to shout out how many people had sat and read in the wooden seat facing the window, some seeing the people outside in the heat looking for a place to hide from the distant sun. The cars outside radiate heat, even the ones hidden in th

The scream seemed to echo in the fading light as the darkness closed in. The phone on her bed-side table began to ring. She picked up the phone, realizing that it was a text message and opened up the message. It was from her best friend and told her to meet him at the bridge at 5:30 that evening. She smiled and responded with a short "okay". The sensation of falling shocked her into silence. Time had seemed to jump and at 5:00 she tucked her phone into her pocket and hopped on her bicycle to get to the other side of town. She hummed to herself a little as she rode because there was no one else on the road. The sun was just beginning to rec

When I should feel so open, When I should feel safe, I feel my doors close and lock And battlements prepared As I feel attacked. One part was good, And I wanted that to stay. The other part made me confused And I didn't know how to react. You thought I didn't realize, But the truth is this: I didn't know what to do And, under attack, shut down. What is one to do? I have no reason to find it bad, Yet it feels like an intrusion. And if I stop you And I say I feel trapped and under fire Would you hate me and never speak to me again? Or would you understand my position, And respect my wish? For now, though, I can't say What

People I have known for years, Their faces suddenly change. Their personalities seem fresh, Better, And the way they move is new. I notice a smile, Or a tiny outburst of hidden emotion Immediately held again. I notice the small changes And the way I now feel of them. Friends that I have known forever, Seem like strangers that I once knew. A different face, a new height, And yet I still know who they are. Perhaps the world has changed, Or maybe I have new eyes.

A note, Dropped onto my book, With hidden messages inside. A hunt, Not too difficult, Leading to one more task. A song, Sweet and sincere, making me smile. One more, Short but mostly to the point, A simple question.

Closed and full, Reaching for straws and guarding secrets. Blocked to the world, it will never let go. Concealed words told to bits of paper in code, Indecipherable. Thoughts clear, the stress gone, The ideas and illusions relaxed. Yearning for the chaos, For the tension and the thoughts, For the fantasies and pretend. Closed mind, closed doors, Hidden, Lost in thought. Happy.

I hide behind a shield, I look out from behind this tree In order to see the world. I see little and have limited knowledge Of only the speck of the world that I see. A hand beckons, but I am terrified And wish to stay hidden and covered, Unseen and unnoticed. More hands beckon But I shake my head And conceal my face. One hand grasps mine, Pulling me into the world And I shut my eyes in fear, Trying to hide behind the unknown person. "Open your eyes" a voice coaxes. Slowly I open an eye, Fearing what there is to see. But instead, I open my eyes to see A beautiful world.

As I watch you walking away, I can feel your last spoken words Running through my mind, The footprints staying as reminders. You do not stop to turn and wave Or pause before turning the corner. You go on as though the world will last forever, As though there is time for everything. The world did not stop or pause to look When my world was yanked upside down By a simple change by you. You are gone from my sights, Pulled away by your day, Gone from me. Our paths may cross and you will smile at me, But I cannot smile back. My mind still cannot comprehend It is still lost and confused. The footprints in the scattered dust, Cann

This dagger that you forged With your deceit and lies That you sharpen With your acting and pretense. I hold it in my hands, Feeling the coursing power Coming from the blade. I know what I must do, And the knife knows too. I hold the weapon And all my strength Flows to the instrument as well As I take it and feel my skin break, Easily and gently, Under the pressure, Tearing at my heart and mind.