Mother's Rainbow

sky grey drops
flowing down the sidewalk
to brown clay water puddle
creating ever-moving rips
in the air I see, looking through
these liquid prisms
following the wind,
their one-dimensional dance – ever
down

brilliant purple
with my eyes closed, vividly
through my eyelids this color
hiding from the bees
swarming around the slide, a child
afraid, trying to hide
from that second when the bell rings
and I need to get in school

ink
suffocating black, pressing inward
no lights were left on; my dad had closed
the door and the house was dark;
my mother in the hospital, possibly
for the last time – “Six months.” Doctor’s
pronouncement covered me, silently
because the one thing I can’t do
is live for the future

bright screaming yellow
on my bike, my only form of transportation
that’s solely mine – driving is a trial
to be endured only when one must
and besides, one must go slower
to see all the world’s colors

White pinpricks
punched through the black rubber sheet
covering this science project universe ‘till God gets back
staring as all that has inspired mankind
and feeling nothing but desolate
fulfillment

fire pixie
orange glowing blessing light
out over a solemn night lake
formed like an angel keeping me entranced
perhaps it was just the bonfire against my glasses
but it flew, fluttered, glided, burned
itself away – all my friends saw an angel in the bonfire
but I know I saw, dyed in light
an angel in the shadows

prisms breaking light
into thousands – millions – myriad shades
you’re pointing each of them out to me
the way they sprawl across ceiling and walls
as I sit there, watching – you
slowly breathing, living, dying, changing
it’s hard for me to believe death
could come to anyone that breathes
even worse to imagine staring
at your rainbows without you

cobalt blue
collections of glass around our house:
jars, panes, curves, solid ocean
your favorite color, deep dark sky
color of your eyes, mother – beautiful
gesture of the world in dawn’s approach.
But it seems we may not have the time
to show each other any more colors.

Mother.
The day will come, they say
when I’ll be unable to speak
with you. I’ll remember the colors,
however, and when we meet

beyond this world

We’ll share every detail
as the stars slip past us
golden arrayed;
like bees,
like ever dancing suspended rain –
oceans of dawn,
rainbows of movement
and angels in
shadow and fire.

Porcelain Doll

A new writing... still revising constantly. Will edit this when I'm done with each set of revisions.

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Porcelain Doll



The words are coming, sightlessly, soundlessly
Echoing in this brave little silence before the storm breaks
I try to understand, but it's slipping past me
You've broken everything there was of me
Shatterer, what are you still here for?
Why can't you leave the little porcelain doll alone?
Still toying with the shards as you kick a glass heart around
Shards flying away every second as it riochets wildly against the walls
But it comes back every time, I've come back every time like that silly bouncing ball

I can't hear the words you're saying to make it easier
On you - you knew what would happen to me, you planned it
Impacting each word carefully, brutally
Recreating the wounds anew - I can't heal fast enough
To keep up with you, Shatterer, it's impossible
I can't bring back that broken porcelain doll
You treasured it, you broke it, you never lamented your loss
You can't handle the consequences of what you've done
I can't understand - what has your recklessness won?

Do you really think I'll come back, this time?
After all the pains that you've caused me?
And not just me - all the others, before me?
You've left a trail of lies, broken like glass behind you.
Shatterer, you've never learned, never even cared
About the pains you've caused, shattering the porcelain dolls
I stare at you as you ease your soul
You believe your own lies - I see that now
But I can't stay, I'll leave before it's done, the question isn't how
For all your lies and trickery, you're just a porcelain doll

Shadow Poet

The one who took the light from the shadows
and darkness's essence from ever-glowing mask
Shadow poet

The one inside a world of silence's dome
creating heavenly music to fill an infinte void
Shadow poet

The one who dreams, endlessly, of golden hemmed skies
amidst gray crumbled pillars and hearts deeper then black
Shadow poet

I am one who takes the light from shadows
and darkness's essence from ever-glowing mask
I am shadow poet

Alright... Guess it's time, now.

Alright. I'm Lee, owner (actually, semi-owner) of this blog, and trying to decide what I want to do with this. May as well just describe myself. I'm tall, look thinner then I am, I'm a poet (please don't insert don't you know it! jokes here) and writer-in-training.... I'm accused of being highly absentminded, slightly insane (only by people that don't know me.... people that do know I'm completely insane) and hoping to become an architect.

Note to self - stop using parenthesis.

I heavily dislike American politics, have a strong hatred for religious bigots, don't tend to watch TV, and have a group of friends I've never met but am determined to. ...that's really all there is to Lee.

Have decided this will be writing blog. Perhaps put rant blog in another portion, mmkay?

And yes, my sentences tend to be incoherent. To make up for this, will link you to one of my poems that a friend illustrated: http://www.deviantart.com/view/11692608/

Peace,

Samuul Dunmager Gyordi