Um, sorry...

Sorry about my last post. I most likely will not carry it out.

Call to Arms

I hereby swear by whatever gods of literature there may be that if all BIMA 2008 writers do not post at least one thing by midnight, January 31st, I will myself will delete every post that I myself added to this blog. So I plead with all BIMA 2008 writers, with Ethan, and with Jon: PLEASE POST SOMETHING SOON!

I know that I am whistling in the dark when I ask all 2008 BIMA writers to write or comment at least once before the New Year. If you do not, I will: personally hunt down every single one of you and methodically disembowl you, starting from the feet and working my way up; throw your remains to the whale that ate Jonah; and then, after God stones me to death, I will overhear the angels saying, "Hmm...I wonder what would have happenned to the BIMA 2008 writers if they had posted regularly and if Abbie had not been a hypocrite about the matter."

In the Wind

I feel the stars weeping salty tears from the heavens.
I feel the the wind blowing dust in my eyes.
Blinded and torn and lamenting my family
My lover now gone, my soul is reborn.

Heavenly light from the skies is darkened and dimmed.
The stone cities crumble beneath the dark waves.
Haunted and bleeding, the phoenix flies south again.
Can my soul not do the soul as that bird?

I grieve as I wander through forest so black and cold,
Through trees long since burnt, but again they did rise,
And yet the proud mortals cut them down in shame again.
Fall on your swords, fly your banners and cry!

My cloak of mourning now billows in a sudden breeze,
Nay not a breeze, but the wind from the fire,
A fire now absent, only in the wind remains
A force strong enough to toss me about.

I push back against the wind, weak mortal that am.
Fall I in the dust, never again to rise.
Do not find the wind; let it fill you with laughter
The laughter you sing just before you die.

I lie here in wait for the approach of Death.
He does not come yet, and I make for to rise.
But there in the distance, his black cloak soaring so high,
I see him, and I lay my head down to die.

Guess- Originally, the confusing bits were spaced away from the first collumn, but damnable blog editing pushed them to the side.

And suddenly "!EERF" m'I
Thermosphere glass sphere?
Ionosphere as a bird
Mesosphere
Stratosphere
Ozone layer
Troposphere n
Humus
Topsoil
Eluviation layer
Subsoil
Regolith
Bedrock fearful of a fiery death in metallic hell
Regolith
Subsoil
Eluviation layer Goin’
Topsoil d
Humus o
Troposphere w able to breath easy
Ozone Layer I’m being rip qeb traqa
Stratosphere
Mesosphere
Ionosphere veils of color dancing, hitting a solid glass sphere
Thermosphere Choking beneath the
And suddenly I'm, "FREE!"

Lover

In the cool morning light, my eyes reflect the sun
And the wind shifts and turns all about my withered form
In my flesh, a fire burns, a bright candle in my heart
And my white robes billow in the sky

My tongue tastes of ash, ashes from a sacred fire
Cold feet bathed in a biting, silver spring
Tender breasts of gold shimmer in the emptiness
Marble eyes staring blankly just ahead of the hillocks

Hands of stone upon the tomb lift the doors of living hell
Better to be part of the earth than the sky
Withered flesh 'neath flaking copper, bristling at your silent touch
Light a candle for my lover, burning bright

A simple shift of gentle blackness cloaks the night
Alabaster souls floating by your side
Lovers never should depart when their years are years apart
Light a candle for my lover, burning bright

Open lips like jagged scales, bent and twisted by false coin
Let the heavens pour their torrents upon my shoulders
And I see them pinch your smile, closed your eyes for ever while
Light a candle for my lover, burning bright, may they die

Glowing discus toss yourself from soft treetops to the ground
Go deep down, escape this hell deep in the sky
Never embitter, my heart, love the world, never part
Light a candle for my lover burning bright

Untitled, as of yet

This is a poem I'm trying to write for a school publication. My sister and my mom both said it was too obscure and that they didn't know what it was about. If you guys can't figure it out too, then I'll have to make it a little plainer.

I gaze out.
Green, green
Everywhere green

I glance up.
Black, then a sliver of of something brighter--
Maybe yellow, maybe orange--
And then a clammy gray
That climbs up,
Curving above me,
Sealing me in.

I look out again.
A flash of blue, swiftly,
Swirled with whites and friendly gray,
And then green again,
Brown on the bottom.

I peer down.
A black river runs backward
Faster, faster, faster
Albino dolphins gleam when they leap,
And blackness swallows them almost instantly,
But they rise and fall again.
The river should grab us,
But the orange-yellow beast is strong.

I stare out, transfixed.
The green keeps falling Behind,
BUt more Springs up ahead.
Everywhere green.