Leananshee
Active Member
OK, I guess I'll submit one of mine:
[FONT="] Shells -- T.S. Daily[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I found a bag of shells in the closet [/FONT]
[FONT="]That I had gathered out walking the beach [/FONT]
[FONT="]Barefoot, with my jeans rolled up[/FONT]
[FONT="]To my knees in the summer rain.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]The only ones who could stand[/FONT]
[FONT="]The pummeling of wall after blue-green wall[/FONT]
[FONT="]Of water, pelting rain and salt mist[/FONT]
[FONT="]Were fishing, firmly anchored to the shore[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Except for one,[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Oblivious to much else, who every few moments[/FONT]
[FONT="]Picked up an empty husk hurled in[/FONT]
[FONT="]On the waves, put it in his bag.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I remember how she looked[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lying on a metal cart, skin like painted concrete,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Head on a stand and mouth agape.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]So this is how it ends....[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I walked along the beach, head in a cold white haze,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lurching about aimlessly, scanning the sand,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dropping occasionally to grab a shell[/FONT]
[FONT="]And drop it in a plastic bag I found[/FONT]
[FONT="]Blowing down the strand.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I held her hand and said, "I love you--[/FONT]
[FONT="]Don't you ever forget that."[/FONT]
[FONT="]And though the lifeless lips attached to that broken body[/FONT]
[FONT="]Could never have uttered the words[/FONT]
[FONT="]I heard, "I love you too."[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I came back home to stacks of papers placed[/FONT]
[FONT="]Meticulously about, in piles, in boxes, in bags.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The occasionally sorted fallout of neglect[/FONT]
[FONT="]Was soon supplemented by yet another bag[/FONT]
[FONT="]Put on the top shelf in the closet.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Too quickly I found myself lying down,[/FONT]
[FONT="]The singular image of her ashen skin[/FONT]
[FONT="]Impressed upon the walls, which closed around[/FONT]
[FONT="]Like a cop’s insistent drone:[/FONT]
[FONT="]It's a crime to be alone.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]And every time I tried to fade away,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Will myself to dreamless sleep, not to black, but nothing[/FONT]
[FONT="]A spark jolted fire to my cold brain[/FONT]
[FONT="]And forced my stare to the ceiling[/FONT]
[FONT="]With a vacuous expression, mouth agape.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Why can't I remember you[/FONT]
[FONT="]As you were?[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Every so often, I'd rise to pick up papers,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Attempt the motions, or I swear I'd go insane.[/FONT]
[FONT="]And after not so long a welling fire[/FONT]
[FONT="]In my stomach served to remind me[/FONT]
[FONT="]That you can know exactly where you are[/FONT]
[FONT="]And still be lost.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]God save us all from choreographed reality.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Rising from the void, the flames licked up[/FONT]
[FONT="]The numb, senseless shell[/FONT]
[FONT="]Once more lying on the floor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Boiling, seething, breathing to a roar:[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]ALIVE![/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Years of burning life into my heart later[/FONT]
[FONT="]I looked to the top shelf of my closet[/FONT]
[FONT="]And found pieces of shells, sharp fragments[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hanging in a yellowed plastic grocery bag.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I pressed them in my palm[/FONT]
[FONT="]And I remembered.[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT]
[FONT="]tim :eek
[/FONT]
[FONT="] Shells -- T.S. Daily[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I found a bag of shells in the closet [/FONT]
[FONT="]That I had gathered out walking the beach [/FONT]
[FONT="]Barefoot, with my jeans rolled up[/FONT]
[FONT="]To my knees in the summer rain.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]The only ones who could stand[/FONT]
[FONT="]The pummeling of wall after blue-green wall[/FONT]
[FONT="]Of water, pelting rain and salt mist[/FONT]
[FONT="]Were fishing, firmly anchored to the shore[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Except for one,[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Oblivious to much else, who every few moments[/FONT]
[FONT="]Picked up an empty husk hurled in[/FONT]
[FONT="]On the waves, put it in his bag.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I remember how she looked[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lying on a metal cart, skin like painted concrete,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Head on a stand and mouth agape.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]So this is how it ends....[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I walked along the beach, head in a cold white haze,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lurching about aimlessly, scanning the sand,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dropping occasionally to grab a shell[/FONT]
[FONT="]And drop it in a plastic bag I found[/FONT]
[FONT="]Blowing down the strand.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I held her hand and said, "I love you--[/FONT]
[FONT="]Don't you ever forget that."[/FONT]
[FONT="]And though the lifeless lips attached to that broken body[/FONT]
[FONT="]Could never have uttered the words[/FONT]
[FONT="]I heard, "I love you too."[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I came back home to stacks of papers placed[/FONT]
[FONT="]Meticulously about, in piles, in boxes, in bags.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The occasionally sorted fallout of neglect[/FONT]
[FONT="]Was soon supplemented by yet another bag[/FONT]
[FONT="]Put on the top shelf in the closet.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Too quickly I found myself lying down,[/FONT]
[FONT="]The singular image of her ashen skin[/FONT]
[FONT="]Impressed upon the walls, which closed around[/FONT]
[FONT="]Like a cop’s insistent drone:[/FONT]
[FONT="]It's a crime to be alone.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]And every time I tried to fade away,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Will myself to dreamless sleep, not to black, but nothing[/FONT]
[FONT="]A spark jolted fire to my cold brain[/FONT]
[FONT="]And forced my stare to the ceiling[/FONT]
[FONT="]With a vacuous expression, mouth agape.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Why can't I remember you[/FONT]
[FONT="]As you were?[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Every so often, I'd rise to pick up papers,[/FONT]
[FONT="]Attempt the motions, or I swear I'd go insane.[/FONT]
[FONT="]And after not so long a welling fire[/FONT]
[FONT="]In my stomach served to remind me[/FONT]
[FONT="]That you can know exactly where you are[/FONT]
[FONT="]And still be lost.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]God save us all from choreographed reality.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Rising from the void, the flames licked up[/FONT]
[FONT="]The numb, senseless shell[/FONT]
[FONT="]Once more lying on the floor.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Boiling, seething, breathing to a roar:[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]ALIVE![/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Years of burning life into my heart later[/FONT]
[FONT="]I looked to the top shelf of my closet[/FONT]
[FONT="]And found pieces of shells, sharp fragments[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hanging in a yellowed plastic grocery bag.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]I pressed them in my palm[/FONT]
[FONT="]And I remembered.[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT]
[FONT="]tim :eek
[/FONT]