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Limbo

Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Uncategorized on July 22, 2011 by Faericin Rising

The in between place
One done, one not yet begun.
Suspended, I wait.

Plaxico Burress

Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Plaxico  Burress.

Its that time of year again.

Give me back my scarf.

Infection

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized on June 9, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Every night, it comes to me…

in the wee hours where theres no stars.

worse when there are, stars.

like an infected blister on an nasty and

potentially gangrenous puncture wound,

as if from a knife, maybe the taste of a flail.

It oozes and itches and you have to fuck with it,

with pins and needles and tweezers and alcohol

til all the infection is ousted

and you wrap it up nice and go snuggle in bed feeling a-ok now,

but mostrly by morning it starts feeling like shit again

and you know come tonight, and maybe the next day if you can stand it,

youre gonna have to go poking it and whatnot again…

if it stopped being infected

i think the hole would be so big

that i wouldnt know what to do in place of the time where i used to fight it….

Im sure if it did though,

eventually id figure it out…

yeah, i really look forward to that day, but right now,

it doesnt seem very close.

its been years, and im still here, alcohol and tweezers in hand;

bring it on.

i think maybe i mentally masturbate with the pain.

Hurt myself intentionally.

But how could one be holding on for dear life if they are not even trying?

attatchment across such a time and distance and through so much thrashing and murdering…

that takes devotion. time. intent.

i havent got any of that.

and it isnt hope either, because i know for a fact that if it stopped itching and oozing,

i damn sure wouldnt go making another hole.

if it opened up its razor mouth and asked me,’ hey

how about you and i run away together and we can do this all the time?

you just stop fighting me and ill take over, and itll all be good… it will be different if im all that there is”

i would not go.

there will always be this memory of the fight for my soul.

not with a festering sore,

but with a specter,and the impostor whose body,

it walks in.

i think not even death, could remove this from me.

perhaps in time, but this, walking living conscious madness,

this silence, so goddamned loud…

Spattered with contacts and live wires,

rising out of the mists in the darkest valleys of my being only…

The true monster in the basement.

sneaking his spindly hand out from between the steps to caress my naked ankle,

to dig his icy finger into my chest, and try to infect,

what i have worked so long and hard to preserve.

Every day i fight a war with no name or reason.

It oppresses me as if there were a large man sitting on my chest,

trying to still my heart,

collapse my lungs,

make me tap out, and give in.

but i cannot. I am past the point of no return,

past the point of  dropping it all and going backwards for no reason

other than to further imprison and oppress myself, my future, my light…

it isnt just my light anymore,

and i could never dare replace the person i love into a darkness

that i know would be… an inferno.

and yet, i am tormented…..

there is no reason for this pain to still be.

and yet here it is.

again. and again. and again.

Half

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags on June 1, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Half happy half sad
Half waiting half done
Half frightened half ready set go
Half worried half sure
Half crazy half sane…

Half and half and half and half…
Half an hour half a sandwich
Half a mind, to just disappear
For half myself…

But then there’s half you,
The half remaining,
An I have my conversely undesiring to vanish side..
And shed never let you go, of course…

So half asleep and half awake,
Half happy half sad,
half cazy half sane…
Here I am.

Wholly loving, devoted, and present.
Holding all the pieces of mself together
With the glue that is my trust and hope,
For our half of the future,

Half a dream, half a nightmare,
Half a smile, half a tear…

Half and half and half and half,
I barely fit into myself anymore…
Yet I find room to believe in
You, and me…..

Seatbelt Haiku

Posted in Haiku, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on May 13, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Arms and legs seatbelts
Finally home, o hold me tight..
At last, I can rest.

Hypothetically Lost

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , on May 11, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Time.
Time was my enemy.
And hope.
Time crawled along our dirty floor,
Like a spoonful of molasses drips down the wall….
Sometime around three am,
Time stopped altogether,
yet eons trickled past…
I feared these were my first moments without you.
Not then.
Not ever again.
That youd be gone, either,
Crashed, or smashed,
Jumped, asleep at the,wheel.
How long would it take For them to find you…?
for someone to call me?
How fSt,were you going?
Was the other driver drunk?
How many hours did you wait before someone came?
How come you never said goodnight?
which river?for the ashes?
What if im pregnant with,your baby?

…why did I fuss so much last night?
Did I kiss you goodbye in the,dark hours of morning?
What did I say?
What about our list of possible baby names,
And the,giant cherry pie?
What about the eighty years I saw roll out before me,
The,first time I laid,eyes on you?

And it just went on and on. 
For ten plus hours.

with every passing hour
I couldnt help but cry.

Til finally I made my teary pleas to our parents, far,too early in the morning,
Of how something was amiss,
Bc you never came home or called.
And you never do that.

And j ust as they,all began to,wonder.

You texted me back.

My tears turned to tiny sobs of relief.
Thank you, God….

Thank You.

It was just a bunch of circumstance and miscommunication and you were asleep the whole time….

Fringed

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 21, 2011 by Faericin Rising

Fraying on the fringes,
Facing fears and forsaking flippancy,
For farther fathoms,
Man has not found,
Than the foreshadowed fracking falsities,
Of feet and full frontal lobe,
Of these…