Carbon Monoxide

Cordelia Cherie was a brainless yellow canary who got the feeling of dying inside whenever she wasn't doing something.

For this reason, as well as the fact that canaries are, on the whole, very small and easily devoured, she never stopped moving. She had a very small wingspan, so she had to flap her wings very, very fast to keep herself flying, and she still couldn't keep up with, fly as high as, or escape from a lot of the other birds.

One morning, after waking from bloody, feline-colored dreams, she checked her feathers in the mirror and then flew straight out the window and into the day, stopping for none of it, but doing her best to make sure that everyone could hear her sing.

Everyone did hear her sing. She was so bright and sunny on the outside, and nobody seemed to notice how completly solidly black her eyes were, and how impossible they were to interpret. It was because of those things that she was caged and sold.

Eventually she was bought by a man who promised to take good care of her forever, because she was so beautiful and talented. So he took care of her and she sang from her pretty little guilded cage and chirped when he asked her to, and stopped singing when he asked her to, and he found all of her birdseed for her. She just ruffled her feathers and preened, for she couldn't think of anything else to do anymore, and loved it when the man came home and hated it when he left, because she didn't have anything else.

After a time of this, the man inevitably became subliminally bored with her, and her chirping began to make it very hard to watch t.v., so he donated her to a mining company. She was very bright in the dark of the mine shafts. Her death saved a few lives and destroyed a few minds, that pretty little, noisy little bird.

The Waves

I float along
resting here and there
sharing with many
trusting nobody.

I'm safe this way
but am I happy?
Could I ever stop doubting myself enough
to stop doubting how everyone feels about me?

Could I get rid of the thought
that nobody could love me
and think instead
about how I could love them?

The fastest way to learn to swim
is to jump off that high dive.

I almost think I'd risk drowning
for that refreshing, cushioned fall
into the enveloping waves of friendship.

Blues Band Rocks My Socks

Ah! Sweet, rapturous music
pouring from my lungs at full force!
Purgation of the soul
leaves me cleansed, exhausted, and rested;
peices me together;
keeps my heart full.

Friends Forshadowing?

It's been five months since you two ended.
You've been a mess ever since and you're sick of feeling like you do.
All I can say is that this will pass,
and that I'm praying for you.
As for me,
I"m sick of being scared shitless of ending up feeling that way too,
because he'll tell me great things, like that he truly cares about me, and that he'll be there for me, and all I can say is that I hope those things are true.

Snippet

Like the sound of an orchestra tuning up before a concert,
the dissonance in my head turns into perfect unison
when I focus on the Lord,
my life's director.

Oh Well, What the Hell, Might as Well

So I usually stray from love poems, because I find them to usually be cliche and lame, as well as just plain not my style, but hell, this one just keeps coming out of my mind, so here it is.

"Quiet"

I want to go into the rain
I want to go for a walk
I want to kiss your llueve lips
and then talk and talk and talk.
I want you with me as we both get wet
I want to be with you because that's the best it'll get
I want you to hold me in your arms and never ever never let go.
And you can do this all you want,
because when it comes to your arms
I will never say no.
I want to be your only love
and stay forever yours.
And you the sole boarder of
my warm secluded heart
Pay me with kisses so we never have to be apart.
And I'll carry in your baggage,
forever away to cart,
for in my welcoming chambers
are all necessary amenities.
As the animal rages inside
wanting to tear flesh and feast,
the words "I love you" sincerely, softly spoken
calm the silent beast.