Mundelein Run |
I never knew
peace as still as this,
as green and as open,
bending into leave-laden, mossy paths.
The sound of my breathing,
the pace of my soles drumming to the hum of a contiguous river,
driv...
Posted by Bella Skye on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 01:54:00 PST |
Modern Ode |
I loved you,
with everything I had.
It was all I could do
for self-redemption,
for a sense of fulfillment.
But it's never enough until it's too late.
It's a surreptitious tease
th...
Posted by Bella Skye on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:15:00 PST |
Ambiguity |
Wild horses
symbolize the passion
that drives me
towards beauty
and forces me to abandon
the ugliness
that awaits me
on the other end
of a tightrope
which hovers over
the shallowness
of my warped exis...
Posted by Bella Skye on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:06:00 PST |
My Existence |
I try to find
depth
to my existence
but I only find
an empty rice bowl
handed down by
exotic civilizations
past....
Posted by Bella Skye on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 08:07:00 PST |
stepping stone |
The earth
is my stepping stone.
It speaks
through trees and rivers
through daffodils sprouting on Your Grave.
It speaks to me in convoluted riddles,
in scattered puddles of perfect rain.
...
Posted by Bella Skye on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 04:56:00 PST |
another day here |
The half-moon swells into a phenomenal scarlet sunrise
sustained by indigo skies. Against the heated horizon,
a deep, solemn mourning reverberates longingly,
and the warm land's people begi...
Posted by Bella Skye on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 05:58:00 PST |
repost |
November 24, 2002, Ventura
This is where my spirit lives,
alongside wide, open gravel roads,
through verdant, incongruous organic trails,
onto black, painted highways
spanning the ...
Posted by Bella Skye on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 09:27:00 PST |
I wake from dreams I cannot remember... |
I wake from dreams I cannot remember
to the boom of aircrafts thrusters.
They catapult in succession
from the flight decks tarred, roughened surface,
leaving a clouded mirage of heat and drifting sm...
Posted by Bella Skye on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 02:32:00 PST |
Daddy |
Daddy,
I put you in a place
where seraphs fly,
where little girls make you their hero,
beneath the apricot tree
I use to love
to pull from and taste of
the delicious pulp of the childho...
Posted by Bella Skye on Tue, 25 Oct 2005 03:38:00 PST |
angel who jumps the cliff into the never-ending hell below |
angel who jumps the cliff into the never-ending hell below
i threw your picture
out of my heart
out of my window
out of my space.
you died painlessly,
sweetly, unscathingly....
Posted by Bella Skye on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 10:33:00 PST |
