dirt on the page

the littlest ones are the worst to keep safe.
the biggest the hardest to keep.
i keep mine in a book beside my bed. and
i wonder when ever the ink drips onto and soils
the clean page, is this what confession feels like?

~vscr
18.01.07

cruelty

I woke up from that dream, shivering. Cold and lonely though you were there beside me, a phenomenon that I do not relish but that I have felt.

I was trapped ion a train bound for a place I would never recognize though the whole scene was familiar. And I was being harassed, berated, picked at about the most secret and deepest of my insecurities. I yelled and begged and cried that it stop… that my tormentor take some small pity on me. My pleas were greeted with the cruelest laughter and a continued onslaught against me.

I wanted and needed this to be nothing more than an uncomfortable dream. I wanted to be the one in control. I told myself that it was, to pinch myself awake. I tried and I failed. Failure greeted with jeers and cruelty. And there I was, trapped on that train desperately trying to keep my head above the laughter.

And then I woke up shivering and cold. I could hear you breathing beside me. Alone I pulled the blankets higher and tried to ward off the chill I could feel crawling through me.

~vscr

17.01.07

haiku xv (wake)

sunlight races in
breach the lattice of lashes
kisses beg to greet.

30.12.06
~vscr

haiku xiv (entre nous)

between us exist
seven spaces. each secret
and uderstanding.

30.12.06
~vscr

haiku IIX (call on you)

running breathless. up
your front steps. knuckles meet door.
follow me, laughing?

~vscr
03.01.07

haiku IIX (lovers)

between these sheets. we
are elemental. water.
rivers from my eyes.

13.12.06
~vscr

wonder

wonder. my favorite word.
a word that occupies
my mind most of all. as
i sit and stare out at the
world through the bus' dirt
streaked window and find
myself uttering, murmuring
wonder. as the joy that
the wind blows in and
out of my life with ferocious
apathy percolates through
me resulting in tears
reminiscent of the workings of
my stove top espresso
machine i chant my mantra
wonder. as my hand reaches
to still my tongue and keep
my head i hear the echo
of wonder.

~13.12.06
vscr

haiku VII (wind)

past my window you
run, unrelenting. broken
branches in your wake.

12.12.06
~vscr

haiku VI (wind)

run past this window.
roaring, relentless. your wake
but broken branches.

12.12.06
~vscr

haiku V (small joy)

small hands madly grip
her wondrous little findings
she names them. always.

08.12.06
~vscr

haiku IV (clouds)

low lying. lighter
than the air below. casting
the light into blue.

08.12.06
~vscr