Literary Diaries

I Pledge Allegiance to My Life…

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

Her grave prime with roses
she devours her allegiance
as death grimly watches
her disguise

She showers with her ordinance,
tear-stained ambivalence,
as death slowly plucks
away her life.

She lay beneath her roses,
her soul engaged in sun-dance,
as death denies
its claim to her demise

Come, Sweet Death

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

Come, sweet death,
into the arms of my embrace.
Embrace, sweet dream,
all myself inside yourself.
Dream sweetly, death,
of my return into your arms,
embracing tenderly,
dream always sweetly now.

Come, shadows, forth,
into the light and be dispersed,
think always vaguely yourself
as a deathly form.
Breathe gently now,
inhale the scent of death,
disperse yourself into a form
of the unknown.

Come softly, love,
think not of death nor shadows,
but light less vague
than dreams that embrace you.
Descend beyond, sweet love,
return, encompass me,
for all myself inside yourself,
dream always until death.

(C) Copyright Brianna Rose Burton 2011
1/16/2011

Significance is Fabricated

by JON MASSINGHAM

As the stars shine like a ceramic lining,
To the unknown and all that can be known,
Our mere star will be a small beacon shining
And we’ll keep smiling on this rock called home.

Terrestrial Salvation

by TOM WILSON

Wake up it’s a beautiful morning,

like the infinity of a closed chain;

lists keep growing, brain-freeze again.

As long as there’s tomorrow, not today.

Succinct intentions imprinted by a hoot;

how can a sub-conscious refuge,

de-commission the projected truth?

A 24-hour religion, is that all it is?

So which way is it to be tomtom?

Intrepidation never failing,

or honour ‘the’ grand unveiling?

Side-step: back to back-warming Oracle.

Pride appoints a distilling of hidden stature;

forget the dentistry of a mounted gift,

sensitivity not deserving an emotional spendthrift.

No mentions of a game, but you have to play.

Rationalising the intensity of late;

surely that’s an impossibility of squirming feet?

Solution follows a tryst of the elite,

subjects must therefore be; for it to make sense.

Periodic patterns of revolving chrome-vanadium,

lends itself nicely to discontentment

and occasionally promotes relinquishment;

summer sun; does it matter?

Survival make-up – check.

Abrupt journey’s end; in your face.

An odyssey not started yet, offers no grace.

Relax, the gods haven’t even begun their terror.

The bottom of a barely coping universe it might just be;

curious are the similarities to sinking sand.

Submerge as you extend your hand?

Or do I just simply do nothing, and nothing happens?

Rat-out the analytical introspection monster;

for when you can see your own reflection in a black-hole;

a bonus penalty shot at life’s ultimate goal;

then a neutered Neutron star is a good thing to be.

Imagine We Lived In A Castle

by SARA HAMADEH

Imagine we lived in a castle

So far into the meadows

Where the sun sets into a nearby lake.

Where you only hear the softest melodies

springing from the upper streams.

Imagine we lived in a castle

So huge and so far from our real world

Where the doves hover above the water fountains.

Their purity enriches our castle with pride.

Imagine we lived in a castle

So tremendous and marvelous.

Where the mother swan

swims with her children around the lake.

Imagine we lived in a castle

Where the birds wake us up

with their soft pleasant voices

Fulfilling our eyes with their prismatic colors.

Imagine we lived in a castle

So different from our real world.

Where the imaginary creatures welcome us

to their own wonderland…

Imagine we lived in a castle…

When Dreams Come True

by SARA HAMADEH

When dreams come true,
I will hold my pen
and draw a smile upon your face.
I shall keep it and never erase.

When dreams come true,
We will hold the bricks
and build our fairytale castle.
Tremendous and marvelous.

When dreams come true,
I will write my history
and hide it in my misery,
and throw it far, far away,
where no human can reach.

When dreams come true,
I will rest in my feathery bed,
and sleep in the world of dead,
where no humans can reach,
when the spirits screech.

When dreams come true,
I will hold my pen
and draw a smile upon your face.
I shall keep it and never erase…

Man and His Own Food

by ALMANO

Escape the world
The deathly hold
The killing heat
The numbing cold
Directionless
Sense of control
The hardened heart
The selfish soul
The pleasure seeking
Attitude
That burns the flesh
And churns the mood
No secrets left
Are to confess
That man has become
His own food
My tiredness
Recurs in dreams
The shred of nothingness
It seems
Is stitched between
My breath and screams
Of mankind’s bitter
Twisted themes
The hour of dream
The power of life
A heart, a soul
One black and white
The minute hand
Reveals the plight
The fight
Against the world
Dawn is due
When dewy light
Beckons forth
The naked might
The mighty naked
Parasite
Man and his own food

God’s Play

by JEREMIAH WALTON

A harangue, illustrated by my vocals
Flails to dirt caked ears from the podium
And the hardbringers had brought warning of my speech
Say I am testifying as a God of men
Marked reprehensible, a verbal leper
Instead of flesh, my mind is bricked
According to the whispers at least
Caught in the hail of abtruse ideas
The onlookers swarm with hoarse-
“Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!”‘s
Instruments of flowery words
Tuned to abrogate mine
They are all swayed by the last person
Standing where my sandals bake
Knowing the next will call mine blasphemy
And pluck the crowd’s chords
Each note resonating the speakers tenous ideas
Gazing on the infected crowd, a cluster of discredible material
Oozing out of slack jaws
I imagine them all the equivelent of cow flesh hooked
I step to the side, my shadow and I done
Throat dry, looking to the podium above my own
“Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!”

(C) Copyright Jeremiah Walton
www.nostroviatowriting.com

Time Part 5

by JEREMIAH WALTON

I no longer want to be concious of my existence
And I understand, because of the outlook of this writing
This piece will be ridiculed and demoralized
But I simply realized my own individual truth
There is no difference between 5 minutes
And 50 years
This is an idea found by human thought
As time is
It is an idea
It is numberless
We try to contain it with dates, clocks, and watches
But it is endless and eternal
And we are trapped in it
A writer knowing his breaths will not be missed
Nor any human breath
The average lifespan of a human is 67.2 years
And of a mammal species as a whole
1,000,000 years
I am manipulating language to form a philosphicle case
That will be dismissed by others as the agitations of an angry, immature child

(C) Copyright Jeremiah Walton
www.nostroviatowriting.com

Black Rose

by INGRID DE KLERCK

One sullen October morning
his feet lead him to the deserted fields,
where once their heads reached for the skies
In his mind’s eye the images still vivid
of waving tapestries of yellow, red and white
His sister’s laughter echoes in his ears
Brittle leaves swept by bellowing winds,
in between the first pristine snow
His footsteps creating a path
on the map of yesteryear
His breath like smoke,
blown into hands, trembling
from the bitter cold
Deafening silence,
mist rolls in
The shrill cry of a vulture startles him
and as a strange music begins to play
he awakens and starts to weep

Always in my heart, my friend;)

Flocks Unfathomable

by ALMANO

We are birds amongst flocks unfathomable

With mended wings that often touch in flight

Nervously balancing the meaning of our lives

Through epic journeys that decipher us

As transitory things that make spectacles in the sky

The sky that is the canvass of our days

We mock the stationary silence

From how we choose to fly

We choose not one but many leaders

Who seem to twist in mortal fright

We fear that some have yet deceived us

And brought us to unending flight

We are hope in life unfathomable

With thought that stings and hurts at night

As the stars pass by like parables

Echoing challenging the meaning of life

Restless breath and aching hearts

We act in unison as our part

Always following but not being led

So subtle is the art

Of moving birds that turn in flight

Through space and time they fly as one

Above the world of weighted might

They fade away but they go on

Through epic journeys that decipher them

Nervously balancing the meaning of life

With blended wings that touch in flight

We are birds amongst flocks unfathomable

Dream Catch Me

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

You would dream catch me
free-falling into ambrosia
until the very
smell of this ointment
would only stench.

And I, a hyperbole
for your pages,
would tear and wrinkle,
bundled into crumbs
and thrown aside.

No longer burning,
as the ocean,
for your fervent smile.

Copyright (C) Brianna Rose Burton 2011
8/18/2011

Closet

by KATRYNA ARSENEAU

Just give me back my closet.
I need the 4X4.
I feel so safe
within this place…
“my dungeon with a door.”

And still I want the darkness
the crack is all I need.
For times when I feel strong enough
I allow myself to see.

Break open just a little
and look into my room
I see a different side of life…
from a closet point of view.

It sounds so wrong to say it,
but still I must confirm.
My closet is my dwelling place…
My room is where I burn.

Let Me Live On Within Your Smile, Don’t Lose Me In Your Tears

by KATRYNA ARSENEAU

Pain is understated
when you feel the loss of love
and though you know I’m no longer here
you tend to look above.

These times may be confusing
many emotions can run free
because inside you’ve hurt and cried
“I just want you here with me.”

Please know I see you daily
and it hurts to see you cry
if I could be down here with you
I’d would wipe your hurting eyes.

Try not to feel the sadness
that appears upon your face
I know if it were you that night
I’d gladly take your place.

But that would never happen
it just wasn’t meant to be
it was time for us to leave this place
and it’s time for you to see.

I love you just as always
as I loved you here on earth.
Please let me live within your heart
and know what life is worth.

Don’t ever think I’m missing
because we cannot touch
every time you think of me
I can feel just how much.

Please smile whenever I’m talked about
we will always be together.
I will see you when the time is right
love always, and forever.

Frozen in Time

by INGRID de KLERCK

Over the tracks, the salty rivers run
my mind immersed in emotions
Warm, sweaty palms holding cheeks,
covering eyelids puffy and red
Praying for peace of mind,
for the train of thoughts to come to a halt
Rehearsing old scenes,
second guessing
all,
all I did
Where did we go wrong?
Closing chapters without finishing our book
Your face is all I see
I can’t get my head around it
You left,
left me
I hate you
Love you
Hate you more
Cannot do anything but love you
Frozen in time,
my feet unwilling to carry me
Unable to accept this cruel twist of fate
Not you…not the comfort of your love as well
My best friend for so long
What did I miss?
Or did I just imagine five years of sharing all?
Dumped, like trash on the sidewalk
Can’t even take my usual walk at lunchtime,
fearing we might meet,
and feel awkward
Never you mind, love,
the sun will rise again soon
with or without you
I am a survivor
…at heart