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Charmed

Dustry — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 01:56:57 +0000

Sweet-as-sin charmer

leaving your dead memories

behind, in my eyes.

Filed under: Haiku, Poems, Writing Tagged: Poems, poetry

Some Rabblings for my Return

Dustry — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 03:15:51 +0000

The music is seeping from my computer speakers and the determination running through my veins. I wish the lights were brighter, the music louder, the day longer, so I can continue with this energy and motivation.

Let’s get back to basics.

Filed under: Random, Thoughts

Smiles for Miles

Dustry — Thu, 14 May 2009 01:27:53 +0000

The suns in your eyes,

The stars in your teeth,

The flowers in my hair,

The petals on my cheek.

Your name in the sky,

My feet on the ground,

We’re a distance apart,

And you don’t hear the sound.

Posted in Poems, Random

Burnt

Dustry — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 23:03:46 +0000

Helios’s crumbled cake, crisped in the afternoon, had the inky black of a raven’s feathers, without the shine. The dessert was far from delicious, delectable, or desirable. To consider it seducing was enough to make one chortle.

Posted in Poems, Writing Tagged: cake, delectable, delicious, desirable, Helios, poetry, raven

Word Play

Dustry — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:12:36 +0000

UUUUUUUUUU

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

OOOOOOOOOO

Posted in Random, Writing Tagged: UFO, visual poetry, word play

Summer Poem

Dustry — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 14:02:38 +0000

The long backyard of neatly-cut grass stretched out silently beneath the summer sun.

Far from the house, along the wood panel fence of fading red paint, stood a teen-aged maple tree.

Under the tree lay Sarah, her heart-shaped face shaded by the large leaves,

her bare feet exposing themselves to the hot summer sun.

Sun Life: A Poem

Dustry — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:40:39 +0000

In the morning the warmth holds you close,

Softly whispering day-long promises of bright afternoons.

Ending with a dreamy dusk of oranges and pinks.

Baking

Dustry — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 16:10:41 +0000

The black and white checkered floor of the kitchen was dusted with flour and smudged with bits of shortbread cookie dough that had flown from the hand-held mixer. The mixture got beneath Sophia’s bare left foot as she walked back-and-forth from the white marble counter to the kitchen table where her laptop displayed the recipe’s website. The sticky feeling from the creamed butter annoyed her.

P: Haiku

Dustry — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:52:06 +0000

Perfect day of sun

producing soft flowers and

patient blades of grass

Soundless Sun

Dustry — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:55:16 +0000

Effervescent ravine,
silky chaos,
found flowing beneath the soundless sun of Sirius.