Lemonade in November

In Southern California,
there's always lemonade in November,
and ice cream in December.

The heat makes it necessary
to live in summer
during this confused, "sort of" winter

where the trees blow a bit
and the ground is slippery and gleaming
for a week.

At most.

The Lighter Reflections

Hey everyone!  Sorry I missed a post for the last week.  Since school started I've been SUPER busy what with work and such.  Never fear though!  I'll be posting my routine poem tonight, and another tomorrow night to make up for the missing one.  Hope you like it!

Louise


I watched his profile disappear behind the mirror.
I watched his reflection smile and frown
as he found himself, finally.

It was as though Narcissus had possessed him,
or the mother whom fate had forced to
flee.  Loving and inconstant,

his gaze bore holes in the silver glass,
treated with toxins and abrasive chemicals
and holy water,
to reflect what he'd forgotten

like a river,
clear and dishonest:
only feathers or pixie dust may be carried by the flow.
All things heavy eventually settle along the outer edge

to be seen only by a strange passerby.

24 Miles

Standing on the edge,
the man breathes in deeply
and allows the oxygen to calm his pulse.

Inhales,
and leaves the world breathless
and captivated.

He tilts his head over the platform,
above the shining blue Earth;
falling, he becomes as a shooting star:

bright, effervescent, and free.

To Banish A Nightmare

She leapt slowly from the staircase,

her sadness etching a dark trail in the still air.

     Transparent and razor thin

     like a wisp of a China doll’s hair.

     Thin and hollow and

     lost in despair.

The front door opened and the house

sighed and blinked;

     breathing,

     it removed the irritant.

Working Again

I forgot to put up my poem yesterday, but I have a good reason!  My lovely boyfriend turned 22 yesterday, so I was celebrating with him. :3  Okay, here's the poem.  Enjoy. <3

Insomnia, brought on willfully.
A give-and-take; an exchange
A minute of health for a minute of gold.
Sleepless and self-deprived,
I find that my mind rests somewhere else;
     My body trudges on, heavily.
Eyes downcast and searching
for lightless repose:

Surely, 5 a.m. is too early to be awake.

Empty Hourglass

The nail polish shimmered
and sent sparks flying toward my face.

It burned down into my skin
and made my heart scream.
     I had to tear off this
costume - my enchanting hour was complete
and I was nude now,
covered in cool sweat and brown skin.

But the souvenirs of my witchcraft
were ever present,
the remnants of my time
as a Goddess.

But I was mortal and fragile tonight,
the nail polish had to go.
     I did not crave the
immortality it promised.

I could not hold it in,
for that promise was vast
and dark like the ocean
and engulfed me
and submerged me into its depths
as I whispered my longings to the moon.

Le Coup de Foudre

The night, soft and smooth,
seeped across the sky.
It dripped light in tiny drops,
and filled our eyes with moonlight.

Foreign,
but welcome, effervescent
and breathtaking.

Tell me, Love. Was it that magic of France
or the last sip of wine,
that caused our lips to touch?